Xia Meng is very afraid of Ji Bohan.
Every time the eldest wife asked her to talk to Ji Bohan more, she was full of resistance, as if Ji Bohan would eat her.
Ji Bohan also realized that he would let her leave as soon as the first wife left.
So Xia Meng secretly ran to Ji Boheng's study to watch him reading and writing inside.
When Ji Boheng saw her, he would smile and let her in.
Xia Meng watched him write, her eyes full of admiration and envy.
Ji Boheng noticed this and looked up at her with a smile, "How's my handwriting?"
"It looks good." Xia Meng smiled shyly.
"Really?" Ji Boheng's eyes lit up. "Then how does it compare to my second brother?"
Xia Meng was stunned and a little nervous, "The third young master's handwriting is better."
Ji Boheng's brows relaxed, "Really?"
Xia Meng nodded, "Yeah."
Ji Boheng was very happy and suddenly asked, "Xia Meng, can you write?"
Xia Meng shook her head and clasped her hands in a self-deprecating manner, "I can't."
"It's okay, I can teach you." Ji Boheng waved at him, "Come here and stand here with me."
Upon hearing this, Xia Meng walked over slowly.
Ji Baiheng saw her write her own name first, then his name. Finally, he paused and wrote Ji Baihan's name, "This is my second brother's name, Ji Baihan."
Hearing this, Xia Meng looked at the three words, and the hand holding the pen trembled slightly, and the ink dripped down, just landing on the word "Han" in Ji Baihan's name, spreading out.
Ji Boheng was slightly stunned, "Xia Meng, what's wrong with you?"
Xia Meng didn't dare look him in the eye, her gaze wandering, "Does the Third Young Master know?"
"Know what?" Ji Boheng looked at her a little puzzled.
Xia Meng clutched the corner of her clothes and looked at him nervously, "I, I am the Second Young Master's... fiancée."
Ji Boheng was startled, pursed his lips, and nodded, "I know, my mother told me that you are... here to bring good luck to my second brother."
Hearing his words, Xia Meng's face turned pale.
Ji Boheng, however, pretended not to see it, his brows furrowed. "Actually, I don't approve of this kind of marriage. This is no longer the past era. The Qing Dynasty has fallen. Marriage and love are free. To save one person's life, you have to sacrifice another person's happiness, or even their entire life. In my opinion, it is wrong. Xia Meng, if you are willing, I can return all the money of the first wife to her and let you go. You can go out and pursue your own happiness."
"Leave?" Xia Meng looked at him blankly and shook her head slowly, "I...I don't want to leave."
Perhaps not expecting her to say that, Ji Boheng forgot to react for a moment, and after a while he asked, "Why? Do you really want to stay with my second brother for the rest of your life? Xia Meng, no matter what, your happiness should be in your own hands. This is not the old cannibalistic society anymore. You can pursue your own life."
Xia Meng bit her lip, glanced at him, and lowered her head. "I agree with your idea, but I don't want to leave here."
Ji Boheng was puzzled, "Why?"
Xia Meng stared at his shoes out of the corner of her eye without saying anything.
Seeing this, Ji Boheng stopped talking.
Because he knew that a person's thoughts could not be changed by just a few words from him.
…
Ji Boyan has been distracted while painting outside recently. He has become much quieter and rarely talks to Yan Xi.
Yan Xi was afraid that he was suppressing his bad emotions, so she asked him, "What's wrong with you? I feel like you haven't been in a good mood recently."
Hearing his voice, Ji Bohan's eyelashes trembled slightly. He lowered his head to look at the place covered by the small blanket and said in a low voice, "Yanxi, I... don't have legs."
Yan Xi was shocked, silent for a moment, and said with a smile: "So what?"
Ji Bohan touched the deflated blanket, his eyes sore, "I can't give happiness to others."
"How could that be?" Yan Xi squatted down and looked up at him. Even though this person couldn't see him, he said gently, "Happiness has nothing to do with whether you have legs or not. Some people, even if they have healthy limbs, family background, wealth, and extraordinary talents, may not necessarily bring happiness to others. Happiness is felt with the heart. As long as two people use their hearts, they can be happy."
"But..." Ji Bohan cried, his nose slightly red. "But no one likes me. I'm a burden. Because of me, my mother worries about me every day. Because of me, she is always laughed at by others, and I am also talked about by others. I have no legs and look like a monster. I will never be able to stand up. I can only sit in a wheelchair forever. I need help with everything. I can't take care of myself. What's the difference between me and a disabled person?"
"No!" Yan Xi's heart ached, and she opened her arms anxiously, wanting to hug him tightly. "Someone likes you, and you are not a burden, not a monster. In my heart, and in your mother's heart, you are the best person in the world!"
Ji Bohan was stunned by the sudden hug. The tears that were about to fall from the corners of his eyes fell on Yan Xi's ears as he blinked.
The warm feeling startled Yan Xi and he suddenly raised his head.
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