Hiding her pregnant belly! The wicked ex-wife of the true young master has awakened.

Is that even human language they're speaking?

Jinzhi felt like she was about to have a heart attack. She held her head and swayed her body, her face full of disbelief.

"Are you even human? You pervert! With a father like you, I should jump off a building and start over!"

Aze was sweating profusely, fearing that the master would throw the young lady out.

I was about to say a few words of advice, but to my surprise, the gentleman not only wasn't angry, but also called the servants over.

"Help her to bed."

Aze was stunned. If the young master dared to speak to the master like that, he would have been beaten so badly he couldn't get out of bed long ago.

However, the next second, the young lady darted in front of the gentleman like a monkey, snatched the urn into her hand, and stared at him with her beautiful eyes that resembled the wife's.

"You perverted old man, let me tell you, my own mother never wants to see you again. Stay away from her, don't disgust her in front of her. This is illegal kidnapping! Send us both back to Yuncheng! Otherwise, you'll be in big trouble!"

Ji Jinliang's expression finally changed, as if he had thought of something, and a hint of gloom appeared on his face.

His tone remained calm.

"Don't even think about it. Give me your mother, and I won't hold it against you. Otherwise, you'll have to bear the consequences."

How could Jinzhi possibly give it to him? She ran out the door without even putting on her shoes, slamming the door shut behind her.

Two minutes later.

Two strong maids carried her back.

Ji Jinliang leaned forward, reached out to her, and said gently, "Chengyue, you've met your mother now. Give her to me."

Jinzhi, having gone this far, sat down on the carpet and clutched the urn containing the ashes tightly to her chest.

"Impossible! My own mother isn't an object; you can't just give her away like that! Also, my name isn't Ji Chengyue; it's Jinzhi!"

"I will never change my name or surname; my name will always be Jinzhi!"

Ji Jinliang sat up straight, reverting to his aloof and arrogant demeanor, and slightly raised his hand.

The two maids then took the urn from Jinzhi's arms and respectfully handed it to him.

Jinzhi watched helplessly as her mother returned to the old pervert's hands, who then gently wiped the urn with a handkerchief. She felt a surge of anger welling up inside her, with nowhere to vent it.

He roared, "Ji Jinliang, what are you pretending for? Didn't you abandon my mother back then? Now you're putting on this sickly, sentimental act for whom? Men's pretense knows no age, only degree of perversion!"

"Let me make this clear: even if you bring me here, I won't acknowledge you. Release me, and we'll leave each other alone. Otherwise, I'll make sure you never have a moment's peace!"

Ji Jinliang paused in his wiping of the urn, then looked up at her. "Who told you I abandoned her?"

He seemed to have run out of patience. "Ji Chengyue, don't think you can do whatever you want just because I feel guilty towards you. My patience has its limits. Don't let me hear those filthy words from your mouth again, or you'll face the family rules."

"I won't care which man's child you're carrying. If you behave and stay, you and he will both be legitimate members of the Ji family. If you don't, don't blame me for using drastic measures..."

With a "smack," Jinzhi grabbed the only slipper beside her and threw it at him, angrily shouting, "You're the one who's a 'wild man'! Your whole family are 'wild men'! My husband and I are legally married, who gave you the right to insult him?"

"A scumbag like you who regrets things afterward is a real scoundrel. Let me tell you, my mother died a long time ago. It's useless for you to spend your whole life guarding her ashes. What a fake display of affection!"

The slipper hit the man, and Aze was terrified. Cold sweat broke out on his back and forehead. He quickly took the pink slipper away and said calmly, "Sir, it's time for your medicine."

Ji Jinliang's patience had completely run out, and he said in a flat voice, "She is not allowed to leave her room, and she shall be provided with three meals a day on time."

"Think carefully before you come out, when you're going to change your habit of swearing."

Aze pushed him away.

No matter how much Jinzhi scolded him, he remained unmoved.

The bedroom door closed, and Jinzhi slumped dejectedly onto the floor covered with a pure handmade cashmere carpet, staring at the ceiling.

What kind of nonsense is this?

I had finally finished my thesis defense and was planning to relax at home, but that pervert dragged me here.

The Jin family and Yang's mother must be extremely worried.

She looked around.

The bedroom appears to be several hundred square meters in size, decorated in a Chinese style, with screens, vases, calligraphy and paintings, a sandalwood incense burner, a solid wood dressing table... all of which look quite expensive.

As Yang Jiamei said, her biological father is indeed powerful.

However, she won't admit it.

Jinzhi was listless for a while, then got up and explored her surroundings, looking for anything useful and communication tools. At the very least, she needed to contact the Jin family and let them know that she was safe.

study.

Ji Jinliang carefully placed the urn on the desk, wiped it again with a damp cloth, and gently stroked the photo on it.

A graceful and beautiful woman sat on a swing, a cherry-pink begonia flower tucked behind her ear, smiling happily.

He whispered, "She really looks like Ah Ling, especially her eyebrows and eyes. We don't even need a test to know she's our daughter."

"But she's completely different from Ah Ling; she seems very difficult to raise."

Aze said calmly, "Young Master resembles you, and Miss resembles Madam. Fortunately, Miss has been doing well these past few years."

A flicker of pain crossed the man's eyes. "What use am I? I'll never see her again in this life. Why didn't she tell me when she died?"

Aze paused for a moment. Over the years, the man had always believed that his wife was still alive and had never given up searching. After searching for decades, the first thing he found was his wife's grave.

Upon hearing the news, the man fainted on the spot and it took a long time to revive him.

The first thing he did upon waking up was to dig up his wife's grave, even though he had advised his husband that it was immoral.

The husband still personally exhumed his wife's remains and took them to an identification agency to participate in the autopsy.

It was only after discovering that the wife had died in childbirth that they found out they had a child together.

The man locked himself in his room for three whole days, and the first thing he did when he came out was to look for his child.

"Sir, Miss is back now. She looks so much like Madam and she's pregnant. You should take care of yourself and look after her and the young master."

Ji Jinliang stared at the photo in front of him without saying a word.

Aze sighed softly and said something else, "The young master contacted me earlier, and I said he could come back."

"Useless thing."

"When he comes back, tell him to keep an eye on his sister and not to say anything he shouldn't."

"Yes."

Jinzhi spent the whole morning searching the room but couldn't find anything useful. There were no sharp objects, and even the corners of the table were covered up.

Not to mention the windows, which were old-fashioned begonia-patterned window frames; even if you opened them, no one could get out.

This room is on the third floor.

She never considered risking her life; it wasn't worth it.

"Knock knock"

There was a knock on the door.

"Enter."

A servant carrying a tray came in to deliver lunch.

It's as substantial as breakfast.

Chicken broth with bamboo shoots, four-happiness meatballs, squirrel-shaped mandarin fish, oyster sauce lettuce, and bird's nest and lotus seed soup.

They are all small, exquisite dishes.

The servants placed the dishes on the round table next to the screen.

"Miss, the doctor will come to give you a physical examination this afternoon."

Jinzhi wouldn't use a hunger strike as a threat, as that would be harmful to both herself and others. She sat down at the table and started eating, calling the servants to stop.

"I have a question for you."

The maid hurried toward the door. "Miss, I don't know."

"Why are you panicking? It's not about leaving. Who was that man who pushed Ji Jinliang's wheelchair this morning? What did he do?"

The maid, who worked in the kitchen, was astonished that Miss was addressing the gentleman by his full name. She hesitated and said, "He is Mr. Ze, the gentleman's personal assistant, who has been with him for many years."

"Call him over, I have something to say to him."

After dinner, Aze knocked on Jinzhi's door.

Jinzhi opened the door, and the two sat in the small living room.

Have you met my mother?

Aze pushed up his glasses. "I've met her. Your wife is a very nice person, and she looks a lot like you."

Jinzhi lowered her head, looking dejected.

"Uncle, I hate Ji Jinliang, but my mother is still my mother. Is her old room still there? I want to see the place where she used to live. I won't make a scene and leave for now."

"real?"

"Yes, I don't want to be here alone. I'm a little scared. I want to see the place where my mother lived."

Aze reported to Ji Jinliang and, after receiving his consent, personally led her to the back garden on the first floor.

This house... no, it should be called an estate.

Although it is a manor, it only has the characteristics of a manor. The overall style is Chinese, with small bridges, flowing water, artificial hills and bamboo groves, creating a peaceful and tranquil atmosphere.

As Jinzhi walked, she observed her surroundings, noting down a small path to the north leading to a garden filled with crabapple trees. There was a vine swing, a stone table, and stone chairs nearby.

"When my wife was pregnant with our son, she often stayed in the garden to enjoy the scenery and prune the flowers. These are all crabapple trees that my wife cultivated herself. They haven't bloomed yet this season, but they will be very beautiful when they do."

I looked around at Jinzhi. Although she wasn't in bloom, the scenery was still beautiful and the air was fresh, making it a perfect place to daydream and relax.

She sat on the swing.

"I need to get some fresh air. Uncle, could you please get me some tea? I had a strong-flavored lunch and I'm a little thirsty."

Aze went.

As soon as the person left, Jinzhi, relying on her memory, walked north, following the pebbly path until she saw the wall in the distance, and was overjoyed.

However, as she approached, her joy vanished.

Two uniformed men, tall and imposing, exuding righteousness, stood beside the round door, each holding a gun.

The man on the left saluted her, his manner polite yet authoritative: "Miss, is there anything I can help you with?"

Jinzhi, unwilling to give up, walked closer and pointed to the things they were holding. "Brothers, are these real? They're not toys, are they?"

Before I could answer, a voice came from behind me.

"Miss, they are retired armed forces personnel who are specifically responsible for the safety of the Ji family. If you are interested in shooting, you can go to a specialized shooting range in the future."