The Reborn Mom: Trapped in Her Son's Rivalry Drama

Wen Li abruptly awoke from her sleep, sitting up and massaging her temples, only to feel a dampness on her fingers. She discovered her forehead was drenched in a cold sweat.

To her surprise, she had dreamed of Ji Tingyang. Not only did he torment her in reality, but now, he would not even leave her be in her dreams.

As she had told Ji Tingyang earlier today, had she known that he would later become like a venomous snake, trapping her in a cage out of vengeance, she would have avoided that corner with all her might from the start.

She wiped the sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand and patted her agitated chest to calm her nerves. It was then that she noticed her phone, placed on the bedside table, vibrating with an incoming call.

Turning slightly, she glanced at the caller ID: it was Ji Tingyang.

She hesitated for a few seconds, torn between hanging up and answering, before finally picking up.

"If you don't promise to let me go tomorrow..."

"Wen Miss, I'm a friend of Mr. Ji. He's drunk at the club. Could you come and pick him up?"

The voice on the other end of the line was slurred, as if the caller had also consumed his fair share of alcohol.

This wasn't the first time something like this had happened. Whenever Ji Tingyang got excessively drunk outside, someone would call her to come fetch him.

"I'm not available. Call the housekeeper," Wen Li replied flatly, as usual, not waiting for a response before quickly hanging up. To prevent any further calls, she powered off her phone.

She then lay back in bed, pulled the covers over her head, burying herself deep within.

Not long after, the housekeeper's phone rang, and the anxious voice on the other end echoed, "I'll go right away."

Lin Xu, who had just been in the kitchen pouring water, overheard and casually asked, "Where are you going?"

The housekeeper, who hadn't known Lin Xu for long, was not familiar with her, but through the past few days, he could tell that Ji Tingyang treated her differently.

Whenever Lin Xu was around, Ji Tingyang's usual fierce temper seemed to dissipate into gentleness.

The housekeeper had once speculated that perhaps she was Ji Tingyang's new lover, though their interactions seemed more familial than romantic. Yet whatever their relationship, he dared not neglect Lin Xu. He replied immediately, "Miss Lin, Mr. Ji is drunk at the club. He asked me to come and pick him up."

"Drunk?" Lin Xu froze for a moment. "Is it a business gathering?"

The housekeeper hesitated before answering, "Mr. Ji is in a bad mood today... After a fight with Wen Miss, he often drinks heavily to drown his sorrows."

Lin Xu thought about Wen Li upstairs and sighed deeply.

At the club.

Several young men continued to pour drinks for Ji Tingyang, pushing a woman towards him as well.

"Mr. Ji, there are so many women in the world. Why obsess over just one? Look at this flower—so delicate. After trying it, I'm sure you'll like it."

They all knew Ji Tingyang was infatuated with a woman who didn't know how to appreciate him, and he spent most of his time at home with her, avoiding work as though afraid she'd slip away. When he was forced out for drinks, it was clear he was using alcohol to numb his sorrow.

They were curious, though, to know what kind of woman could reduce Ji Tingyang to such a state. However, Ji Tingyang kept her tightly guarded—no one had ever seen her face, only knowing her name: Wen Li.

Though they were drinking companions, they still tried to advise Ji Tingyang to not hang himself on Wen Li, to not tie himself down to a single woman.

While talking, one of the young men shoved the woman against Ji Tingyang's arm.

Ji Tingyang frowned, his cold, piercing gaze sweeping across the woman. He uttered a chilling, "Scram."

The woman was startled by his terrifying glare, her heart trembling. She dared not come any closer.

"Useless, I give you a chance and you fail," the young man muttered disdainfully, dragging the woman away.

He turned to the club manager and barked, "Don't you see Mr. Ji doesn't like your women? Call in some other beauties!"

"Yes, yes, right away," the manager bowed and hurried off.

Moments later, a woman stepped into the room. She wore a form-fitting dress that showcased her perfect, alluring figure. Her slender, white heels clicked softly as she walked in, her chestnut brown hair cascading loosely around her shoulders. Her exquisite features and porcelain skin shone under the lights, drawing everyone's attention.

The young men's eyes immediately brightened, and their expressions changed, filled with eager anticipation.

Only one thought remained in their minds.

She was truly a beauty.

One of them, positioned closer to the door, quickly stood up, attempting to wrap his arm around her slim waist. However, she swiftly dodged.

Normally, he would have cursed her for being coy, but now, he found himself without the temper to argue, consoling himself.

It was fine—beautiful women always had the right to be willful.

"Miss, may I ask your name?" he smiled, eager.

"Lin," she replied.

"Miss Lin, shall we share a drink?"

"No, I'm here to find Ji Tingyang." Her gaze swept the room until she spotted him. She walked over, snatching the glass from his hand. "Stop drinking, we need to go home."

"Home?" Ji Tingyang murmured, his consciousness already fading.

Where was his home?

His home had scattered twenty years ago…

Lin Xu's voice was gentle as she stroked his head. "Yes, we're going home. I've come to take you."

Ji Tingyang lifted his head, the figure before him blurry. He struggled to focus his eyes, desperately trying to make out who this person was.

Finally, he saw someone from his distant past.

He couldn't believe it. He grabbed her hand with urgency, his voice so faint it could be lost in the breeze. "Mama?"

He gripped her hand tighter, as though afraid she would slip away, his voice fragile, "Don't leave me…"

Don't leave us alone in this world…

Lin Xu's heart suddenly throbbed in pain, as if pierced by countless needles. Her eyes blurred with tears.

"I'm sorry, I won't leave you again. I'm taking you home now, okay?"

Ji Tingyang nodded obediently, rising with her, though still gripping her hand in fear.

The young men in the room stared, dumbfounded, at Ji Tingyang's complete obedience to the woman before him.

They hadn't heard him address her, only heard his pleading, begging her not to leave him.

Could this be the woman he'd been so obsessed with—Wen Li?

But the woman had said her name was Lin. So Ji Tingyang was drowning his sorrows in another woman's company tonight?

(End of Chapter)