novelraw Chapter 475 - 474: Keep It for Your Old Age
Chapter 475 - 474: Keep It for Your Old Age
He only knew that the Ji Family originally belonged to him, Ji Rui, and had nothing to do with that shameless woman and her two greedy sons, Ji Wen and Ji Wu!"Ah Ru..."
Mr. Ji’s hoarse call snapped Ji Rui back from his thoughts to the harsh reality.
Ji Rui stood up and hesitated for a moment before striding over.
"How do you feel? Is there anywhere uncomfortable?"
Ji Rui stood by the bedside, slightly bending over to look at the old man lying on the hospital bed.
Once, he wished for the old man’s death, but now, looking at his pale, sickly face, he felt no satisfaction at all.
Mr. Ji’s eyes, cloudy and somewhat dazed, seemed to take great effort to focus on Ji Rui’s face.
"Ah Ru... I’m sorry..."
Mr. Ji’s voice trembled slightly as he lifted his hand from the bed.
Ji Rui glanced at his hand, reached over to hold it, and roughly tucked it back under the blanket, pressing it down.
"Don’t move around, the doctor said you’ve injured your muscles and bones. It’s best to stay put and not cause me trouble."
Ji Rui’s tone was impatient with a hint of anger. Mr. Ji paused, staring at Ji Rui for a few moments, a faint smile tugging at his lips.
"Mm... I won’t move..." he whispered, lying still as a child on the bed, not daring to move.
Seeing his smiling face, Ji Rui inexplicably got angrier.
"What’s so funny? Your leg is broken, and you’re still smiling?!"
Mr. Ji blinked, his eyes showing more amusement, but seeing the frost-like expression on his son’s face, he smiled without daring to say more.
"Baobao is still young, and you’re giving him such expensive jade, aren’t you afraid of spoiling him?"
Ji Rui hit the call bell while criticizing Mr. Ji’s bribery.
"Baobao won’t..."
Mentioning Baobao, Mr. Ji’s face and eyes were filled with comfort.
"Baobao doesn’t understand such things. You should keep those expensive items for your old age," Ji Rui said sarcastically.
Mr. Ji stared at him for a long time before letting out a long sigh.
"Ah Ru, I’m sorry. I was a jerk in the past. I know you’re worried about me. Although I don’t have many shares left in the Ji Family, I still have quite a bit of real estate."
Mr. Ji spoke slowly and quietly, but Ji Rui heard every word clearly.
Ji Rui, with his back to him, poured a glass of water, inserted a straw, and turned to offer it to his mouth.
"Worried about you? I’m afraid Baobao will be sad." Though his actions showed concern, he didn’t soften his words one bit.
After all, how could the animosity between father and son, which had lasted for years, be resolved so easily, allowing them to face each other openly?
It’s just that Ji Rui, who had just circled back from the brink of life and death not long ago, had been utterly frightened when he received the call today. All the past grievances and loves became insignificant in the face of life and death.
To ask him to wipe away all the excessive things Mr. Ji had done to him — honestly, he couldn’t.
But to completely sever ties with this old man and never contact him again — he couldn’t do that either.
This conflicting feeling of both love and hate made Ji Rui feel very suffocated.
Stifling his anger but having no outlet to unleash it on a patient, the doctor and nurse, summoned by his call bell, came in, checked on Mr. Ji, and brought Ji Rui some relief as he moved to the window, gazing at the bleak scenery outside and falling into deep thought once more.
"Mr. Ji, Mr. Ji’s current condition is stable, no need to worry,"
The doctor reported to Ji Rui, instructed the nurse to change Mr. Ji’s IV, and gave Ji Rui more instructions before leaving with the nurse.
Housekeeper Li came in afterward, anxiously glancing at Ji Rui. Seeing he was standing by the window with his back to the bed, seemingly not wanting to hold him accountable, Housekeeper Li dared to approach the bed and whispered next to Mr. Ji’s ear, "Master, the madam..."
"Let her leave, I don’t want to see her!" Mr. Ji’s emotions were a bit agitated, his voice slightly raised, his chest heaving as he breathed heavily.
Ji Rui suddenly turned his head, issuing a cold command.
"Housekeeper Li, have someone send her back."
Housekeeper Li looked at Mr. Ji, who turned his face away, obviously agreeing to Ji Rui’s decision.
Not daring to defy, Housekeeper Li said, "Then I’ll have someone send her back first. What would you and the young master like for dinner? I’ll have it sent over."
Ji Rui waved his hand, "No need, I’ll handle it."
Housekeeper Li left, and Ji Rui was about to call Xiao Li to have someone send some porridge and bone-strengthening soup when the door was pushed open again.
"Grandpa..." The door flew open as Baobao, with his small backpack, ran towards the bed.
"Baobao..." Mr. Ji propped himself up on the bed, trying to sit up, perhaps irritating his wound, as his face suddenly twisted in pain.
"Didn’t I tell you not to move? Lie down!"
Ji Rui strode over to press him down, "Baobao, sit nicely, and don’t touch grandpa, okay?" Ji Rui instructed Baobao.
"Giggle"
The door knocked, and both Ji Rui’s and Mr. Ji’s eyes turned towards it.
There stood Le Tong at the door with a large bag, "May I come in?"
Of course, the question was directed at Mr. Ji, but Ji Rui couldn’t be bothered to ask the opinion of the old man lying on the bed. "Come in. Why are you here? Aren’t you tired?"
Honestly, although he came to see Mr. Ji, he didn’t think Le Tong had to set aside her grudges to visit this old man.
"You haven’t eaten dinner, have you? I came home early to make some porridge and soup, just have a little."
Le Tong placed the large bag on the coffee table in the small living room, bending down to take out items one by one.
"Baobao, come help mommy."
Le Tong didn’t have much goodwill towards the old Mr. Ji lying in bed, but he was Ji Rui’s father and Baobao’s grandfather. Even if she didn’t like him, in his immobile state, taking care of him on behalf of Ji Rui and Baobao didn’t seem too much.
"Oh, Baobao is here!"
Baobao ran over, took off his small backpack, threw it on the sofa, extended his small hands into the bag to help take out lunch boxes, and boasted about his mommy to Mr. Ji.
"Grandpa, you’re in for a treat! Mommy’s soup is so delicious!"
While showing off, he had already taken a bowl, scooped half a bowl of soup, and carefully brought it over. Since he was small and couldn’t reach Mr. Ji, he had no choice but to hand the soup to Ji Rui.
Ji Rui took it, sat on the edge of the bed sideways.
"Have some, although it may not be as good as your lady’s cooking!"
Ji Rui’s words were full of sarcasm.
Mr. Ji sighed quietly, not daring to say anything more, obediently opening his mouth to drink several sips of soup.