CHAPTER 683: CHAPTER 676: A JI’S MELODRAMATIC STORY

After floating on the sea for four days, Sisi and the others finally set foot on land. Although the cargo ship was quite large and it didn’t seem much different from land while on it, Sisi still happily bounced a few times when her feet touched the ground. It felt much more comfortable.

No wonder they say it’s important to have your feet on the ground and be in touch with the earth—it couldn’t be more accurate. The feeling of having your feet off the ground really does feel empty!

After bidding farewell to the captain, their group of six split into two. Shangguan, Yang Shu, and Sisi headed back to the Capital City, while Tian Xinhua, Qiao Xingbang, and Mo Liu planned to return to City G, as Tian Xinhua needed to get back to work!

Mo Liu looked at Sisi one last time with a mournful gaze and reluctantly followed Tian Xinhua onto the plane, determined to seclude himself at home for a month without even seeing his parents!

When Sisi returned to Yun Mansion, Dudu and Huahua’s injuries had healed, and their skin had returned to its soft and fair appearance.

Ya Ya and En’en were especially delighted to see their mother. They rushed into Sisi’s arms and clung to her like chewing gum, melting Sisi’s heart, making her forget all their previous mischief.

After resting at Yun Mansion for a few days and visiting Green Home, Sisi found that the issues in Guiyu Town remained unchanged, except for the happy news that the garbage transported to Z Country was gradually decreasing. Sisi understood it was the result of Professor Dalan’s international advocacy.

Professor Dalan was not a small fry like her. He was a big shot who had won the RBE Prize and had countless followers worldwide. His words carried significant weight.

Seems like saving him wasn’t in vain at all!

After staying in the Capital City for less than a week, Sisi took the three little ones to City G again, not bringing the Mao Dou brothers this time to avoid any further accidents, especially since that fellow Miyazaki Shin was still around!

Sisi first went to A Ji’s place and specially brought him two jars of Qiong Wine, grateful for his help last time in finding Dudu quickly, or else the consequences would have been unimaginable.

A Ji was very happy to see the three little kids, especially the adorable twin dragons Ya Ya and En’en. He held one in each arm, just like when Sisi was little, and magically produced two thick golden chains from somewhere, putting them around the little ones’ necks.

Dudu couldn’t help but shrink his neck. Grandpa Ji’s taste was certainly unique; why did he always like giving such thick chains? They felt so heavy around the neck!

Sisi’s mouth twitched; Uncle Ji’s good habit really remained unchanged!

Her gold chain was still lying in Space!

Ya Ya and En’en, however, liked the gold chains very much. They thanked A Ji with bright smiles, delightfully playing with the chains.

A Ji suddenly sighed and said to Ah Xi, who was sitting next to him, "Xi, Ah Nan is only four years older than you, and she already has three children. When will you find a wife and give me a grandson?"

Ah Xi, who had been sitting seriously, was caught off guard by A Ji’s sudden question. It took him a long time to respond, and after a while, he finally said, "I just haven’t met the right one yet."

"Nonsense, weren’t the last few quite good, all university graduates? What was wrong with them?" A Ji shouted.

Ah Xi remained calm and said, "When I say ’right,’ it doesn’t mean their education, looks, or family background. There’s only one criterion."

"What’s that?" A Ji and Sisi asked simultaneously.

"A heart like my mother’s," Ah Xi replied.

A Ji instantly deflated, his anger dissipating. After a long pause, he sighed faintly and waved his hand weakly to let Ah Xi leave.

"Sigh, it’s my fault for what happened to them. It’s only right that Xi resents me," A Ji said after a while.

Sisi didn’t know what to say either; she could only offer some hollow words to console him.

Strictly speaking, regarding Ah Xi and his mother, it’s not about who’s right or wrong. If anything, it’s just the tricks fate plays on people!

Ah Xi’s mother and A Ji were from the same village and were of the same age. They both left the village at a young age but took different paths.

A Ji joined a gang and climbed up to the position of a boss through sheer determination, while Ah Xi’s mother, lacking education and skills, faced obstacles everywhere. Ultimately, she had no choice but to return to her hometown, following the most common fate for local women: marrying at fifteen.

However, Ah Xi’s mother’s fate wasn’t great. After getting married, she had three children in a row, but they all suffered from softness disease and didn’t survive beyond three years. Therefore, Ah Xi’s mother’s in-laws accused her of having bad blood, unable to bear healthy children. Without a second thought, they had their son divorce her, leaving her penniless.

Her family also deemed her unlucky and refused to take her in. Ah Xi’s mother had not a cent on her and was physically ruined from not resting properly after childbirth.

With nowhere to go, Ah Xi’s mother took the path most Z Country women would in times of despair—seeking death by jumping into the sea.

However, Ah Xi’s mother was fortunate enough to be saved by A Ji, who happened to be visiting his hometown. By then, A Ji was a trusted follower of a gang leader, so upon hearing his childhood friend’s tragic story, he immediately extended his heroism, bringing Ah Xi’s mother to City G, found her a place to stay, and introduced her to work.

Ah Xi’s mother was very grateful to A Ji, often helping him and his brothers with sewing and laundry, gradually mingling with A Ji’s circle. Some of A Ji’s brothers even joked about her and A Ji.

However, A Ji disliked such jokes, stating that if he were to marry, it would be to a never-married maiden, implying that he wouldn’t marry a second-hand woman like Ah Xi’s mother.

A Ji didn’t say this directly to Ah Xi’s mother, but news still spread, and Ah Xi’s mother obviously knew and maintained distance from A Ji thereafter.

As for how Ah Xi came about, it could only be blamed on the aftermath of drinking!

The exact details Sisi didn’t embellish, but it was likely that A Ji, heartbroken one day, got drunk with his brothers, and somehow someone wicked delivered him to Ah Xi’s mother.

With no good reason to turn away a drunk A Ji, Ah Xi’s mother had to let him sleep in her bed and take care of him.

Then, the result was Ah Xi being conceived.

As for who took the initiative or was passive, who was on top or bottom, only Ah Xi’s mother knew!

Now it remained an eternal mystery!

Upon sobering up, A Ji did the stupidest thing: he fled without a word, and never went to see Ah Xi’s mother again.

Thus, he didn’t know that his one night of springtime had left him with a son, Ah Xi.

Ah Xi’s mother was a strong woman. She never went to A Ji afterward, likely because she was devastated by his behavior that morning.

Upon learning of her pregnancy, Ah Xi’s mother resolutely decided to have the child. She left City G and went to another unfamiliar city to give birth to Ah Xi and raised him single-handedly.

Her health, unfortunately, was too poor. When Ah Xi was twelve, she felt she couldn’t last much longer, so she brought Ah Xi to City G, where A Ji had become a boss, thriving in his ventures.

Ah Xi’s mother only told A Ji one thing: "This is your son, named Ah Xi."

A Ji, of course, believed this was his son, as Ah Xi looked exactly like him. But he didn’t anticipate how old Ah Xi’s mother appeared; though they were of the same age, she looked a generation older.

A month after Ah Xi returned to A Ji’s side, Ah Xi’s mother passed away, ending her tragic life.

What Sisi admired most was Ah Xi’s mother’s kind heart. Speaking of, A Ji was indeed a man who wronged her, but she never spoke ill of A Ji in front of Ah Xi. The most she ever said was that Ah Xi’s father was a good man, and he should be filial to his father in the future.

It was precisely due to such teachings that A Ji and his son could live harmoniously, or else the house might have been in perpetual chaos.