Voyage With The Pirate King - Chapter 387

He didn’t know what was happening to him. He frantically turned to the side and began to check the paintings on the floor. Qilin Hao who was now sitting awkwardly on the floor with a dispirited look said, “That’s the only way you can see him.”

Ji Yao treated her like air as he looked through the paintings. His trembling hands were dirty from the paint but he wasn’t even bothered. One painting after the other was of Rui Fei in unfamiliar settings and he was evidently a whole lot taller than before.

“You weren’t born in Niuq but you still have a connection with it. What you see is bits and pieces of Rui Fei’s life…,” she said but Ji Yao suddenly raised her finger to shut his up.

Normally Qilin Hao would erupt on the spot but right now she just closed her eyes as she lightly raised her chin calming her emotions.

She wanted to fix this broken relationship and yelling at the cub wasn’t the best move. She suddenly had to turn into a Gen Z parent and not yell so as not to offend her son.

Ji Yao gathered all of them and began to arrange them in chronological order from the one he painted last to the first. As he reached the third painting he froze as his chest tightened. His body was unmoving but his pupils were quivering as he studied that portrait.

His thumbs on the canvas subconsciously tightened till the blood underneath his nails vanished. His face turned sickly pale as he fell back down from his kneeling posture. In the painting was a beautiful woman kneeling beside Rui Fei’s bed caressing his face with a doting expression.

Driven mad by what he was seeing his eyes turned crazed as he crumpled the canvas paper into a ball. Seeing this Qilin Hao was startled. The tears on her son’s face were extremely heartbreaking that she involuntarily crawled forward.

But before she could reach him he threw that crumpled up paper at her and spoke for the first time ever since their fight, “You did this… it’s all your fault.” His voice was so cold that Qilin Hao felt that icy chill spread to her heart.

Ji Yao’s eyes were red with his unkempt hair scattered all over his shoulders down to his waist. The entire sight was heartbreaking, a sight that Rui Fei should never see. Qilin Hao wanted to comfort him but she knew that nothing she could say now would help.

Her hands quavering she unfolded the painting and when she saw the scene she instantly understood. Which Qilin wasn’t jealous? She was also so jealous that someone would snatch Ji Wen when she was gone that she did the unspeakable.

She could understand clearly what he was feeling but she also couldn’t help but feel a little relieved. Since these two hadn’t gone through coupling it meant Ji Yao still had a chance to move on. She hoped this was the thing that would have Ji Yao moving on from the Huishe cub.

Unable to contain herself she whispered, “That’s what I mean. You can never trust a Huishe…,”

“Get out,” said Ji Yao in a low murmur as he got up and walked to the Kang table. He slumped down and hung his arm on his burnt knee as he drank from the alcohol jar laying open on his table. His hair partially covered part of his face as he lowered his head with an unfocused gaze.

Qilin Hao gazed at him like she wanted to say something but she couldn’t find the right words to say. Ji Yao wasn’t in the mood to deal with her nonsense that his hand reached for his sword that had been recklessly thrown on the table.

With a loud resounding shing, the sword unsheathed halfway. The light from the candles reflected on the shiny blade blinding her eyes. Her breathing increased drastically as she gazed at him in disbelief. After the shock wore off she unsheathed her sword as well. It seemed it was necessary that they solved this the Qilin way. She weakly got up glaring down at her son in provocation. Maybe after fighting it out and venting out their frustrations they can have a calm conversation.

A corner of Ji Yao’s lips quirked up as his one eye that wasn’t covered by his hair turned a bright red. Two seconds later the tranquil trees around the island were pushed by a violent force with some of them cracking at the middle of their trunks never to be restored.

Two forces had collided wreaking havoc throughout the island. Ji Wen who had been waiting for his wife’s return in his study saw two powerful waves one red the other blue collide right before his eyes. Soon a massive backlash shook the earth and ruin his study. He knew this was inevitable but what was he supposed to do? Stop them? This was a necessary step the pair of mother and son had to go through so what did he do? He did nothing.

It was Old Du, Xunshi Zhe and Big Hei who came in running looking panicked.

“Boss, boss they are fighting,” yelled Xunshi Zhe as he pointed outside with sweat dripping down his forehead.

Ji Wen didn’t respond. He ignored them like they were non-existent as he continued flipping through the charts in his hand.

Old Du looked at the study that was in a mess then at Ji Wen’s expression with a puzzled look. What was happening? Shouldn’t he be stopping his wife and kid from killing each other?

“Want to bet who will yield first?” asked Big Hei who really couldn’t miss the opportunity to wager.

Everyone, “…..”

“What? Why are you all looking at me like that,” he asked as he reached into his lapel to take out some money.

Old Du wanted to say, ‘What an insensitive jerk,’ but before he could say it Ji Wen took out his money pouch and with a loud clanking sound it fell on the table.

“I love my wife but Ah-Yao is extremely pissed. She will definitely yield first.”

Old Du, “WTF”

“Wow… just wow. If she finds out you bet against her she might chop off your third leg,” said Xunshi Zhe genuinely worried for his boss’s pogo stick.

“Whoever tells her might as well start planning their funeral,” replied Ji Wen as he took out his sabre, “understood?”

Everyone tacitly nodded their heads before placing their bets. If their boss says it’s fine then why not?