Reborn As the Ex-wife of the Paranoid Male Lead

The sky and the earth were a dark and gloomy colour, the wind and rain were howling in the mountains and the forest, and the few people standing on the pathway of the large mausoleum had different thoughts.

As the rain poured down, Ji Yuansheng looked at the thin figure of the young man in front of the tomb, his heart was sore and sour.

Ji Yuansheng approached and lowered the umbrella in front of the young man's body while bending down to pull him, "Don't catch a cold, get up."

The boy in front of him was half a head shorter than him and his body was completely drenched, with rainwater rolling down his thin cheeks along his wet hair. His hand paused in mid-air as Ji Yuansheng pulled out the silk handkerchief from his suit pocket to wipe the rain off Shen Cheng's face, his brow furrowed as he scolded, "Why did you throw your umbrella?”

Next to him, Ji Beichuan was pleased, was his father scolding Shen Cheng? If it were him, he would be apologising in fear now, but Shen Cheng would stay silent, his father would then get annoyed.

However, the scene he had expected did not come, Shen Cheng said, "I won't be sick." When Ji Yuansheng was about to speak, he heard the child in front of him lower his eyes and say indifferently, "I've only been wet for a while, I'm used to it."

The world was quiet. The world was silent as the rain pelted down on the umbrella. Ji Yuan Sheng's grip on the handle tightened, guilt coming in like a tidal wave, almost overwhelming the heart of the man who was nearly forty years old. He felt a little ashamed, especially at his wife's grave, for not taking care of this child and making him suffer so much.

Ji Yuansheng took off his own suit jacket, the wide garment fell on Shen Cheng's shoulders, wrapping the teenager in it. The clothes still had the residual warmth of the human body, as if excluding him from the icy coldness of the storm.

Shen Cheng raised his eyes to look at him in mild surprise. Ji Yuansheng reached out to help him tighten the clothes, his mature and steady voice carrying some tenderness, this man was also not good at expressing himself and would only say stiffly, "No matter how it was before, now that father is here, he will not let you get wet again."

Shen Cheng was silent for a long time and did not move, or rather, this was the first time he did not reject Ji Yuansheng's contact, and stood somewhat obediently in front of the man.

Shen Cheng was strong by nature, and there were rare times when he showed his vulnerability like this, but the more this happened, the more it made the man's heart ache.

The man asked in a low voice: "You need to take a warm bath, the car is outside, why don't you go back with dad?"

Although the storm between heaven and earth is still fierce, but at this moment, the atmosphere here was warm and welcoming.

However, Ji Beichuan pressed his steps forward and came over with a chill as he did so, "Father, are we going back now?" Ji Yuansheng keenly noticed that Shen Cheng's face changed as he came over.

Ji Beichuan took the initiative to come under the umbrella and said, "We're going back together? Speaking of which, I see that sister Li is organising your room, I'll show you around when we get home, but it's raining too much now, the car shouldn't be able to drive back, why don't we go back to the hotel together first?"

Shen Cheng did not agree, and even took two steps back because Ji Beichuan had squeezed under the umbrella, pulling away from them. Ji Beichuan was slightly surprised.

Shen Cheng: "Don't get too close, we don't know each other well."

Such a blunt rejection made Ji Beichuan's face twist. If it weren't for the fact that he could live in this home and not go to that poor family, he really didn't want to put up with it: "Then where are you going if you're not going home with me and my father?"

As the words fell, another voice came from behind him, "Why would you think he has no where, he can come back with us."

Ji Beichuan was surprised: "...... you?"

Jane came over with his umbrella: "What's wrong with me?”

“But Shen Cheng is father's child, how can he not come home with us and join you?" Ji Beichuan turned as if he was asking for Ji Yansheng approval. "That's not right at all, is it?"

Jian Shiwu was straightforward: "That's not your home, it's Shen Cheng's home, and it's not your father, it's Shen Cheng's father."

Ji Beichuan choked up, he subconsciously wanted to refute but couldn't. He looked at Ji Yuansheng angrily to make him say something, but found that Ji Yuansheng didn't refute this point, instead he looked at Shen Cheng thoughtfully. In the previous ten years, he had never seen Ji Yuansheng, who was only busy with his work, so concerned about people and things other than his career.

Jane Shiwu saw half of Shen Cheng's body drenched in the rain outside, let out a deep breath and looked up to Ji Yuansheng and said, "Uncle, you only have one umbrella, you can't give it to two people, if you have to go with three people, two people will get drenched at the same time, I think, you can't assume that just because one person has already gotten wet, he is impervious to the weather."

After saying that, Jane Shiwu moved closer and leaned his own umbrella towards the front, covering the part of Shen Cheng's body that was exposed, the little face full of seriousness: "Uncle you can of course wait for the weather to change, but he can't stand in the rain all the time."

A child's words are always the most heartfelt. Ji Yuansheng is so smart, how could he not know what Jane Shiwu's was metaphorically saying.

"I ......"

Shen Cheng saw that he was holding an umbrella and stood with Ji Beichuan, and didn’t want to talk anymore. He took Jane's umbrella and took a few steps back to distance himself from Ji Yansheng. He whispered, “ "Aunt Zhen has already reserved a hotel last night. We have the room still open, I will go take a bath. Uncle will take Ji Beichuan back, thank you for your umbrella."

Ji Yuansheng still wanted to step forward, but Shen Cheng stopped looking at him.

Zhen Mei Li walked over with her umbrella, she stood beside the children, "Come on, it's raining so hard, let's not chat here, Youting is not a person who likes liveliness. Shen Cheng, will you take Jian Shiwu back first?" Shen Cheng nodded his head.

With an umbrella, Jian Shiwu ran to the tombstone and put the box of pastries on the altar, bowed twice, and then came back. His eyebrows curved at Shen Cheng with a smile: "Let's go. "

After saying that, he turned his head to Ji Yuansheng and said, "Uncle Ji, we will go back first." Ji Yuansheng responded, and when he saw the two children leave, he looked down and said to Ji Beichuan, "You also go back to the hotel and wait."

Although he still wanted to go back with Ji Yuansheng, he had subconsciously learnt to obey orders over the past ten years, so he did not dare to have any opinions and nodded, "Yes." When he left, only Zhen Mei and Ji Yuan Sheng were left here.

“As an outsider, I can't say anything, but for the sake of the child and your father-son relationship, as long as Ji Beichuan is here, Shen Cheng will not open his heart to you."

Ji Yuansheng frowned: "I will give him the best ......"

Zhen Mei Li let out a stifled laugh as she shook her head, "Not all people in this world live for those few taels of copper, if you think Shen Cheng has never enjoyed any blessings since he was a child and you want to impress him with money, you are very wrong."

A child without love is more emotional. This stinky man is so straight, he can’t use his brain.

"If you really still want to make things right with your son, now is the best time to do it." Zhen Mei Li was not helping him, but Shen YouTing's husband: "Don't wait until the child is really disappointed to the core before making amends that won't help, you can undo what you missed, but if the heart turns cold, it can be hard to warm it up again."

Ji Yuansheng's brow wrinkled slightly, finally nodded in a deep voice: "Thank you."

Zhen Mei Mei smiled, and only then did she go to the grave with her husband, who was not far away, to pay his respects.

It was raining heavily, and when Ji Yuansheng reached the door, his bodyguard handed him his mobile phone and said, "The old lady has been calling you."

Ji Yuansheng nodded and picked it up, and just as he picked up, the old lady's grumpy voice came from the other end: "Yuansheng, why didn't we see Beichuan this morning, I heard you went to Fengtai Mountain?"

Ji Yuansheng said, "Yes."

"What did you take him there for?"

"To worship the ancestors for the last time, then remove the name from the genealogy."

In the north is the mausoleum of the Ji family for generations and also a very large stone genealogy, the name of each generation of descendants will be carved on it from birth, in the south is buried Shen Youting alone.

When she was alive Shen Youting was criticized a lot because of her origins, after marrying into the Ji family, she was such a proud person, she let it slip long ago that she would not enter the ancestral grave of the Ji family after her death.

The old lady was shocked: "What! You really want to send Beichuan back to that poor family with those lunatics? You've never raised this child, it's been me, the old woman, who has been taking care of the child for the past ten years, son!"

Ji Yuansheng listened to the angry roar and sighed softly. He saw through Ji Beichuan's despicable acting and, it was not that he did not have feelings for this child, if he could get along well with Shen Cheng it was not impossible to accommodate.

But the old lady's excessive indulgence made the child lawless. Perhaps Jane Shiwu was right, he had no way to protect the two children, just like the past ten years or so, Ji Beichuan had no worries about food and clothing, but Shen Cheng had to live on the streets.

When the old lady saw that he didn't say anything, she became furious: "Did you hear that, I didn't agree when you married Shen Youting, more than ten years ago, you messed with me for this woman, and now you're disobeying me for this woman's son?"

Ji Yuansheng held the phone and turned to look at the mausoleum behind him, the picture of his wife on the tall tombstone came into view, there slept his beloved wife, he failed to protect her years ago, but after all these years, he could not fail to protect their son.

His black pupils were a resolute: "You can live without me as your son, but I cannot lose my son."

The old lady choked: "...... you, what did you say?" The phone was hung up. ......

The rain and wind on the mountain didn't stop falling all day. The only entertainment facility in the hotel was an old black and white TV in the room, because the signal was not good due to the rain, you needed to keep shaking the antenna to get it, and then because of the thunder, the TV could not be watched.

So Jian Shiwu started to write homework, he had a day to finish all the homework in all subjects, and with Shen Cheng, everything was twice as easy.

But Jane felt that Shen Cheng was not happy today. Although from the beginning Shen Cheng never talked about it, but Jane Shiwu could still feel it, in fact, he is still very concerned about it, it’s bit good to keep some things too much in the heart.

Jane Shiwu asked, "Class representative, are you unhappy?"

Shen Cheng put down his pen: "No."

"Don't you fool me, I know everything." The chubby boy hugged the test paper: "But don't worry, Uncle Ji is a very responsible man, I can see that he cares about you, and even if it doesn't work out, my mother said, she is your godmother, if the Ji family bullies you afterwards, we will all help you!"

Shen Cheng's eyes moved slightly.

Jian Shiwu quickly explained: “The first time I met Lui Heng, I knew that his stepmother often bullied him secretly behind his dad’s back, my mother was fierce, she brought him to live with us, she also called and recorded the woman, and she was directly fixed into submission, I was the dog's head strategist the whole incident, later the monkey called me Brother Shi! "

As he spoke, the white face was vivid and also colorful, having a full blown smile: "The road sees injustice and roars, hoeing the strong to help the weak."

He thought Shen Cheng would be pleased, but the teenager's face slowly turned cold.

Shen Cheng's voice was faint: "So it's anyone?"

Jian Shiwu froze. He didn't understand what that meant, was Shen Cheng angry, was he indeed not in the same situation as Lui Heng, or did he think he was simplifying his situation? But he didn't mean that, he just wanted to express that he was simply helping.

Outside Zhen Meilie shouted, "Have you finished your homework yet? You can watch TV downstairs."

Jian changed the subject: "Mum's shouting, why don't we go downstairs and watch TV?"

Shen Cheng turned his face away, "You go by yourself."

The young man's obvious attitude of rejection gave Jane Shiwu some sobriety. Perhaps this period of time let him forget that Shen Cheng hated him.

Thinking about his life, he has indeed been carried away. , In this life, you shouldn't have any unreasonable thoughts about the male protagonist. What you should do as a small cannon fodder is the correct way to survive ah!

Jane Shiwu stood up: "Well then, I'll go down first, if you want to play also downstairs oh."

Shen Cheng did not look at him again.

Jian Shiwu turned around and closed the door, leaving a silence in the room, because his departure seemed to take away the last liveliness and temperature in the room.

The teenager sitting at the table listened to the footsteps leaving outside the door, and the hand on the side curled to the point of blue veins appearing.

Hoe the strong to help the weak?

Was that all the sympathy he had?

But had he ever told Jane that he didn't need such affection? It was like treating a stray cat or dog that might look a little cute on the side of the road, no matter which one he encountered, Jane Shiwu would probably stop to treat him with warmth and care, because contrary to his dark and cruel self, that person had a clean and gentle heart under his big-hearted exterior. It wasn't Jane Shiwu's fault, Shen Cheng knew that the selfish and ugly person was himself.

He shouldn't have been angry with him.

He was such a temperamental person, and his temper was so strange that it made him sad again.

In the past, he wouldn't have got angry. It had nothing to do with Jian Shiwu's liking him and no matter what Jian Shiwu did, it would not disturb his emotions, but now it is different. The violent emotions were rising in his heart, and he is faintly aware of it. After all, it is different for him compared to Jian Shiwu.

Downstairs

It was still raining, but inside the small hotel it was unexpectedly quiet. The owner's wife and Zhen Mei were chatting about their family life, they were preparing to make dumplings and roll out noodles, and Jian Shiwu was also learning in style.

The owner's wife said, "Little friend, what are you doing rolling noodles?"

Jane said, "I want to make a bowl of noodles."

The lady pointed to the cupboard next to him, "There is a bag of hanging noodles there."

"I'll try rolling it myself." Jian Shiwu was still very serious: "My mother makes all her noodles like this."

Next to her, Zhen Mei was about to say that only on his birthday every year would she roll out longevity noodles for him, but as the words came to her lips she instantly understood what was going on and gave the Little boy a meaningful glance.

Her mouth curled up into a smile and said to the owner's wife, "Children love to play, so let him be." The boss lady pursed her lips and smiled: "Little kids trying hard!"

Jane Shiwu was still struggling hard. In fact, he didn't want to bother with Shen Cheng, he hated him so much, he wasn't going to bend over backwards to make him longevity noodles to eat!

But when he went downstairs, he heard Zhen Meili mention that Ji Beichuan had never had a birthday before.

Jane Shiwu then thought, the anniversary of his mother's death, no one wanted to celebrate his birthday, ah, and what about Shen Cheng. He had never had a birthday in the past ten years or so, more so he was living with such a person like Gao Can.



He thought back to that day at the hotel, that time they had the chef cook a bowl of noodles for Shen Cheng, Shen Cheng was happy, if it wasn't for Gao Chan coming over and messing things up, Shen Cheng would have had longevity noodles.



Later when the waiter came over to clean up the mess, he’d just come back from seeing off his classmates and he saw the sullen and despondent look in Shen Cheng's eyes when the noodles were taken away. He didn't want to admit that he was actually a bit sad!



The first thing he needs to do now is finish this task. It is only by hand that the noodles are made, if Shen Cheng does not eat he will eat himself, anyway, the loss is his, hum!



......



At the end of the day, there were finally finished. Noodles could be seen being rolled out. When the noodles were ready to be cooked in a pot, a man came in the kitchen door.



Ji Beichuan came over to look for food and saw him: "You're rolling noodles?" Jane raised his chubby face proudly and before he could show off, Ji Beichuan shouted, "It's so ugly."



"......"



Jane Shiwu disliked him, "It's none of your business, it's not for you to eat!"



Ji Beichuan grunted, "I don't care."



First he put the cleaned vegetables on the board and prepare them for cutting. He has never been good with a knife, and when he peels the cucumber, he can cut a big piece off in one go, making a puddle.



Ji Beichuan laughed at him, "You're so stupid."



Jian Shiwu glared at him angrily, and just as he was about to scold him, Ji Beichuan came over and grabbed the knife, and chopped the cucumber fluently in a few strokes.



...... hated to admit it, but he did peel it well.



Strange, how could this spoiled brat peel things so well?



Jian skimmed his lips, "Just average!”



After grabbing the cucumber, he started to wash the other small greens, and even smashed an egg. Ji Beichuan stood by and didn't speak during the whole process.

Jian Shiwu turned on the gas stove and looked at him curiously: "You have to go to the big kitchen in front of you to find something to eat. The lady boss is also in front. What are you doing here? There are only noodles that you think are ugly, and there are dumplings in the big kitchen."

Ji Beichuan seemed to be on tenterhooks, and retorted in a hurry: "I'm not standing here, I just want to see how ugly the noodles you cook are?"

"..."

Annoying

Maybe Ji Beichuan also felt ashamed to just stand here. After a while, he turned around and left.

Jian Shiwu glanced sideways while boiling water. The young master's back was a little lonely. In fact, he found that since he saw the noodles, Ji Beichuan's eyes trailed over them a number of times. He is 14 years old this year, and in the next two years, no matter how arrogant he is, he will be just a little kid who just graduated from primary school, and some thoughts can't be hidden on his face.

The noodles were put in the pot, and they were steaming hot, and the aroma was slowly boiled.

After it was completely boiled, a bowl of noodles with a very poor appearance was cooked. He filled a bowl and brought it out from the house.

Ji Beichuan was sitting at a table not far away. There was also a plate of dumplings in front of him, but he didn't eat much.

Seeing that Jian Shiwu came out, he pouted and said nothing.

Jian Shiwu passed by him, annoyed: "I made too much, and there is still more in the pot."

Ji Beichuan was taken aback.

He looked at Jian Shiwu. For the first time, the arrogant and domineering young master did not confront him again.

His hands curled up, his lips pursed and he said stiffly, "Thank you."

Jian shiwu ignored him and went upstairs. It was still raining outside. He returned to the room with a bowl in his hand, and found that Shen Cheng was washing in the bathroom, so he put the noodles on the table and put away all the books.

After cleaning everything up, he reached out and tried to put away his exercise book, but unexpectedly found that several questions in the exercise book had been revised.

In the mathematics textbook, there were several units that should be previewed, and the weak points he did not understand during the day were marked with Shen Cheng's handwriting in many places.

Although his face is fierce, Shen Cheng is still kind in his absence. Helping him preview and answer questions



The bathroom door opened.



The young man who had brushed his teeth and washed himself came out to a room filled with the aroma of noodles. Jiang Shiwu was standing under the warm yellow light looking over.

Shen Cheng thought that Jian Shiwu was angry when he left. He even thought the boy would go to another room tonight and never come back, no matter what, he was prepared to accept it.

But what he didn't expect was that after having tasted his moody emotions, Jian Shiwu did not reject him, fear him, or stay away from him.

Shen Cheng walked over slowly, and finally stopped at the table, and saw the bowl of noodles with poor appearance, having vegetables and everything, and a fried egg floating on it.

Jian Shiwu smiled and said: "The noodles are not that good, are you willing to make do with these?"

Shen Cheng looked at his red hands. The originally white and soft hands were red due to labor. At first glance, it showed they were rolling noodles by hand. The crooked noodles were unevenly distributed, obviously not the work of adults. He opened his mouth and said in a low and hoarse voice: "Did you make these?"

Jian Shiwu scratched his head, and said naively, "Ah,maybe."

"Oh right." He took out the things he was hiding out of his pocket and showed it to Shen Cheng, with a look of anticipation on his chubby face: "Look! Surprise, surprise!"