jdhmnovel Chapter 141 The Painful 18th Year
Chapter 141 The Painful 18th Year
During the lunch break, Ji Xingyi sat in Jiang Lin's seat.
The handsome young man leaned his entire upper body on Jiang Lin's table, feeling Jiang Lin's lingering presence and breathing lightly.
He misses Jiang Lin so much...
Suddenly something fell from the drawer onto the boy's lap.
Ji Xing looked down and saw a pink envelope.
Is this... a love letter?
Ji Xingyi seemed to sense something and turned his gaze to the drawer.
Jiang Lin didn't have much stuff; her drawer contained only a few textbooks and a school uniform jacket. When Ji Xing took out Jiang Lin's jacket, love letters rained down like a fountain.
The girls' thoughts were easy to guess. While Jiang Lin was away, they hid love letters in his drawer, but the more they stuffed in, the more they couldn't even hide them in his clothes.
Ji Xingyi had received love letters before, but he always threw them away as trash. He knew Jiang Lin was popular, but this was the first time he had ever seen so many love letters that they filled an entire drawer.
"Hey, isn't that the school beauty's name?" Zhao Cheng, who was passing by, glanced at it curiously.
On the cover of one love letter, the sender's name was written very boldly—Yun Lu.
"No wonder he's Jiang Lin!" Zhao Cheng said with envy, "Even the school beauty sent him love letters!"
Ji Xingyi picked up the love letter from Yun Lu, his fingertips turning white from gripping the paper so tightly.
Jiang Lin is such a gentle person, he's different from her. Will Jiang Lin accept Yun Lu?
The boy felt as if his heart was being pricked by needles, a dense, persistent pain.
Zhao Cheng picked up the love letter that had fallen on the ground and prepared to put it back in Jiang Lin's drawer.
The boy's long-suppressed emotions exploded instantly. He shoved the person away and shouted angrily, "Throw them all away!"
"Huh? Isn't that a bad idea?" Zhao Cheng hesitated, puzzled. "These are all for Jiang Lin."
Ji Xingyi flipped the table over, spilling all the love letters out, her voice trembling slightly: "Throw them all away!"
As long as it's thrown away, Jiang Lin won't know.
He wouldn't agree to Yun Lu's request unless Jiang Lin knew.
As long as Jiang Lin doesn't agree to Yun Lu's request, he will...
Ji Xingyi's body suddenly froze, as if she had been frozen in time.
What happened to him?
The boy suddenly realized that he still couldn't do anything.
He doesn't even deserve to write love letters...
How can she be compared to Yunlu?
How can I compare to the girls behind these love letters?
How can a man compare to a woman?
What right does a mentally unstable person have to compare?
As students returned from the cafeteria, some noticed the pile of love letters in Zhao Cheng's hand and asked curiously, "What are you doing?"
Zhao Cheng quickly pulled the boy away: "Don't even mention it, Young Master Ji threw another tantrum and made me throw away all the love letters I wrote to Jiang Lin!"
"why?"
"I dare not ask, who would dare to offend Young Master Ji!"
After school, Ji Xingyi got into the car in a daze. Seeing that the scenery outside the window was different from usual, she asked the driver.
"Young Master, have you forgotten? Today is the Second Young Master's birthday."
So this is the road leading to the Lin family's house.
Lin Rui'an's birthday? The boy lowered his head, his mood becoming even more dejected.
His mother never celebrated his birthday, but thankfully Jiang Lin was there to celebrate with him every year.
But will Jiang Lin be able to be with him every year on his birthday?
When Jiang Lin has a girlfriend, when Jiang Lin has a wife, when Jiang Lin has his own child.
Will he still celebrate my birthday with me?
The boy lowered his head further and further until it was buried in his knees.
Why do I feel so bad?
Why is life so painful?
Lin Rui'an's formal birthday party is scheduled for the weekend, and classmates will be invited then. So today's birthday celebration is just a family dinner, with only the four of them.
The dishes were still exquisite, but Ji Xingyi had no appetite. After a few bites, she felt nauseous and put down her chopsticks.
"Xingyi, have you lost weight again recently? Boys should eat more." Lin's father specially picked up a piece of glossy braised pork for the boy.
"Thank you, Dad." The boy felt a warmth in his heart, but after taking a bite, he couldn't help but spit it out.
The Lin family's dishes were all carefully prepared by their private chefs. It wasn't that they weren't delicious; it was just that Jiang Lin wasn't there. 18-year-old Ji Xingyi couldn't control her negative emotions, and her depression became so severe that it caused related physiological reactions, including a loss of appetite.
"Ji Xingyi! What are you doing!" Ji Wanzhi stood up, threw down her chopsticks, slammed her hand on the table, and cursed.
"Is Xingyi sick?" Lin's father immediately tried to smooth things over.
"Look at the state he's in!" Ji Wanzhi smashed her wine glass on the ground in anger. "His own brother's birthday is here, and he comes in looking like he's about to die! Who does he think he's putting on a show for!"
Lin Rui'an, only 14 years old, was startled and didn't understand why they suddenly started arguing. He quickly comforted her, "Mom, brother must be sick. Don't be angry!"
Ji Wanzhi rolled her eyes: "What illness could he possibly have? He just has a problem with his brain! He's a lunatic!"
Lin's father immediately pulled Ji Wanzhi up.
Ji Xingyi's pupils widened, and she opened her mouth, her painful emotions constantly squeezing out her tear ducts.
Every word spoken by his biological mother made the boy feel suffocated.
Ji Wanzhi realized she had misspoke, but refused to admit it, continuing to ramble on: "Old Lin, Rui'an's birthday is supposed to be a good one, but he ruins it! I told you long ago not to invite him! You two insisted on inviting him! Look at what happened, a perfectly good meal has been ruined because of him!"
Because of me? The boy lowered his head. It's all because of me?
But he didn't do anything.
Tears fell on the white floor tiles when no one was watching.
"Mom, stop talking!" Lin Rui'an comforted Ji Xingyi sensibly, "Brother, let's cut the cake together, okay?"
The maid, noticing a signal from Mr. Lin, immediately brought the cake up.
Lin Rui'an was in junior high school at this time, and he was not short anymore. He grabbed Ji Xingyi's hand and put it on the knife to prepare to cut the cake together.
Lin Rui'an smiled brightly: "Brother, this was made by Mom herself, it's so delicious!"
"Made by hand?" The boy's lifeless eyes suddenly shifted, landing on Lin Rui'an's radiant smile.
Ji Wanzhi never made a cake for Ji Xingyi. Apart from cakes, he never made anything by hand.
Lin Rui'an received absolutely no maternal love.
"Brother?" Lin Rui'an called out in confusion, unable to press Ji Xingyi's hand down.
"Are you showing off to me?" The boy's eyes grew increasingly red.
Anger, jealousy, resentment, and pain—all negative emotions poured out with a choked sob.
"What makes you think you can show off to me!"
The boy shoved Lin Rui'an hard. Lin Rui'an tried to grab the table but accidentally grabbed the tablecloth, falling to the ground and overturning all the dishes on the table.
With a crash, the glass bowls and plates shattered all over the floor.
"Ji Xingyi! How dare you hit your brother!" Ji Wanzhi screamed and rushed in front of the boy, slapping her eldest son across the face.
An adult's strength is far beyond that of a frail boy. Ji Xing crashed into the liquor cabinet behind him, clutching his forehead in pain.
Fresh blood kept flowing from between his fingers.
"Brother!" Lin Rui'an anxiously scrambled to his feet. "Mom! Brother didn't hit me!"
The boy was so thin that even if he pushed hard, it was just a slight shove. Lin Rui'an would only have a little soreness in his buttocks, nothing serious.
Ji Xingyi shook off Lin Rui'an, who came forward to show concern for him, and angrily grabbed the wine bottle beside him, but in the end, he turned it around and threw it next to Ji Wanzhi.
Amid Ji Wanzhi's screams, Ji Xingyi, clutching his still-bleeding forehead, staggered out of the restaurant.
As he passed the living room, he saw a family photo of the three of them hanging in the entryway. The boy trembled slightly and quickened his pace as he walked out of the Lin family's door.
At this moment, he missed Jiang Lin so much...
I miss Linlin so much...