Rebirth: Pampered by My Children and Husband-Chapter 295 - Painful Past (2)

Chapter 295: Chapter 295: Painful Past (2)

Chapter 295: Chapter 295: Painful Past (2)

Tang Biquin’s heart suddenly jumped, and her expression became frantic, “Your dad isn’t dead, he’s out playing with your mom. Granny wants to talk to your aunt for a moment, why don’t you and your brother go upstairs and check on your sister, okay?”

She wanted to keep this matter hidden, but hadn’t anticipated an uninvited guest would abruptly bring it to light.

“They really don’t know yet?” The woman snorted with laughter and glanced at the two bewildered children, “Your dad and mom were in a car accident and have passed away, they’re dead.”

Ji Tingyang and Ji Zeqiu, although still young, had already encountered a few lessons about death education at school.

They understood that being gone meant never coming back.

They would never see their dad and mom again.

In an instant, tears burst forth like floodwaters, streaming from the eyes of the two children.

Ji Zeqiu raised his fist and smashed it towards the woman, his voice hoarse with tears and exertion, “You liar, my dad and mom can’t be dead, they just can’t be, wuu wuu wuu…”

Ji Tingyang stood still, his small shoulders trembling as he started to sob.

The woman frowned, pushing Ji Zeqiu aside, “Why would I lie to you? If you don’t believe it, just ask your grandparents.”

Upon hearing this, Ji Zeqiu immediately looked towards Tang Biquin.

Confronted with those damp, pitiful eyes, Tang Biquin was at a loss for words and found herself unable to speak.

Ji Zeqiu, as if sensing something, cried even harder, “Wuu wuu wuu… I want my dad, I want my mom…”

The child’s cries were piercing and grating, like a demonic sound drilling through the ears, causing the woman to rub her ears irritably, “Enough of this noise, I’m going back. I’ll come see you in a couple of days, and you better have my money ready by then.”

She grabbed her purse and left the Ji Mansion without a trace of compassion.

Tang Biquin, flustered and preoccupied with comforting the two children, paid her no attention.

…

Two days later.

Tang Biquin and Mr. Lin took the three children to South Mountain Cemetery.

There was a lush bamboo forest in the cemetery, rustling softly in the breeze.

After walking for a bit, they stopped in front of two tombstones.

On the adjacent tombstones were photos of Lin Xu and Ji Yanli, so familiar.

Although Tang Biquin had prepared her grandsons with many consolations and mental preparations, when Ji Tingyang and Ji Zeqiu truly arrived, their faces were still streaked with tears, and even the young Ji Lanyue held in her arms began to cry.

“Are mom and dad sleeping inside here?” Ji Tingyang choked up.

“Yes, if Tingyang misses dad and mom, he can come here to see them,” Mr. Lin said, looking at the tombstone of his daughter, his heart likewise churning with pain and bitterness.

Ji Tingyang reached out and touched the smiling photo of Lin Xu, his chest aching uncontrollably as he remembered her words before leaving home, a mix of regret and self-reproach heavy in his heart.

“Is it because I didn’t let mom touch my head when she left the house, she got angry, so now she’s sleeping here and won’t come home?” Ji Tingyang’s tender voice was thick with tears.

He realized his mistake.

As long as mom came back, he would let her touch his head as many times as she wanted.

“This isn’t your fault, it was the driver who ran the red light’s fault, you can’t blame yourself.” Mr. Lin, worried that he’d become obsessively fixated, blamed the death of Lin Xu and Ji Yanli on himself.

Ji Tingyang was still a child after all, and he started crying heart-wrenchingly while hugging Mr. Lin’s neck, “Grandpa, is it really not because I did something wrong that Mommy isn’t coming back?”

“Your mommy loved you the most, how could she just abandon you over something like this?” Mr. Lin consoled him.

Tears also filled Ji Zeqiu’s eyes, “Will daddy and mommy be cold sleeping here, can we bring them back home?”

“Next time we come, how about we bring some blankets for daddy and mommy so they won’t be cold?” Tang Biquin said.

“Then let’s bring blankets over tomorrow.” Ji Zeqiu said urgently.

“Okay…”

After spending a few hours in the cemetery, Tang Biquin took the children home.

Perhaps because they were tired from crying in the cemetery, the three children fell asleep in the car.

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Perhaps because they were too sad, even in their sleep Ji Tingyang and Ji Zeqiu were still murmuring “daddy and mommy.”

Tang Biquin gently wiped the tears from their faces and sighed, “I originally wanted to keep it from them, to make up an excuse and tell them when they are older. Maybe with time, they wouldn’t have been so upset.”

But who knew that Ji Yanli’s sister would show up and expose everything.

“It’s better to tell them, no matter how many excuses we find for such a big matter, it can’t be hidden for many years. What if the kids resent us in the future for keeping it from them?” Mr. Lin drove, his emotions just as somber.

Tang Biquin pursed her lips.

Silence fell in the car for a time, and the mood of both was like the clouds in the sky, dark and oppressive.

Perhaps not wanting to be surrounded by this heavy atmosphere, Tang Biquin once again began to speak about Ji Yanli’s sister.

“That woman, too, she doesn’t seem to grieve her brother’s passing at all, not only did she not attend the funeral, but she’s also only focused on dividing the inheritance.” She said resentfully.

“The daughter and son-in-law had a will, didn’t they? They left all their assets to their three children. Even if she makes a fuss, she could only get a tiny amount of money.” After that woman left, Mr. Lin had called the lawyer.

“She doesn’t seem like the type who would treat the three children well, and we can’t entrust the grandchildren’s custody to such a person, we’d be more at ease raising them ourselves,” Tang Biquin said.

Mr. Lin nodded.

The car sped down the road, quickly returning to the Ji Mansion.

A few days later, the woman came again.

“Have you guys come to a decision after all these days?” she sat on the sofa, leisurely crossing her legs.

Mr. Lin’s expression cooled, placing a bank card on the table, “There are two hundred thousand inside, take it and never come back here again.”

“Two hundred thousand?” The woman was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing as if she’d heard some joke, “Ji Yanli has earned so much money over the years, not to mention this mansion, even that small car outside is worth more than two hundred thousand. Are you trying to send off a beggar?”

“Then how much do you want?” Tang Biquin’s expression wasn’t good.

“How much was Ji Yanli’s inheritance?” the woman asked, then waved her hand dismissively a moment later, “I can’t be bothered to calculate, you guys just give me half.”

“How much?!” Tang Biquin’s voice cracked.

This person really had no shame.

“We can give you at most three hundred thousand, Ji Yanli has made a will, and even if you hire a lawyer to sue, you won’t be able to get half,” Mr. Lin said sternly.