Chapter 213 Chapter 208 Filial Piety
Thinking about the past when he was a useless body, frozen stiff, standing in this four-person hospital room. His biological father Xu Ziqiang lifted his head and saw his biological son, while his son looked back at him with a frozen, hard face.
The physical reunion of father and son must bring him great surprise, so much so that his heart might leap into his throat, rolling and crawling, never to return.
Thinking about this, Ji Ma couldn’t help but laugh and even stood up to walk around.
“Ziqi, why do you always laugh out of nowhere?” Xu Ziqiang looked at Ji Ma: “Do you have ADHD?”
“Nothing.”
Ji Ma kept moving; it was her habit not to sit or stand still like a fool in one place. Perhaps it was related to her past when she sat foolishly, taking secret jabs.
But her biological father Xu Ziqiang didn’t think much of it. He was ill and saw his son moving around, so he scolded her:
“What are you walking back and forth for? Sit down properly.”
Ji Ma frowned. No one had ever cared about such trivial matters before, saying, “What business is it of yours?”
“If you keep moving around like this, others will think something’s wrong with your head.”
“If they think that, so be it.”
“You!” Xu Ziqiang sighed deeply, sad, “Ziqi, I understand you’ve grown up, but your dad has no ability…”
Ji Ma rolled her eyes.
“…Are you happy when I die?”
Then when are you going to die—No, no, I have to redeem Wan Ziqi’s failed life now, heal the soul wounds, and smile… smile.
Ji Ma forced a smile and said, “How could that be? Father, I hope you live well.”
Xu Ziqiang sighed again and closed his eyes.
Half an hour passed.
A nurse came and helped Ji Ma move Xu Ziqiang onto a wheeled hospital bed, pushing him out together.
Ji Ma also asked the lead surgeon, “Is my father likely to survive?”
Although magical power is precious, she was not stingy in using her magic to simulate Janna’s “healing” ability or to concoct a “witch potion” to extend Xu Ziqiang’s life.
The lead surgeon shook his head and said, “Don’t worry, are you the patient’s?”
“Son, biological.”
Two hours later, Xu Ziqiang lay on the hospital bed, unconscious, like a corpse.
Tubes were inserted below, connected to a urine bag filled with discolored urine.
The urine bag was full; she frowned, pinching the tube with a clip, pulling out the bag to replace it for Xu Ziqiang.
The urine was only a thin layer of plastic away from her slender fingers.
Clearly, this task could be done by hiring someone, but she had to do it herself.
That evening, after feeding her biological father Xu Ziqiang meat porridge.
Ji Ma went to the online restroom to vent her emotions, lying on the bamboo bed in the hospital corridor.
The bed was not suitable for her, too short; she had to curl up, and the corners were too long, often bumping into the headboard.
There were others in the corridor, many accompanying family members talking.
Ji Ma now missed her own bed more than ever. She wished to use magic to create a fake self to “suffer” in her stead. But magic was precious, and as she needed to heal the soul wounds, she naturally had to do it herself.
Ji Ma caressed her soft and full chest, praying, “Soul wounds, may you heal quickly.”
Thinking this, Ji Ma closed her eyes.
One week.
One week later, her biological father Xu Ziqiang was discharged from the hospital.
Ji Ma breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a sense of lightness as if she had finished serving a sentence.
Although a few days after the surgery became increasingly easier, taking care of someone always left Ji Ma feeling uneasy and unhappy.
But soon, that light feeling vanished without a trace.
Because her soul wounds remained just as they were, unchanged like the sun rising in the east every day.
Her magical power had diminished a bit; there was only 32% left.
Investing a whole 1% of magical power without any returns was one thing, but having to personally serve was just—ah, it was something that could have been solved by charming someone over.
Ji Ma angrily stretched out her fingers towards the glass door of the freezer, scratching at it with her nails. Below the glass door, the frozen Wan Ziqi stared blankly at her.
“What exactly do I have to do!!” Ji Ma shouted, “Even walking a little, smiling, or staying in a five-star hotel, he has to reprimand me! Even that idiot George wouldn’t treat me like this!
“Doing all this, how is it not enough? I’ve practically become a slave; how is filial piety so hard?”
Her voice echoed in the room.
She stopped, straightened her pointed ears, as if hearing some sound.
“What did you say? Speak louder.” Ji Ma pressed her pointed ears against the cold glass door, her black hair spilling over the glass.
“What? Heartfelt sincerity moves the heart?” Ji Ma threw a punch at Wan Ziqi’s frozen face, cracks spreading on the glass door of the freezer centered around her fist.
“What did you say?” Ji Ma straightforwardly pulled open the glass door, lowering her head to look at Wan Ziqi, coldly saying, “Louder, worthless person from a past life.”
The frozen Wan Ziqi’s lips moved as if trying to speak:
“Listen, my dad has always been insecure. When I was three, he divorced my mom, and after the divorce, I was given to my mom, who took me and changed my surname to hers.
“My dad was from the countryside and graduated from a vocational school back then. He is the eldest son of the family, and I was the first college student in the Xu family. He felt insecure when he heard I changed my name.
“Because he was a public servant, he could only have one child, and I’ve always been his only son.”
“Oh, so that’s how it is.” Ji Ma touched her chin, “I thought he said he was useless every day to mock me; it turns out half of it was true.”
“Be nicer to my dad.” Wan Ziqi said, “He has always been a very traditional man; after work, he would contract land to grow fruit trees, selling the fruit. He used to do quite well; my mom often told me that my dad was making a fortune and that I should ask him for more money. Do you remember?”
Memories from the past surfaced in her mind.
Ji Ma vaguely remembered her mother telling her when she was a child:
“Aqi, your dad is making a lot of money now. You should ask him for some living expenses, understand? I heard from others that your dad makes at least over a hundred thousand from selling fruit; they even bought a house in Longcheng.
“Right now, I don’t have much money; your dad is really wealthy.”
Many related fragments of memory surfaced.
“Did you ask your dad for tuition this time? What did he say? Did he only give half?”
“Did you mention that your mom doesn’t have money and asked your dad for money? He really has a lot of money; he also contracted thirty acres of fruit land in Longbao, and he has already renovated the house in Longcheng.”
“Did you go ask your dad for money?”
“Are you afraid of your dad? You aren’t afraid of me?”
“Tell him that if he gives money, you’ll change your surname back.”
Ji Ma shook her head and asked, “And then?”
“In the end, Huanghua disease spread; all his fruit trees got infected and gone bad. Because he still had a mortgage on the land, he ended up losing money.”
“Did he ever buy a house in Longcheng?”
“Never, it was just a rumor.”
“Oh, I see.” Ji Ma propped her chin up, having an idea: “Well, this makes it easy; isn’t it just a money issue?”
In the distance, Lin Feng suddenly shuddered, and after the shiver receded, his body felt inexplicably excited?
