Ji Wei escaped from marriage.
When Ji Ran heard this, he raised his eyebrows unexpectedly, and it took a long time to digest the message.
The person who had been following Ji Guo's righteousness from childhood to adulthood actually ran away from marriage
Ji Ran suddenly felt that the anger on his body had completely disappeared, and there was only surprise and laughter left.
Ji Wei started to lose contact two days ago. At first, everyone thought that he was delayed by something. It was not until the work day, when the other party didn't come to the company for a long time, that they realized the seriousness of it.
The only information left was a letter on the desk, in which he stated that he would not marry and that he was willing to pay the price for it.
Mrs. Ji's words were vague, but Ji Ran thought about it with her toes and knew that the price was nothing more than giving up the company or leaving Ji's house.
But the invitation card of Ji's family was printed and the venue was arranged. The elders were spreading the news of the marriage all over the industry. Ji Guo had a good face and couldn't afford to lose this person, so the wedding had to be done.
Fortunately, the invitations hadn't been sent out in time, so they thought about it and thought of another Ji family.
At that time, I will find an excuse, saying that the younger brother took up the older brother's wedding date, or that the older brother has taken a fancy to another wedding date... It all makes sense. Procrastinate first, and then bring Ji Wei back.
"Although these girls are not big families, they are all small jasper jades. I specially picked them for you. They are not bad and will not hurt you." Mrs. Ji hurried back from abroad, her face full of exhaustion, "You're about the same age. It's good for you to get married and have children sooner."
Ji Ran came back to his senses and snorted: "Old lady, you are not well-informed abroad, maybe you haven't heard of it... I have nothing to do with the Ji family, and I am not interested in helping you fill this hole."
"Don't be ridiculous, I'm talking about business now. I know you have a conflict with your father, but he is still your father no matter what. Your blood relationship cannot be erased..."
"Then how can I get rid of you?" Ji Ran asked lazily, "money? How much is Ji Guozheng's sperm worth? The money I've collected over the years has been paid back with interest, and I don't owe you. I'm also an adult and don't need a guardian."
His words were straightforward and vulgar, and Mrs. Ji looked at him in shock, and it took a long while to find her words: "...How dare you talk to me like this? Don't forget, I saved your life. It wasn't me nodding, you didn't even have a chance to be born—"
"My life? You saved it?" Ji Ran seemed to have heard a joke. He wanted to say calmly, who would have wanted the other party to bring up the incident first, but instead added a bucket of oil to his little flame.
"You know, you just nodded. Did you conceive me in October and gave birth to me? Or did you really think Zhao Qingtong would beat me up without your answer? If you didn't nod, wouldn't the Ji family still be able to? Force Zhao Qingtong to have an abortion?" Speaking of this, Ji Ran paused and laughed sarcastically, "—Oh, you can really fucking do this."
Mrs. Ji's face turned pale.
She has lived in a greenhouse for nearly all her life, and this is the first time she has been questioned like this. She had heard that Ji Ran's wings were hard, but she didn't expect it to be reversed to this point.
"Do you really think that when you pay back the money, even those debts are paid off?" She raised her voice a bit, "If it weren't for me, you could have grown up pampered? To be able to attend such a good school, ride in such a good car, Eat such good food?! Without that, you'll just be a street gangster with nothing!"
Ji Ran just thought it was funny.
If it weren't for the Ji family...
If not for these.
How could he endure so many years of verbal attacks and school violence.
Without all of this, he might settle down with Zhao Qingtong in a remote and clean place. He is not afraid of hardship, and Zhao Qingtong is not afraid. There are so many ways to make money in the world. , plain and simple, but also happy.
No cold words, no discrimination or humiliation.
He will not be a laughing stock among children, and Zhao Qingtong will not be used as a post-dinner talk by those so-called upper class ladies.
In fact, after Ji Ran became sensible, he had already thought of staying away from the Ji family, but at that time Zhao Qingtong had passed away, and his guardian wrote the name of Ji Guozheng. He couldn't even get the simplest visa.
Later, Ji Ran found a diary among Zhao Qingtong's belongings. The booklet was carefully kept in the pillowcase by the woman, so it was not searched by the people sent by the Ji family.
So he stayed.
He retracted his thoughts and looked at the man in front of him who was breathing lightly.
Mrs. Ji is old and naturally has some small problems with her body. When she gets excited, she will inevitably have a larger physiological reaction than ordinary people.
Ji Ran paused and looked at the person behind her: "Did you bring medicine? Give her something to eat. Take out the meditation pills first."
The assistant took a few pills from the pillbox he carried with him.
When Mrs. Ji heard this, she thought that Ji Ran had finally regained some conscience.
She swallowed two pills and finally regained her composure: "Just now, grandma spoke too hastily. Don't worry about it. It's also because you are too ignorant. Don't talk to elders like this in the future, you know?"
Ji Ran sneered and didn't respond.
Mrs. Ji said: "You can look at the photos, or you can ask for their detailed information. I will send them over. The day after tomorrow, the invitation will be placed, and you must give me a candidate before that."
Ji Ran asked coolly: "Do these women know that you put their photos together and let people pick them like pork?"
"Don't say it so badly. The Ji family has a great business, and no matter how many people want to touch it, they won't be able to touch it."
Ji Ran nodded: "Yes, your Ji family is the only myth of electricity and light, and women all over the world want to marry in."
Mrs. Ji didn't understand what he was talking about: "I'll let people decide on the dress, don't worry, the wedding will be a beautiful sight for you. I'll make the decision for you, and I'll give you two suites for your young couple. I still have some doors. Shop, you pick a few to go, and a wedding car..."
"Wait a minute." Ji Ran interrupted her with a look of helplessness, "It's not that I have to fight against your old man, that's it... I can't marry them."
Mrs. Ji frowned: "What's wrong with you? These women are not satisfied?"
"No." Ji Ran raised the corner of his mouth and threw out a sentence, "It's just... I don't like women."
"I like men."
"I'm gay, how can I marry a woman?"
Mrs. Ji was dumbfounded.
For a moment, the living room was silent, and even the assistant couldn't help gasping.
It took a long time for Mrs. Ji to regain her voice, and she said slowly, "...even if you don't like my arrangement and don't want to get married, don't find such absurd reasons to prevaricate me..."
Ji Ran smiled: "Do you think I would use this as an excuse?"
Mrs. Ji's eyes sank as she pursed her lips and looked at him.
She thought about it carefully... Her grandson has done a lot of shit since childhood, fighting, contradicting teachers, truancy and leaving school early. The only taboo line that she didn't encounter was puppy love.
She was reassured at first—at least it wouldn't cause any trouble with teenage pregnancies.
Seeing that her face was gradually darkening, Ji Ran sneered and threw the last bomb: "If you don't believe me, let him take a look behind the vase at the door."
The assistant stood there, looking embarrassed, not knowing whether to go or not.
After a long while, Mrs. Ji said, "Go and see."
The assistant walked over quickly, picked up the small bottle, and was startled at a glance. He didn't dare to look at it any more, and held it in his hand and returned behind Mrs. Ji.
"What is it?" The old lady raised her hand, "Bring it to me."
The assistant hesitated: "Old Madam, this..."
"It's okay." Ji Ran smiled, "It's not Kaifeng, it's clean."
Mrs. Ji: "...Bring it!"
She took the assistant's stuff and glanced at it in the palm of her hand.
Because of social needs, she began to learn languages of various countries when she was young. She did not expect that one day, this part of knowledge would be used in the packaging of this kind of product.
It's written in Japanese.
Stimulate, lubricate and double the pleasure.
If she hadn't just taken two pills, she would have fainted now.
She knew that Ji Ran just asked her to take medicine, not to make peace with her.
She was so angry that she threw something on the coffee table, and the small bottle was smashed onto the glass, making a heavy crashing sound.
Mrs. Ji: "You..."
Clang.
The sound of things falling to the ground in the bedroom.
Ji Ran's face changed.
Mrs. Ji caught his expression, and immediately became even more angry: "Is someone inside?!"
Think about it too, these things are all placed in the living room of the home, so that means... It means the place of use, which must also include the home.
"You actually brought someone home?" Mrs. Ji felt that she couldn't hold back no matter how many medicines she took. "Do you know that if this incident is photographed, then the Ji family... Ji family..."
"I said, I have nothing to do with the Ji family anymore." Ji Ran interrupted her impatiently.
There was a bit of irritability on his face.
Did something fall in the bedroom? What is the one-armed hero tossing about in there...
When Mrs. Ji saw his expression, she was instantly determined.
Ji Ran not only brought people home, but even now, at this moment, there is a man in the room.
She stood up abruptly, her body and speed did not look like someone in her late seventies.
Ji Ran quickly followed her and stood up: "Finally leaving?"
Mrs. Ji didn't speak, her face was terrifying, and she walked straight to the bedroom door.
Ji Ran immediately followed, seeing that she was about to grab Mrs. Ji, her hand stretched out in the air but stopped.
Fearing that he couldn't control his strength, he withdrew his hand and directly blocked the door of the bedroom, pressing his back tightly against it: "What on earth are you trying to do?"
"Get out of the way!" Madam Ji said angrily, "I want to see who brought you down—"
"No one can hurt me." He frowned.
Mrs. Ji took a deep breath, reached out and grabbed his arm, trying to pull him away, but because she couldn't pull it, her fingernails fell on Ji Ran's skin, making a few red marks.
"What can you do when you see someone?" Ji Ran didn't move, he couldn't feel the pain at all with this little strength, and looked at her sneeringly, "And even without him, I would still like the next man, I will never marry a woman in my life. Step back 10,000 steps and say, even if I'm not gay, I can't help you clean up this mess..."
As soon as Ji Ran's voice fell, he felt that there was more strength on the door.
Before he could react, he took two steps forward with the strength of the door panel.
The bedroom door was pushed open from the inside, and the people outside were still in a stalemate, and the people in the room walked out slowly.
The man was dressed in home clothes, with a plaster hanging from his hand, his expression as usual.
At the surprised look in the eyes of the old lady Shang Ji, he even smiled and greeted politely and distantly: "Old lady, are you in good health?"
Mrs. Ji's shock now is no less than when she first learned that Ji Ran was gay.
She made countless guesses about the identity of the person in the room, but she alone did not expect that the person inside would be Qin Man, the ideal grandson-in-law in her heart.