Ji Bohan fell seriously ill.
The illness lasted for a month.
During this month, his consciousness was always vague and he was rarely awake.
It was not until this day that he finally felt a little better.
He drank the smelly Chinese medicine, his face was pale and his lips were pale.
Just when he finished drinking, Chunxiang suddenly came up from downstairs with a letter in her hand.
"Second Young Master, this is a letter from Young Master Lin Xi." Chunxiang looked sad, as if something bad had happened.
Ji Bohan frowned and looked at her in confusion, "Who is Lin Xi?"
Chunxiang was taken aback and quickly explained: "It was the young master of the Lin family who stayed at the Ji family for a month seven years ago. The second young master had a deep affection for him and was reluctant to let him go before he left. I heard that..."
Chunxiang paused, her tone heavy as she spoke carefully, "I heard that Young Master Linxi suddenly fell seriously ill last month and unfortunately passed away. Before he died, he was still thinking of you, Second Young Master. This is the letter he wrote to you."
"Really? Why don't I have any impression of this?" Ji Bohan was slightly stunned. He opened the envelope and took a look. The words inside were extremely weird and strange.
Who is Yan Xi?
Ji Bohan tried hard to remember but couldn't.
He clutched the letter tightly, slowly raised his eyes to look at Chunxiang, and said with a sense of loss: "Aunt Chunxiang, I don't seem to... remember."
Hearing this, Chunxiang was stunned. She opened her mouth, her eyes moist, and her voice was nasal. "Don't remember? It's okay if you don't remember."
The second young master has suffered so much. He just lost his mother and then his best friend. Maybe if he didn't remember, it wouldn't be so painful.
Yan Xi, who was standing by, watched as he fell onto the bed somewhat powerlessly.
Lin Xi is dead.
Ji Bohan forgot about them.
Yan Xi covered his face with his hands, feeling uncomfortable. This discomfort was beyond his comprehension, like a huge rock pressing on his heart, making it hard for him to breathe.
After being sad for a long time, he suddenly thought of something. He raised his head abruptly and stared at the letter that Ji Bohan had placed on the bedside table.
Aunt Chunxiang just said that Lin Xi died last month.
Could it be that the day Lin Xi died was the same day the first wife died?
If that's the case.
It is very likely that he is the medium of communication between him and Ji Bohan.
Considering that only Lin Xi could see him at the beginning, and that he would occupy his reincarnated body in the future, Yan Xi became more and more certain of this guess.
But what’s the use of understanding it now?
Lin Xi is dead.
He would never be able to talk to Ji Bohan again.
What's more, Ji Bohan had already forgotten him.
Yan Xi looked at the boy lying on the bed, wanting to touch him but only a vague touch.
It’s better to forget it. He really doesn’t want to see him in so much pain.
Yan Xi thought that such a result made him powerless, but who would have thought that the days that followed would be the ones that made him feel the most powerless.
Ji Bohan lost his closest relatives and forgot the person he loved most. Anyone would become increasingly depressed by such a blow.
But what is unexpected is that not only did he not become depressed, but he became more confident and loved to laugh.
His calligraphy and paintings were appreciated by the famous Feng Dajia in City A.
Mr. Feng accepted him as his student and took him with him wherever he went.
Gradually, Ji Bohan became busier and more famous.
But Master Ji couldn't see any of this.
The only person in his eyes is his son, the Third Young Master Ji Baiheng.
Ji Boheng was extremely talented and had already met many bigwigs in the political and business circles at a young age. At first, he worked as a reporter in a newspaper. The articles he wrote were always sold out and he was highly sought after by everyone.
However, with the outbreak of the war, he gave up his pen and took up arms, following Marshal Zhang in his campaigns across the country, and gradually climbed from a small soldier to the position of chief of staff.
Such an achievement made the Ji family proud, and Mr. Ji would smile every time he saw him.
In comparison, the eldest young master Ji Boyu, the second young master Ji Boyan and the fourth young master Ji Boying seem dull.
Master Ji only has a sour face in front of them.
Every time the eldest young master Ji Boyu turned his back, he would roll his eyes and complain in front of Ji Boyan: "Isn't it just made with Dad's money? What's so great about it? Without Dad, he is nothing."
Ji Bohan played with the pocket watch in his hand with a smile on his face, saying nothing.
Seeing him like this, Ji Boyu was a little annoyed. "Hey, second brother, what are you so happy about every day? Do you know that this guy has stolen our limelight?"
"Just rob it, why care so much." Ji Bohan leaned lazily against the back of the wheelchair, his voice light and without any emotion.
Seeing him like this, Ji Boyu sneered, "Second brother, do you really not know or are you pretending not to know? People are saying that you, the son of the first wife, are disabled and useless. Not only is he disliked by our father, but his fiancée is also having an affair with someone else. He has a green hair and looks very miserable. They are all betting on when you will be pissed to death."
Hearing this, Ji Bohan paused, raised his delicate peach blossom eyes, and stared at him with a cold smile, "Really? Big brother, you should worry about yourself. I don't know why I always feel that Sanniang and Butler Cui are very close."
As soon as these words came out, Ji Boyu's face changed instantly, and he looked at him with a sullen look, "My mother is the third wife of the Ji family, and Cui Yi is the steward of the Ji family. Isn't it normal for them to be close? What's so strange about that?"
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