Translator: Henyee Translations
Editor: Henyee Translations
After being an extra for about two years, she more or less picked up some acting skills.
Ji Chicheng lowered his eyes and looked as Ji Anning held his hand while uncontainable joy flashed from the depths of his eyes.
The initially rigid handsome face eased up a little.
But his voice continued to be chilly, “Grandpa will be delighted that there’s going to be a superstar among the Jis.”
“I shouldn’t have done it,” Ji Anning overlooked Ji Chicheng’s ridicule as all she wanted now was to seal his lips. While she apologized, tears came rolling down.
Although she knew it was laughable trying to elicit compassion from the arrogant Young Master Ji, the Jis youngest son.
But she had no other means other than seeking his sympathy.
“What are you crying for?” Ji Chicheng frowned as he watched Ji Anning sob woefully.
She looked delicate and miserable.
The other hand gently shook in his pant pocket.
But in the end, he managed to relax.
Ji Anning’s weeping grew more and more realistic. Her voice choked, “Little Uncle, please be magnanimous and not tell Grandpa or Mom.”
A sense of helplessness emerged in Ji Chicheng’s eyes. He frowned, “Do I look that free?”
Does this mean he had no intention of ratting her out? Ji Anning’s eyes lit up like she was reborn as she tilted her little tear-stained face up at him and looked gratefully at Ji Chicheng, “Thanks, Little Uncle.”
She released Ji Chicheng’s hand and used the back of her hand to wipe her tears.
A smile rippled from the bottom of Ji Chicheng’s eyes. With both hands in his pant pockets, he lowered his eyes to look at Ji Anning subtly.
The leisurely sea breeze fused with the refreshing scent of the ocean drifted in gently, catching the young woman’s long hair while her skirt hem billowed slightly.
Tenderly sweeping across the man’s heart and teasing his heartstrings.
The nervous atmosphere finally lifted to become more agreeable. Glancing at Ji Chicheng, Qi Helian frowned gently and narrowed his eyes skeptically.
After carefully observing for a while, he instructed the female assistant standing by the side, “Mi Ni, bring Miss Ji up the car to wash up and change.”
“Okay,” Mi Ni nodded and acknowledged. Then she gently smiled at Ji Anning, “Miss Ji, this way, please.”
“It’s okay…”
Ji Anning waved her hands, turning down the offer, but got interrupted by the man next to her before she finished.
“Go and wash your face.”
It came off sounding almost like an order. With that, he bent over to sit down on a chair next to Qi Helian.
Now that Ji Chicheng’s orders came down, Ji Anning did not have the pluck to retort, so she nodded her head, “Yup.”
The assistant, Mi Ni, brought Ji Anning into Qi Helian’s luxury RV.
“I didn’t expect this little lass to be Jingfeng’s wife. No wonder she kept hiding from me just now.”
Gazing at Ji Anning from behind, Qi Helian smiled as he shook his head. While he spoke, he reached out for a drink and idly took a sip.
At that, he looked sideways at Ji Chicheng and stared quizzically at him.
Ji Chicheng’s stunning countenance became pitch-black. He veered his eyes from the RV and cast them coldly on Qi Helian, “Qi Helian, I think you should pass on dinner.”
Ignoring Ji Chicheng’s words, Qi Helian glanced at his RV again as he leisurely said, “That girl has been pretty since young. It’s too bad she’s spoken for.”
As he spoke, he looked sideways at Ji Chicheng.
Ji Chicheng’s lips coldly curved into a smile, “Sooner or later, you’re mine.”