Rebirth: Pampered by My Children and Husband-Chapter 322 - Painful Past (29)

Chapter 322: Chapter 322: Painful Past (29)

Chapter 322: Chapter 322: Painful Past (29)

Ji Yuqiao ran back to her bedroom, and when she came downstairs again, she was carrying a large suitcase in her hand.

Ji Tingyang frowned and called out to Ji Yuqiao, who was walking toward the door, “Where are you going?”

“I’m moving to the school to live,” Ji Yuqiao said.

The butler, overhearing the conversation, displayed a hint of worry on his face, “Why suddenly move to live at school? The dorms aren’t as comfortable as home, and the canteen food isn’t as tasty. Miss, if you live at school, it will definitely be tough.”

“I’ve lived in smaller rooms before, eaten worse food; haven’t I always gotten by? I’ll be fine.” Ji Yuqiao’s face showed determination as she headed straight for the door.

“Ji Yuqiao, come back,” Ji Tingyang’s voice was cold and chilling.

“It was you who said that a family will have a day when they separate. Well, let’s separate today then. I will never come back again.” Ji Yuqiao’s steps didn’t falter in the slightest, and she left the Ji Mansion dragging her suitcase behind her.

Watching her departing figure, Ji Tingyang’s expression grew darker, and the atmospheric pressure around him seemed to drop to its limits.

The butler glanced at him, speaking tentatively, “Young Master, why don’t you apologize and ask the second young master and the young lady to come back…”

“Let them go wherever they want; it’s none of my business.” Ji Tingyang’s hand tightened at his side, and expressionless, he rose to return to his room.

The butler’s gaze swept around the mansion.

The familiar sight of the three siblings gathered on the sofa, chatting and laughing, was gone, and the mansion had become much quieter.

Having been in the mansion for so long, it was the first time he felt how vast it actually was.

…

Time flew by, and before one knew it, two years had passed.

The butler glanced at the prepared food on the dining table and went upstairs to knock on the door of the study, “Young Master, lunch is ready.”

Although it was called lunch, it was already past four in the afternoon, and it wouldn’t be long before dinner time.

Seeing that there was no response from the study, the butler knocked on the door again, “Young Master, you didn’t eat breakfast today, and if you miss lunch, your body won’t be able to take it.”

“Young Master, why don’t you eat something before continuing your work?” the butler added.

Ever since Ji Zeqiu and Ji Yuqiao had moved out of the mansion, Ji Tingyang had stopped going to the company and began working from home.

It was unclear whether he was worried about Wen Li slipping away in his absence or waiting for someone to come back…

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The butler’s knocks grew firmer and his voice louder, “Young Master, Young Master…”

Just as the butler worried that Ji Tingyang had fainted from overworking, the study door opened.

Ji Tingyang’s complexion was pale with a sickly pallor, and he seemed much more somber and aloof.

He glanced at the butler and walked straight downstairs.

Just when the butler thought Ji Tingyang was going to eat, he saw him heading toward the door instead.

“Young Master?” called the butler.

“I have things to do outside,” Ji Tingyang said blandly.

“What time will you be back tonight? I’ll have Aunt Zhang make dinner,” the butler asked.

“Don’t bother making my meal,” said Ji Tingyang before driving away.

Aunt Zhang came out of the kitchen, looking at the butler, “The Young Master went out again? Is he not coming back tonight? I just got it back…”

“We’ll have to wait and see,” the butler sighed.

The car weaved through the roads, speeding past one vehicle after another until, as night fell, it finally stopped outside the grand entrance of a luxurious club.

As soon as Ji Tingyang stepped out of the car, the security guard at the door quickly came over to greet him.

“President Ji, they have been waiting for you in private room 301,” the security guard said.

Ji Tingyang tossed his car keys to the guard and took the elevator to the private room.

Inside the room.

Several young gents were each holding a beauty in their arms, toying and flirting with the women as they sipped on their drinks.

When they saw Ji Tingyang arrive, they whistled in surprise.

“President Ji, we’ve invited you so many times, we thought you weren’t going to come tonight either,” one of the men said.

Ji Tingyang didn’t say a word. He went to sit on a sofa in the corner and poured the drink from the table down his throat.

“President Ji, why come alone? It’s so boring without a beauty by your side,” another man laughed. He nudged the woman beside him, “Go keep our President Ji company.”

The woman’s cheeks had already flushed at the sight of Ji Tingyang. Now, hearing the man asking her to accompany Ji Tingyang, she hurried over eagerly.

However, before she could even sit down, a sharp, cold voice rang out, “Get lost.”

As if her blood had frozen, the woman stared blankly at Ji Tingyang.

She saw his pitch-black eyes emanating a venomously icy chill, his gaze passing over her without a trace of warmth, exerting immense pressure.

Beading with cold sweat on her forehead, the woman quickly ran back to the man’s side.

The man sneered at the woman’s timidity, then picked up a glass of wine to clink with Ji Tingyang. “President Ji, this beauty next to me was the champion of the last national model contest. She has a better figure than many women. You’re not interested in that?”

Ji Tingyang drank his drink, remaining silent.

Another man chuckled, “No matter how good these women are, they can’t compare to the ‘canary’ back at home for President Ji.”

It was almost common knowledge within the circle that Ji Tingyang kept a woman at home.

He was nearly always obliging toward that ‘canary,’ and over the years, he had amassed an extensive collection of jewelry and trinkets for her, spoiling her immensely.

But no one knew what the woman who could trill Ji Tingyang looked like.

“President Ji, why not bring the lady from your home over so we can have a look? A woman who can enchant you like this must be breathtakingly beautiful. I’m quite…”

The man’s words were cut short by a hand covering his mouth.

“Those who dared to tease about that ‘canary’ in the past were all severely dealt with by Ji Tingyang. Are you tired of living?!” someone warned from the side.

Hearing this, the man’s heart skipped a beat, and his alcohol-fueled boldness vanished, leaving him sober in an instant. He looked tremulously towards Ji Tingyang, immediately locking eyes with Ji Tingyang’s fierce and sharp gaze.

The wine spilled over the man’s clothes as he trembled, his voice shaky, “Pres… President Ji, I’m sorry, I drank too much…”

Ji Tingyang quietly regarded the man for a long while before shifting his gaze away and pouring another drink.

The man who escaped retribution let out a sigh of relief.

And for the rest of the night, no one dared to speak to Ji Tingyang again.

So Ji Tingyang sat quietly in the corner, drinking, seemingly indifferent to the commotion around him, as if he had come just for the drinks.

Time passed, and the butler sent Ji Tingyang a message, saying there was a matter to discuss and asking him to come home early tonight.