Translator: Henyee Translations
Editor: Henyee Translations
Yang Yufang squeezed her fists tightly. Gritting her teeth as her body shuddered.
Ji Jingfeng eyed his mother. Outrage bubbled in his heart. He abruptly turned around and pointed hatefully at Lin Yanqin, “Big Aunt…”
Yang Yufang swiftly reached out and pulled him by the wrist. Pulling his hand back, “Jingfeng, let’s not lower ourselves to her level.”
Gripping his wrist tightly with her hand while her body still trembled a little.
Yang Yufang pulled Ji Jingfeng upstairs into his bedroom. After closing the door, she leaned on the wall. Stripped of all her tough exterior, she looked hurt.
Her history was no secret at the Jis nor within high society. It was the main reason for her low status at the Jis despite giving birth to a son.
With a twinge in his heart, Ji Jingfeng gazed at his mother. He reached out to embrace her, “Mom, Big Aunt always speaks harshly. Don’t let it get to you.”
“Jingfeng, you mustn’t disappoint. You and Anning must do well,” Yang Yufang clutched Ji Jingfeng’s clothes firmly. Her eyes gazed out the window. In her mesmerizing almond-shaped eyes flashed a ray of callousness.
Behind each heartless streak usually lay scars that could never recover.
“Mom, must I be with Anning?” Ji Jingfeng gently pushed Yang Yufang aside. Looking at her complicatedly while a hint of struggle and helplessness exuded from his eyes.
On the day he turned six, he fell strangely ill. No matter what they tried, he could not get cured. In the end, his mother had his fortune told. The fortune-teller said he needed a child bride born on the same day and year as him.
At that time, since the hospital was unable to treat him, they had no choice but to give the fortune-teller’s suggestion a shot. Then they found Anning. The moment they brought her home, he oddly recovered.
The fortune-teller’s words came true. Since then, Anning stayed on with them as his child bride.
Many years passed since, but his body remained healthy and problem-free. Could it previously be a mere coincidence?
Yang Yufang’s face instantly turned frosty, “This is the last time I ever seriously remind you that you must be with Anning. Only when you are with her, will you be able to secure the position your grandfather now holds.”
Looking at Ji Jingfeng with a look and voice so chilly that they did not have a shred of warmth.
It sounded like a reminder but was more like a warning.
At that, she turned to open the door and leave the room.
“Sigh!”
Ji Jingfeng watched from behind as his mother left. He sighed powerlessly. For so many years, his mother was partial to Anning. He appreciated that in her heart, Anning was his savior.
Her insistence on him being together with Anning probably stemmed from the fear that mishap might befall him.
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It was the first day of the school year, also the season when new students joined. T University was teeming with people.
On this day, most of the people were newly admitted students. It was their first day on campus. More or less, everyone’s faces overflowed with euphoria and energetic anticipation towards university-life.