Rebirth: Pampered by My Children and Husband

Chapter 38: Chapter 38: This is the Warmth that Truly Belongs to Him

Ji Tingyang was making a phone call in the backyard, his expression anxious, his long legs moving unconsciously around as he responded to the other party’s questions.

Unconsciously, he walked to the edge of the swimming pool, his deep black eyes staring at the dark blue water in the pool. The irritation in his heart only increased, even feeling the urge to throw his phone in the water.

It was at this moment that the butler walked in, excitedly handing him a document bag.

It was said to be information about the leaker.

Before he had a chance to ask where the information was from, the butler, seeming afraid of disturbing his phone call, left immediately after speaking.

What a mess.

Ji Tingyang took a deep breath out, massaging his throbbing temples, and did not take the document to heart, casually throwing it onto a small table by the pool.

It was then that Wen Li ran in, she glanced at the still unopened document bag, her mind full of plans on how to deceive Ji Tingyang away.

“The chicken soup is ready, why don’t you go and have some,” Wen Li tugged at his shirt corner, speaking softly.

Her gentle and considerate demeanor was what Ji Tingyang loved the most about her.

The irritation dissipated somewhat, and Ji Tingyang did not want to disregard her rare kindness. He gave perfunctory replies to the shareholders and then hung up the call.

Before going out, Ji Tingyang spotted the document bag on the small table, and remembering the matter said, “The butler seemed to say it was some information. Let me take a look first.”

He casually picked it up and tore the seal on the document bag.

Instantly, Wen Li felt as if her body had plunged into an ice cellar.

For a few short seconds, time seemed to freeze, as painfully long as the moment before an execution.

What was she to do?

Rush over and tear up the document? Could she be faster than Ji Tingyang?

Splash water on it, the paper would easily tear and the text would blur…

But where could she get water at hand?

She felt as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, various thoughts flashing through her mind.

By the time she snapped out of it, her hands, beyond her control, had pushed the unsuspecting Ji Tingyang into the swimming pool, along with the document…

Ah.

The document would now be destroyed by the pool water.

The merciless flow of water furiously entered Ji Tingyang’s nose, ears, and eyes, engulfing his body, making breathing extremely difficult.

He couldn’t help coughing a few times as water poured into his lungs, as if someone were stabbing his organs, painfully curling up his body.

He even forgot the instinct to swim.

He squinted his eyes, and the scene above the water seemed fogged, dimly seeing Wen Li standing by the poolside, her face filled with terror.

He distinctly felt a pair of hands push him down…

As his consciousness gradually blurred, his mind flashed through many memories. n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Was it because she hated him that she was so merciless?

His parents had died early, and as the eldest brother, he was forced to take on a brotherly role at just seven years old.

He was forced to mature early, recognizing the reality of human relationships, living in rotation among relatives who despised them, with Zeqiu and his sister.

He suppressed the pain in his heart and dared not show it in front of them. Until he met Wen Li, who made him feel a hint of warmth, reminding him of his gentle mother…

Later, she met Xiao Yu and wanted to date him wholeheartedly, distancing herself from him.

He feared even this last bit of warmth he owned would be taken away, and frantically trapped her by his side, possessing the warmth on her that wasn’t truly his own.

Was he finally facing retribution now?

Ji Tingyang vividly felt his breath fading, perhaps a deathbed vision, recalling past pain.

He derided himself for being too melodramatic.

His eyes gradually closed…

Thump.

The water erupted, and a shadow enveloped him.

Ji Tingyang strained to hold onto the last bit of consciousness, his eyes opening a slit.

He saw Lin Xu floating in the water, her hair spreading out as she tried to swim toward him.

Her eyes, possibly reddened from crying, were clear with concern, as if spanning a barrier of twenty years to rush toward him.

Ji Tingyang’s heart, which was nearly stilled, throbbed wildly as he stared unwaveringly at Lin Xu, like a blazing sun, illuminating the darkness of his past twenty years.

Watching the rippling waves between them grow shorter, he seemed to see his mother who used to sit by his bed telling stories in his childhood, the mother who laughed, asking him to make money and buy her clothes when he would be older, and the mother who touched his head and vowed never to let those who bullied him get away…

A madness surged in his eyes as he etched her into his view.

This was the real warmth that belonged to him.

Lin Xu swam up to Ji Tingyang, sliding her arms under his from behind and embracing him as they surfaced from the water.

Ji Tingyang moved his hands slightly, loosely embracing her body, before his consciousness finally dispersed and he sank into darkness.

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When Ji Tingyang awoke, what he saw first was a stark white ceiling, and a slight pain on the back of his hand told him that he was receiving an IV drip.

Not seeing the time, he had no idea how much time had passed.

He moved slightly, and immediately, a choked voice of concern sounded next to him, “Don’t move yet, the doctor said your body hasn’t recovered.”

Ji Tingyang turned his head and only then belatedly realized that Wen Li was actually right beside him.

Her eyes were red, probably from a lot of crying, and her cheeks somewhat swollen, as if she had been hit?

But none of that mattered anymore.

“Where is Lin Xu?” Ji Tingyang looked around.

Wen Li was stunned, not expecting his first question upon waking to be about Lin Xu. She squeezed her hands resting on her knees, feeling a sour rise in her heart, “She… is in the doctor’s office.”

Ji Tingyang murmured “Oh” and closed his eyes again.

His attitude was indifferent.

Wen Li bit her lip, tears welling up again, and she apologized with a sob, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to push you into the water. I was all over the place at that moment, my thoughts were chaotic, I don’t even understand why I did that…”

The close call with accidental manslaughter made her anxious and unrestful.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry… can you forgive me?” Large tears fell from her eyes, her beautiful face intermixed with tears, looking pitiful.

In the past, Ji Tingyang would have comforted her the moment she cried, but this time he just quietly watched her, without speaking for a long while.

The one-sided act was embarrassing, and Wen Li’s crying gradually subsided.

“Can you touch my head?” Ji Tingyang suddenly asked.

Wen Li paused, baffled, but still reached out her slender hand and rubbed his head according to his wish.

Ji Tingyang’s eyes dropped slightly, his expression unreadable.

He smirked ambiguously with a snort.

His heart was as calm as still water, without a ripple.

Sure enough, that lingering warmth dissipated.

He felt nothing anymore.