Therefore, Ji Xubai's words could not really stimulate him.
"In other words, no matter what, you have to be with Qingzhi, right?" Ji Xubai stared at him and asked calmly.
Wen Jian's eyes were as firm as ever: "Yes."
"You're very good. Dad has taught you those sage books in vain all these years." After Ji Xubai said that, he walked away indifferently.
Ji Xubai didn't find out until the next day that the courtyard was enclosed. His father had sent guards to guard the courtyard and had no intention of letting him out.
It was also when Ji Xiaoxiao secretly came to deliver food to him on the second day. After hearing Ji Xiaoxiao's words, Wen Jian realized that he was imprisoned. Ji Xiaoxiao said that he would continue to intercede for him, but Wen Jian knew that his father was true. He was angry, otherwise he wouldn't have been imprisoned without saying a word.
Wen Jian told Ji Xiaoxiao that the little girl must not tell Qingzhi to make Qingzhi worry about him. Ji Xiaoxiao looked at his brother's haggard appearance and nodded sadly, indicating that he understood.
But no one expected that Wen Jian would resort to such tactics as a hunger strike.
On the third day of being imprisoned, Wen Jian still had not eaten a drop of water. No matter what kind of meals the people brought over, Wen Jian never ate any of them.
Wen Zhigu soon found out about this, and Wen Zhigu couldn't stand it any longer. He immediately ran to Wen Jian's yard and ordered someone to open the door, regardless of whether Wen Jian was imprisoned or not.
The guard guarding the door hesitated for a moment, but in the end he still did not dare to provoke Wen Zhigu, so he had no choice but to open the door.
As soon as the door opened, Wen Zhigu felt the lifeless air filling the air, and Wen Jian was still half-lying on the bed, half-awake, looking much more haggard than the day he came back, especially His face was pale, and even his lips were pale and chapped.
Wen Zhigu felt so distressed that his eyes were red. He sat on the edge of the bed and helped him sit up. He was angry and distressed at the same time: "Xiao Jian, how could you do this..."
Wen Jian slowly opened her eyelids, half-opened her eyes, glanced at Wen Zhigu in a daze, pursed her thin lips, and said nothing.
Wen Zhigu didn't say anything else at this juncture, and went directly to bring the meal he had made by himself and put it on the bedside table, hoping that Wen Jian could eat more, but Wen Jian didn't. He just shook his head gently, and when he spoke, his voice was hoarse and weak, "Mother... I don't want to eat..."
"How can you not eat? You haven't eaten for two days. Wen Jian, do you want to starve yourself to death?"
Wen Jian was still stubborn as hell, she just gasped and said in a hoarse voice, "Unless... let me see... Qingzhi..."
Wen Zhigu looked at such a stubborn Wen Jian with red eyes, tears suddenly fell down, and he choked up and said: "Why...do you have to use such an extreme method?"
But Wen Jian twitched the corners of her lips, and she still breathed in pain, but she said softly: "Wen Jian is sorry... Mom, if you can't have both, give this life back to your parents, that is... "
Wen Zhigu never expected that Wen Jian would even say such a break. She cried angrily: "Have you learned these things since you were a child? Your parents have raised you so much, and this is how you repay Ours? For you, Wen Jian, your life is just a bargaining chip to threaten your parents? Wen Jian, do you know what you are doing? "
(End of chapter)