Pet Addiction: The Prince’s Desire to Spoil His Pet

Therefore, Ji Xubai's words can't really stimulate him.

"That is to say, no matter what, you must be with Qingzhi, right?" Ji Xubai stared at him and asked calmly.

Wen Jian's gaze was as firm as ever: "Yes."

"You're fine. Dad has been teaching you those sage books for nothing all these years." After Ji Xubai finished speaking, he walked away indifferently.

Ji Xubai also didn't find out until the next day that the courtyard was locked up, and his father sent guards to guard around the courtyard, and he didn't intend to let him out at all.

It was also the second day when Ji Xiaoshi secretly came to deliver food to him. Wen Jian knew that he had been imprisoned after hearing what Ji Xiaoshi said. Ji Xiaoshi said that he would continue to plead for him, but Wen Jian knew that his father was real I'm getting angry, otherwise I wouldn't have locked him up without saying a word.

Wen Jian told Ji Shishi that the little girl must not tell Qingzhi to make Qingzhi worry about him. Ji Xiaoxiao looked at his brother's haggard appearance and nodded distressedly, expressing that he knew.

But no one expected that Wen Jian would resort to such tricks as a hunger strike.

On the third day of being imprisoned, Wen Jian still didn't drink a drop of water, no matter what kind of meal the people below brought, Wen Jian didn't eat a single bit.

This matter was soon known to Wen Zhigu, and Wen Zhigu couldn't stand it anymore, so he ran to Wen Jian's yard immediately, and ordered someone to open the door regardless of whether Wen Jian was imprisoned or not.

The guard outside the door hesitated for a moment, but after all, he still didn't dare to provoke Wen Zhigu, so he had no choice but to open the door.

As soon as the door was opened, Wen Zhigu felt the lifelessness in the air, and Wen Jian was still half-lying on the bed, half-conscious and half-awake, looking much more haggard than the day he came back, especially His face was pale, and even his lips were pale and chapped.

Wen Zhigu was so distressed that his eyes were red all of a sudden. He sat on the edge of the bed and helped him to sit up. He was angry and distressed at the same time: "Little Jane, how could you be like this..."

Wen Jian slowly opened her eyelids, half-opened her eyes, glanced at Wen Zhigu in a daze, pursed her thin lips, and did not speak.

Wen Zhigu didn't say anything more at this juncture, and went directly to bring the meals he made by himself and put them on the bedside table, hoping that Wen Jian could eat more or less, but Wen Jian didn't. He just shook his head lightly, and when he spoke, his voice was hoarse and weak, "Mother...I don't want to eat..."

"How can you not eat? You haven't eaten for two days, Wen Jian, are you trying to starve yourself to death?"

Wen Jian, however, was still extremely stubborn, and she just said in a hoarse voice, "Unless... let me see... Qingzhi..."

Wen Zhigu looked at such a stubborn Wen Jian with red eyes, tears fell down suddenly, and he choked up and said, "Why do you...do you have to use such an extreme method?"

But Wen Jian pulled the corners of her lips, obviously still breathing in pain, but said softly: "Wen Jian is sorry...Mother, but, if you can't have both, this life, give it back to your parents, that's it. ..."

Wen Zhigu never expected that Wen Jian would even say such a breaking word, she cried angrily: "Have you learned these things since you were a child? Your parents raised you up so much, and this is how you repay it." Is it ours? As far as your life is concerned, Wen Jian, is it just a bargaining chip to threaten your parents? Wen Jian, do you know what you are doing?"