Zhan Tingbai refused to believe it and turned around several times like a trapped beast, then picked up the washing stick placed under the stairs in the corner.
He swung the stick and smashed it towards the huge "Ninja" painting.
Crash——
The glass was shattered all over the floor.
There was a cut on Zhan Tingbai's face.
If I hadn't been wearing thick clothes, I would probably have had several cuts on my body.
"That's enough."
"I've said enough! Stop embarrassing yourself!"
Zhan Tingbai's hand had already gone to open the word frame, but after hearing what her eldest son said, her hand trembled and she cut a wound, and blood flowed out.
"I spent half my life trying to get you off, and you actually accuse me of being disgraceful?"
"Why would you want to be abandoned by you? I've known since I was a child that I'm a bastard. I have a choice."
Ji Gaoyang closed his eyes in despair. "I already said it when I was being investigated. You two have never slept in the same room. You were just a fake couple. Even after twenty years, it can't be real!"
Minister Ji looked at Ji Gaoyang with a slightly cold look in his eyes. "Gaoyang, you should have known that your father was Ma Weisan. From now on, your name will be Ma Gaoyang. Perhaps you can change your name and start over."
Ji Gaoyang gritted his teeth, he knew that his father blamed him for not stopping his mother from making trouble and was disappointed in him.
He begged: "Dad - I also long for a home..."
"Wei Gaoyang, stop calling me dad."
"Whether I have recovered my memory or not, I am only the father of Ji Nanfeng and Ji Nanchuan."
"I have taught you for more than twenty years. Similarly, I owe Ji Nanfeng and Ji Nanchuan for more than twenty years. I feel ashamed of them."
Little Brother Ji raised his head stubbornly, glanced at Minister Ji, then turned his head awkwardly to tease Xiao Baibai.
Who cares about feeling guilty about something?
Vice President Zong had just established some relationship with the Ji family, but before the relationship could even warm up, it was cut off by Minister Ji.
Minister Ji's words were very clear. He didn't want to have any contact with Ji Gaoyang in the future. He had already fulfilled his father-son relationship with Ji Gaoyang. For the rest of his life, regardless of whether Ji Gaoyang would recover his memory or not, he would spend all his time accompanying the Ji Nanfeng brothers.
Vice President Zong didn't want to offend others, so he left with his family.
Minister Ji cleaned up the mess and told Ji Nanfeng to hold Xiao Baibai tightly and not to let the glass prick his hands.
Little Baibai was not frightened at all by the smashing of calligraphy and paintings. Instead, he was eager to get down to the ground. Ruan Tang was afraid that Minister Ji, a grown man, could not clean up the mess, so she also took a broom to help.
As Minister Ji said, there really is a piece of paper behind the picture frame.
Ruan Tang secretly glanced at Minister Ji, who calmly took out the paper and handed it to Ruan Tang, who looked curious.
Ruan Tang was a little confused. It was not good to reveal such a big secret when the family had just officially recognized each other, right?
Minister Ji saw that Ruan Tang's face was almost twisted into a bun, and everyone else was staring at the paper.
Minister Ji suppressed his smile, tore up the paper and threw it into the trash can.
"I'll go buy some food, let's have lunch together."
As soon as Minister Ji leaves the room.
Grandma Ji and Aunt Xie winked at Ruan Tang, asking her to pick them up and put them together quickly!
"I'm afraid I'm not suitable. Let my younger brother do it."
Ji Nanfeng had never been interested in these things, so Ruan Tang didn't count on him at all.
Ji Xiaodi received the order and hurriedly dug out the shredded paper from the trash can. "Hey, there are only a few ripped pieces, so it's easy to put together."
Minister Ji stood in the hallway, looking back at the crowd of people near the trash can. Little Bird chirped and couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth...
"It's done!"
Little brother Ji raised his arm and called out, and Grandma Ji also gathered around.
"That person is indeed sick."
The handwriting looks exactly like the one that says "忍", the only difference is that one was written with a big broom and the other with a small broom.
The original handwriting on the checklist had long since faded and was barely discernible.
Minister Ji wrote these words himself.
I didn't realize that Minister Ji also has a hobby of being a calligrapher.
If Zhan Tingbai insisted on opening the note, she would have the initiative.
Obviously, Grandma Ji also wanted to fight, "Tear it up quickly, so that none of it can be seen! I'm scared to death. Your father is always troublesome when he fights. I didn't expect that he would be so stupid at his age and ask someone to clean up the mess..."
"When I see your father being so calm and reserved, I often feel like he's not my son. But now that I see him acting silly, I know for sure he is."
Little Brother Ji tore the pieced-together note into pieces, ensuring that not a single word could be read.
Minister Ji stood in the lobby, listening to the old lady muttering about the bad things he had done since he was a child, and couldn't help but touch his nose.
Nonsense, he is so steady, Minister Ji who is very good at predicting things.
Minister Ji only remembered that he didn't bring his ticket when he went out. As soon as he stood still, he was surrounded by neighbors who had been watching the fun.
The Ji family had made such a big commotion that they had been listening with their ears perked up. Seeing Zhan Tingbai and the others walk out with gloomy faces and arguing as they walked, they felt that the melon was too big.
The Ji family's house was just moved in recent years, so those who live here are all of the same rank as Minister Ji.
A few days ago, they knew that the Ji family was going to change, but they didn't expect to witness this big news with their own eyes.
"Minister Ji, what trouble are you in? How can I help you?"
Minister Ji had just said that he was going to buy groceries when he was interrupted by the enthusiastic neighbors.
"There aren't many good vegetables in the market right now. I have some pork belly that I just bought this morning. I'll take it to treat my family."
One person spoke up, and the others followed suit by saying what they had at home, and thus they put together a table full of dishes for Minister Ji.
Minister Ji did not refuse, and Zheng Yi thanked the neighbors for their help.
"When your family moves in later, Minister Ji, we'll definitely go to your house and have a meal."
Minister Ji welcomed them generously, but he was unsure because the Ji Nanfeng brothers were not easy to fool. The only one who seemed a little kind to him was his daughter-in-law Ruan Tang, and he didn't know whether Ruan Tang was willing to help.
When Minister Ji carried the vegetables home, his family members couldn't help but start talking.
Zhan Tingbai used to be a bit of a show-off in the family compound, relying on his status as a Beijing native to look down on other families. Even if neighbors made dumplings for each other, they wouldn't pass by the Ji family, otherwise they would be suspected of isolating the Ji family.
But Zhan Tingbai either disliked the fact that it was not made entirely of meat, or disliked the stuffing inside and didn't like it. In short, no one liked to go to Ji's house.
Therefore, when Zhan Tingbai passed away, most of the other family members were gloating.
After laughing at Zhan Tingbai, he couldn't help but be curious about what Minister Ji's family members were like and whether they were easy to get along with.
If someone as difficult and unsociable as Zhan Tingbai comes, they will also have a headache.
Ruan Qi and Aunt Xie would never really let Minister Ji cook alone. When Minister Ji brought back the dishes, they hurriedly stood up to help.
Minister Ji’s cooking skills are quite good, and the table is full of delicious dishes.
After fifteen years, Minister Ji took back the name Ji Huaishan, and the family officially ate together again, but the relatives of the Ji Nanfeng brothers were missing.
"During the New Year this year, go home and talk to your wife."
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