Pampered by My Ex's Cousin-Chapter 306 - 300: Knocking at the Door at Midnight (Twenty-Four)

Then he set down his glass, looked towards Ji Chicheng, and started speaking with furrowed brows and a heavy heart, "Chicheng, what do you think about Anning bearing a child?"

Upon hearing Ji Anning’s name, Ji Chicheng almost reflexively paused for a moment, a flicker of suspicion crossing the depths of his profound eyes.

Then, he moved his lips, responding with an air of nonchalance, "Can’t really say there’s anything wrong."

He picked up his teacup, brought it to his lips, and pretended to take a sip, while out of the corner of his eye he stealthily tried to gauge the old man’s thoughts.

The elder nodded, his tone somewhat grave and earnest, "Yes, she is a good child, she entered our family at the age of six, and has endured much to get to where she is today."

As he spoke, his brows locked together deeply, his expression complicated.

Ji Chicheng, upon hearing this, let a slight smile play upon his lips, looking at the old man and lightly raising his eyebrow, "So, are you suddenly feeling guilty?"

The old man clenched his teeth with indignation, dodging the question, "Jingfeng is too disappointing."

Mention of Ji Jingfeng brought a coldness to Ji Chicheng’s face, his eyes as dark and deep as an age-old abyss, suddenly seeming to frost over, a flash of cold light passing through them.

He struggled to suppress the anger in his heart, his lips curling into a sneer, "So you’ve also come to realize how worthless and terrible your grandson is?"

It was unrelated to the elder and aimed entirely at Ji Jingfeng. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

Thinking about almost never seeing Anning again, thinking of their first child, he could kill Ji Jingfeng and still wouldn’t feel appeased.

After hearing Ji Chicheng’s sarcasm, the elder showed a hint of awkwardness, saying, "But I think, no matter what, he is still... still my grandson, and if we let him stay outside with that woman, it will tarnish the Ji family’s name."

His tone sounded a bit forced.

Ji Chicheng did not delve deeper into the elder’s thoughts, but understood his meaning and coldly said, "You have your own ideas."

"If only your second brother were still here," Ji Zhengdao said, unable to hide his sorrow at the mention of his deceased son, his face growing more haggard.

Deep down he loved his father, Ji Chicheng couldn’t help but feel pained, he reached for the teapot, refilled the old man’s cup to the brim, then handed it to him, saying faintly, "Everyone has the right to choose their marriage, it was you who interfered too much."

"Hmph," the old man’s face darkened, and he snorted coldly, "He must be with Anning, otherwise he won’t receive a cent from the Ji family."

His tone was very serious and resolute, not at all like he was trying to scare anyone, and moreover, since Ji Jingfeng was not present, there was no need to direct it at him.

Ji Chicheng’s fingers tightened—if he had even a bit of Inner Strength, the cup in his hand would have shattered.

He looked at the old man, his brows tightly furrowed.

’Uncle, keep it a secret, keep it a secret first, if you don’t keep it secret, I won’t talk to you anymore.’

’Uncle, I am scared, I’m not yet ready mentally, can you give me some more time, please?’

His lips pressed tightly together, the cup in his hand causing ripples in the water inside.

Seeing Ji Chicheng staring at him, the old man seemed somewhat guilt-ridden, avoiding his gaze, and raising his voice, he asked, "What did the fortune-teller say back then?"

Ji Chicheng remained silent, his face growing even more somber, he put down the old man’s cup, picked up his own, and finished it in one gulp.

He reached out to pour more water.

The old man continued, "The fortune-teller said, this girl is his life-saving medicine, and the only one who can bring prosperity to him, and surely, once Anning joined our family, his health improved, so as far as the fortune-teller’s words go, I’d rather believe them."