When something happened, he wanted to act coquettishly. He gave the pear core in his hand to his father: “Dad, help me throw it away.”
But, this time Ji Jiangzhou didn’t indulge him: “Throw it out by yourself. The trash can is right next to you.”
“Okay.” Ji Zhile climbed off the sofa, threw away the trash, and washed his hands.
He stood by the kitchen, hesitated for a moment, picked up the cup, and took half a glass of water. Holding it in both hands, he walked to Si Tian and Ji Jiangzhou.
He said in a soft voice, “Mom, Dad, drink water. Don’t be angry, okay?”
Seeing his pitiful appearance, Si Tian’s heart softened. She couldn’t care less about being angry: “Mom is not angry anymore.”
She reached out to touch Ji Zhile’s cheek and gently pinched it.
Ji Zhile looked at Ji Jiangzhou again and gave him the same glass of water.
Si Tian looked at Ji Jiangzhou. His face also softened, and he took the water from Ji Zhile. Si Tian estimated that his idea of sending Ji Zhile to grandma’s house for a few days was over.
At this time, Ji Ningyi quietly leaned into her ear and whispered, “Mom, don’t worry, and kiss Dad. I won’t disturb you.”
Si Tian blushed, thinking that Ningyi didn’t need to be so considerate.
Ji Ningyi smiled until his eyes bent. He liked his parents very much like this. This proved that his parents would never divorce and they would always be a family.
In the evening, when Si Tian told the two children a bedtime story, Ji Zhile sighed.
Si Tian was surprised: “What are you sighing?”
Ji Zhile seemed to have no worries in his mind. He sighed like a little adult, which was incompatible with his temperament.
Ji Zhile said: “Mom, Dad doesn’t seem to like me anymore.”
He looked aggrieved, his bright eyes were wet, and he looked pitiful.
Si Tian immediately said: “Of course, Dad likes you. Why doesn’t Dad like you?”
As far as Ji Jiangzhou’s pampering toward Ji Zhile was concerned, he had already engraved his liking in his bones.
Ji Zhile started to count on his fingers what he didn’t like about his father today: “Dad didn’t help me throw the pear cores. Dad talked to me very aggressively. Dad didn’t even finish the water I poured for him…”
Ji Zhile pouted, looking unhappy.
Si Tian: “No. First of all, you should throw away the garbage you eat by yourself. It’s not like you can’t do it. Secondly, Dad didn’t mean to talk harshly when he spoke to you.”
He just didn’t smile at him, but his tone was calm.
“Finally, Ji Zhile, don’t you think that you poured too much water yourself?”
A big cup was filled with two-thirds of the water. How could he drink it without feeling thirsty?
Ji Zhile said: “Not much, Mom and Dad drank it together.”
Si Tian: “Even if we drink together, we can’t finish it. Zhile, we don’t dislike you.”
Ji Zhile nodded: “I believe Mom likes me.”
He said: “Because Mom usually treats me like this.”
Si Tian: …
Si Tian was silent. For a moment, she didn’t know whether Ji Zhile’s words were a compliment or a derogation.
His father used to be gentle but not gentle today, so he thought that he didn’t like him anymore. But, she had never been gentle from the beginning to the end.
She seemed to have experienced Ji Jiangzhou’s inexplicable feeling of being choked by Ji Zhile. She immediately didn’t want to comfort him.
From this point of view, Ji Jiangzhou’s feelings for the two children were very deep, so he could still speak softly to them despite such violent blows from time to time.
After telling the story to the two children, Si Tian returned to her room. She unscrewed the door handle and opened it. But, someone grabbed her arm and pulled her in. She was then pressed against the door.
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