novelraw Chapter 477 - 476: Love Begets Love (Part 2)
Chapter 477 - 476: Love Begets Love (Part 2)
Baobao took a bit longer to wash his hands, and when Le Tong led him out, Ji Rui had already fed Mr. Ji a bowl of porridge.Le Tong led Baobao directly to the sofa in the small living room, bent over to take out three bowls, and was about to serve soup. Lying on the hospital bed, Mr. Ji turned his head laboriously to look over with a soft voice, just loud enough for Le Tong to hear clearly. Thɪs chapter is updated by N0v3l.Fiɾe.net
"The soup and porridge were delicious, thank you."
Le Tong raised her head, slightly surprised, looking at the very haggard-looking Mr. Ji with a face full of scars, and after a moment, she reacted, replying awkwardly.
"No need for thanks!" To him, she felt no affection; doing these things was just for Ji Rui and Baobao, so she didn’t think he needed to thank her.
"Grandpa, how about that? Baobao didn’t lie to you, right? Mommy’s cooking is really amazing!" Baobao completely unaware of the awkward atmosphere between Mommy and Grandpa, cheerfully tapped the bowl with a spoon.
"Look, Grandpa, Baobao has a little belly now!" Afraid Mr. Ji wouldn’t believe it, Baobao ran to the bedside and slightly puffed up his belly for the old man to feel.
Though Mr. Ji felt uncomfortable all over, he was amused by Baobao’s candid reaction and pulled his lips into a smile, "Haha, Baobao is turning into a little chubby one."
Baobao didn’t mind being called a little chubby, showed off for a bit, and then bounced back to the small living room holding his belly.
"Ah Rui, you eat, I’ll lie down for a while."
Seeing Le Tong had already filled three soup bowls and set up chopsticks, Mr. Ji’s heart warmed towards her a bit more.
No need to say, she probably didn’t like him, might even hate him. But she not only made and delivered the soup and porridge but also considerately stayed here to eat, likely so Ji Rui and Baobao could spend more time with him.
This thoughtfulness and tolerance, even if out of an affection for the house, still deeply touched Mr. Ji.
Ji Rui helped him adjust the bed down, letting him lie flat, and turned on the TV, handing him the remote so he could choose a channel himself.
Ji Rui quickly drank down most of a bowl of soup, licked his lips, and looked at Le Tong seriously, saying, "Le Tong, thank you!"
Le Tong looked at him disdainfully, "Annoying, it’s just a meal, all this thanking."
Ji Rui smiled knowingly, "Yeah, it is annoying. I won’t say it in the future; between you and me, there’s really no need for thanks."
Le Tong nearly couldn’t resist kicking him; this man, his shamelessness always reaches new heights.
Baobao lay on the coffee table, holding his bowl with both hands, his dark eyes darting between his parents’ faces. Seeing Mommy so annoyed by Daddy, the little guy wasn’t worried but instead chimed in with a laugh, "Yeah, we’re all family, what kind of formality is thanking?"
Just as he finished speaking, Le Tong gave him a gentle tap on the head, "Ji Yu, hush."
Baobao stuck out his tongue, made a face at his parents, and obediently gulped down his soup.
Taking advantage of Le Tong scolding Baobao, Ji Rui unexpectedly leaned over and kissed Le Tong on the cheek, whispering, "Thanks for your hard work!"
Le Tong glared at him again and decided not to bother with this father and son duo, picked up her bowl and focused on drinking her soup.
Over there, lying on the hospital bed, although Mr. Ji had turned on the TV, he kept looking at the warm interactions of the family of three over in the small living room, and as he watched, his eyes subtly moistened.
Over there, after Baobao finished his soup, his gaze unexpectedly met Mr. Ji’s, so he grabbed a chicken leg and offered it to him.
"Grandpa, do you want to eat a chicken leg?"
Both Ji Rui and Le Tong turned their heads to look at Mr. Ji.
"Baobao, you eat. Grandpa can only have porridge now. When Grandpa is better, you can invite Grandpa to eat, okay?"
This sentence, ostensibly asking Baobao, was actually a plea to Le Tong and Ji Rui for a chance to reconcile.
Of course, Baobao didn’t understand the complexities between adults, he turned expectantly to look at Le Tong, "Mommy, when Grandpa gets better, can we invite him to our home for dinner?"
Le Tong wasn’t an overly petty person, and since Ji Rui had already considered reconciling with Mr. Ji, and she had personally made the soup and brought it over today, she was prepared to slowly accept Mr. Ji, after all, she was committed to walking life’s path with Ji Rui; it wouldn’t do to be enemies with his father.
"Okay, when Grandpa gets better, Baobao will make wontons for Grandpa, okay?"
Baobao then remembered he had his own cooking talents to show off. Holding his bowl, he hopped to the bedside and braggingly ate while talking to Mr. Ji.
Le Tong and Ji Rui did not stop him, allowing him to talk up his skills, knowing full well that even if the little guy cooks horribly, Mr. Ji is likely to savor it as if it’s the world’s finest cuisine.
After dinner, Le Tong tidied up and patted Baobao’s bottom, instructing him.
"Baobao, go say goodbye to Grandpa."
As for Ji Rui, she didn’t even ask what his plans were, because as far as she was concerned, as a son, it was natural for Ji Rui to stay with Mr. Ji overnight.
"Goodbye, Grandpa! Baobao will come to see you again tomorrow, okay? Grandpa, be good!"
Baobao let Ji Rui pick him up and leaned over the bed, wanting to kiss Mr. Ji.
"Haha, Grandpa’s face is covered in ointment, don’t kiss." Mr. Ji turned his face away, his body aching more intensely but his spirits lifted by Baobao’s affection.
"Ah Rui, you should also leave now. There’s a special caregiver here, and Old Li will arrange for a babysitter to take care of me. No need to worry."
Mr. Ji knew how busy his son was? His most trusted assistant had been taken back to the Yang Family, and the Ji Family was dealing with troubles both internally and externally. He probably wished he could stretch a day into several days; being the cause of all this trouble himself, he didn’t have the heart to let Ji Rui stay in the hospital dealing with it.
Ji Rui stayed silent, it wasn’t clear whether he agreed or refused the arrangement, he silently picked up Baobao, wrapped his long arm around Le Tong, and walked out of the hospital room.
Mr. Ji thought they had left together, used the remote to turn off the TV, closed his eyes, feeling as if the day’s dramatic scenes were slowly coming back to him.
"Sir..." Housekeeper’s voice sounded in his ear.
"Hmm?!" The myriad of chilling images tired Mr. Ji greatly, and he didn’t want to open his eyes even upon hearing the call.
"Old Madam Ji has been kicking up a fuss..." The housekeeper standing in front of the hospital bed was very anxious; he hadn’t dared to say anything when the Ji family of three were present.
"Let her be..." Mr. Ji sighed deeply, thinking that perhaps this was all a result of his own misdeeds, blaming no one else, and he had even dragged down his son...
"But..." The housekeeper was very helpless; to him, Old Madam Ji was the master, and she had been making a racket wanting to come to the hospital to see Mr. Ji. As a servant, he had no position to stop her.
"Housekeeper Li, my dad said let her be, let her do what she wants to do, if necessary, send her to a mental hospital."