Translator: Henyee Translations
Editor: Henyee Translations
Yang Yufang’s eyes gleamed with undisguisable delight. She nodded enthusiastically at Ji Zhengdao, “Dad, I understand.”
Then not forgetting Ji Chicheng, she looked gratefully at him.
Within the brief span of time it took to have breakfast, he unobtrusively lent Ji Anning his hand twice.
Frankly, her objective was not actually to show appreciation to Ji Chicheng. Ji Chicheng came from the second branch in the family. His family was Jingfeng’s chief rival.
It was a calculated performance for Lin Yanqin to see. Like she was trumpeting the fact that even the darling little uncle was on their side.
Lin Yanqin kept a vigilant watch over her at all times. Of course, she fell into the trap. She got so agitated that under the table, she had wrung the hem of her clothing into a mess.
“Dad, I’m done. A friend of mine knows I’m back. I’m meeting him for lunch,” Ji Chicheng gave Old Master Ji heads-up. Then unhurriedly rose.
Old Master Ji followed suit, throwing down his chopsticks, “Perfect, I need to get to the office too.”
Watching as Ji Chicheng and Old Master Ji stood up one after another to approach her, Ji Anning hastily waved to everyone, “Grandpa, Mom, Little Uncle. My classmate is waiting for me. I’m going off now.”
Last night’s nightmare made it impossible for her to find peace at home.
She needed a change in environment. Leaving the Ji’s territory might give her a greater sense of security.
Upon saying this, she swung around and darted off.
“This kid,” Yang Yufang watched Ji Anning until she made it to the front door. Then she turned her eyes away. Veering towards Ji Jingfeng, she gazed reproachfully at him, “Jingfeng, Anning doesn’t look well. You should’ve been gentler with her last night.”
As she spoke, an apparent smile of ambiguity rose in her eyes.
“Pu…” on hearing her, the milk that Ji Jingfeng just drank came spurting from his mouth. Thank goodness he was in time to cover his mouth before any collateral damage was caused. But he ended up choking, “Cough. Cough…”
He abruptly started coughing. Yang Yufang quickly went over and patted his back, “What’s the matter, child? You and Anning already got engaged yesterday, so there’s no need to be shy here.”
As she spoke, she deliberately looked right across her.
At this very moment, a tall silhouette walked past behind them. The man frivolously curved his appealing lips into a wicked and mysterious angle.
Fused with a hint of… smugness.
…
Ji Chicheng changed into a white shirt and black pants before making his way downstairs.
With both hands in his pant pockets, he arrived downstairs. He sauntered over to the center of the living room, where Old Master Ji was patiently waiting.
Gazing at his son’s handsome face, Old Master Ji not only went into a daze but perhaps even got slightly… infatuated.
It seemed like he was nostalgically looking at someone else through his countenance.
“Dad.”
“Oh, let’s go.”
When Ji Chicheng got closer to the old man, he greeted him. The old man snapped out of reverie. Then he beamed and nodded his head.