What should I do if I lose my memory after transmigrating into a book?

Chapter 8 The Breakdown of Zhou Rituals

Jiang Du seemed to have been waiting for these words, and upon hearing them, he nodded repeatedly like a chicken pecking at rice.

He looked forward to seeing his elderly father.

Unfortunately, the old man wasn't buying it today. He just said "Oh" and told him to go play with his aunt.

Enraged, Jiang Du boldly shoved his father's hand away, ran up to Zhou Li, and pleaded with him with a pair of soft, adorable eyes that could melt anyone's heart.

Jiang Ci raised an eyebrow, looking at his son thoughtfully.

Zhou Li was a little flattered. "What does Xiaoman want to do? If Dad won't take you, Uncle Zhou will take you to play."

Jiangdu's nickname is Xiaoman.

However, Jiang Ci rarely shouted.

Jiang Du was pleasantly surprised, his eyes sparkling, and he hurriedly said, "I want to go home."

Zhou Li asked curiously, "Aren't you going to wait until Grandma's birthday celebration is over tonight before you leave? Your aunt hasn't arrived yet."

Jiang Du pulled Zhou Li's finger and was about to walk out, saying, "I'll only go back once and then come back. It'll be over in a little while."

Jiang Du started acting cute again.

The little boy was naturally good-looking, with fair and delicate skin, so exquisite that he looked like a porcelain doll or a girl, soft and gentle.

When he acts cute, his big, dark eyes blink at you, and he'll practically pull down the stars from the sky for you.

Moreover, Zhou Li rarely saw Jiang Du act coquettishly, and for a moment he was so happy that he was almost floating on air, unable to stop smiling, and his heart was almost melting.

He stood up excitedly: "Come on, Uncle Zhou will take you back to get your things."

Zhou Li assumed that he had forgotten to bring something back.

Jiang Du didn't dare to look at his father, and rested his head softly on Zhou Li's shoulder.

"Zhou Li, put him down." Jiang Ci glanced at the child in his arms with his narrow eyes, then closed his eyes and sighed softly.

In short, the Zhou rites were established.

He glanced at Jiang Ci somewhat timidly, and asked hesitantly, "What's wrong? Can't I even take my little nephew out?"

The boy in her arms sighed and gave Zhou Li a disappointed look.

Jiang Ci casually rolled up his loose sleeves: "Jiang Li is coming back."

Upon hearing the name Jiang Li, Zhou Li was immediately restrained.

He stopped and turned around, momentarily flustered. "Where are we? Should I go get her?"

After saying that, he added, pretending to be serious, "There's still a long way to go outside."

Jiang Ci didn't answer, looking at Jiang Du, who was somewhat annoyed, in Zhou Li's arms.

The child also received his father's 'mockery', and in a fit of anger, struggled to slide off Zhou Li's arms.

Zhou Li then remembered, looking apologetically at his nephew who was giving him a reproachful look, and coaxed him:

"Xiaoman, shall Uncle Zhou take you to pick up your aunt first?"

Jiang Du nodded. The road outside was quite long, and he couldn't keep his aunt waiting.

"No need to trouble yourself. Jiang Li's boyfriend came back with her, and the old housekeeper sent someone to pick them up."

Zhou Li froze upon hearing this, and it took him a while to find his voice. His smile was somewhat forced.

"You must be joking. This isn't funny at all. How could that brat Jiang Li possibly like a foreigner?"

He stared blankly at Jiang Ci, as if waiting for him to nod in denial.

Jiang Du glanced at her: Oh, you like your aunt.

Jiang Ci felt a strange sense of balance: "She just said it in the family group chat."

Zhou Li felt as if he had been hit on the head by a meteorite; he was dizzy and felt a tearing pain in his heart.

He slumped onto the sofa, grabbed the wine glass a servant was holding, and downed it in one gulp, his eyes turning a frightening red from the choking.

Jiang Ci bent down and picked up the child, who was also in a bad mood, and patted him on the back to comfort him.

"If I had told you years ago that I liked you, I would have said so sooner. Now I'm all regretful and lifeless, who am I showing this face to now?"

Jiang Ci's speeches are always scathing, incisive, and hit the nail on the head.

Zhou Li's eyes were red, but he still looked stubborn: "We're just dating, we're not married yet!"

Jiang Ci looked at him like he was an idiot; fools always know how to comfort themselves.

The Jiang family has very strict family rules. Generally, people will not bring someone back to the Jiang family unless they are about to get married.

First, it shows a lack of respect for others.

Second, they lack self-respect.

Clearly, the dazed Zhou Li had also thought of this. The usually refined and image-conscious young master Zhou was hunched over, making his expression unreadable.

Jiang Ci tapped Jiang Du's fair and delicate hand, then gestured towards Zhou Li, who was covering his face.

The little boy blinked, understood his father's hidden meaning, slowly broke free from his father's embrace, walked up to Zhou Li, and gently patted Zhou Li's back with his little hand.

He also sweetly comforted him, saying, "Don't be sad, Uncle Zhou, everything will be alright."

After a while,

Zhou Li wiped his face haphazardly, then hugged Jiang Du and refused to look up.

Jiang Du Nuannuan and very considerately remained motionless, acting as a doll.

Oh, anyway, when Dad is sad, he holds him like this and doesn't move.

"Alright, get ready to go downstairs, the banquet is about to begin."

Grandma Jiang was wheeled out.

As Mrs. Jiang gets older, her health deteriorates year by year. Although it was supposed to be a birthday banquet, she didn't wake up until almost noon, and the Jiang family didn't urge her to get up.

They all wanted the old lady to wake up before she appeared to join in the fun, so she would be more energetic.

Of course, no one dared to question why the Jiang family matriarch hadn't come out yet.

The Jiang family had reached its peak, and everyone was eager to curry favor with them, let alone offend them.

Everyone here today is a prominent and influential figure.

Zhou Li responded sullenly and handed Jiang Du to his father: "You are the host and should entertain guests. Go down first, I'll go tidy up."

Jiang Ci patted Zhou Li on the shoulder and pulled Jiang Du downstairs.

The appearance of the Jiang family's heir and young master immediately attracted a lot of attention.

Jiang Ci ignored him, while Jiang Du walked forward without flinching, staring blankly ahead.

Both father and son are aloof.

Grandma Jiang was helped to sit in the main seat by her mother. She looked at her grandson and great-grandson walking towards her with a happy smile.

"May your great-grandmother enjoy the sun and moon shining brightly, and live as long as the pine and crane in spring." Jiang Du recited the birthday wishes in a serious and earnest manner, bowing with his little hands, which was extremely cute.

Grandma Jiang smiled broadly, looking at her great-grandson who spoke clearly, and said "good, good, good" several times.

Even Jiang Ci's face showed a hint of a smile.

Happy birthday, Grandma.

Grandma Jiang's eyes welled up with tears; her grandson had suffered so much!

It's too hard to live if you can't let yourself go.

She waved her hand tremblingly: "Come closer, let this old woman take a good look."

Jiang Ci led Jiang Du to the old lady. The old lady stroked Jiang Du's soft head and tugged at Jiang Ci's arm. Although she was old, her eyes were still bright and clear.

"Live well, live happily."

The crisp sound of the river crossing echoed a good sentiment.

Jiang Ci nodded with a smile.

Standing behind Grandma Jiang, Jiang's mother turned her face away, forcing herself to hold back her tears. There was no reason to shed tears on a perfectly good birthday.

She understood what the old lady meant: let go of your worries and live a good life.

This is truly a great blessing for his son.