Pampered by My Ex's Cousin-Chapter 636 - 628: You’re Not Welcome (Part Three)

She only knew that her father had been very kind to her, cherished her more than her mother did.

"So, at this moment, my heart feels so at peace, so steady," she said.

Ji Anning stared at her father’s portrait, sighing.

Even though he wasn’t her biological father, it was he who had held her hand as she learned to speak and walked her step by step as she learned to walk.

A day as a teacher, a lifetime as a father, all the more as they had been father and daughter for six years.

Ji Chicheng said nothing, stretching his arm around Ji Anning’s shoulders, tightly gripping her shoulder.

More effective than the comfort and encouragement of words.

...

As dawn was about to break, under Ji Chicheng’s order, Ji Anning leaned on a chair and dozed off for a couple of hours.

Under the scent of the burning incense, she slept exceptionally deep during those few hours, until Fenfen came and woke her up.

Early in the morning, just as the sun had started to show a bit of light, her mother arrived at the memorial hall with Fenfen.

Ji Anning rubbed her bleary eyes, watching little Fenfen holding three sticks of incense, guided by her mother, bowed three times in front of her father’s memorial, the small child dressed in a little black woolen outfit, looking so proper and pitiful.

A smile involuntarily curved Ji Anning’s lips.

"Grandpa."

"Grandpa."

The mother squatted beside Fenfen, pointing at the father’s portrait, teaching her to call him grandpa.

The little girl’s milky voice made Ji Anning’s eyes tear up; she threw off the blanket covering her, stood up, and walked behind Ji Chicheng, who was squatting there burning paper. She bent down and gently patted his back, whispering, "Uncle Jingfeng, I arranged for my assistant to get breakfast last night; go have something to eat in the break room, then take a rest."

Ji Chicheng nodded and then stood up and left.

After Ji Anning had seen Ji Chicheng out, she returned to find Fenfen kneeling again by the basin burning paper.

Worried she might burn her hand, Ji Anning quickly went over and knelt beside the little girl, "Be careful with the fire, Fenfen."

Fenfen vigorously nodded her little head.

"Anning, Uncle Jingfeng has been here all night, how can we allow this," her mother said, standing in front of the father’s portrait for a while then suddenly turning to look at Ji Anning.

Upon hearing this, Ji Anning hesitated before looking up earnestly at her mother’s worried face, "Mom, actually Jingfeng and I have been separated for a long time now, I told you two years ago."

Her words had just dropped when, without waiting for her mother’s reaction, a familiar old man’s voice suddenly came from the doorway.

"Mrs. Lee, may you find peace in your mourning."

Ji Anning and her mother were both surprised and turned their heads to look at the doorway.

Ji Zhengdao entered with his assistant and... Ji Jingfeng, the three of them entering one after another. The elderly man, slightly hunched, wore a black woolen coat, his expression serious as he stepped over the threshold.

Following him, Ji Jingfeng also dressed in black, wearing oversized sunglasses, his arm slung in a bandage around his neck.

"Chairman Ji."

The mother startled for a moment, then coming to her senses, hurriedly approached Ji Zhengdao, her attitude very humble.

Ji Anning also got up pulling Fenfen to her side, watching Ji Zhengdao approach; she protectively moved Fenfen behind her while signaling to the assistant standing at the doorway.

To take Fenfen away.

However, Ji Jingfeng dashed to her side in a few strides, bent down, and reached behind her to grab Fenfen’s arm, lifting her up and holding her in his arms.

Then, with an unsmiling look, he gazed at Ji Anning, "Anning, is this our daughter?"