Pampered by My Ex's Cousin-Chapter 660 - 652: Framed (10)

Would he be happy?

Ji Chicheng’s gaze deeply observed the old man, now separated from him by two lifetimes; guilt could not overcome self-interest.

He wished his Binfen could see this colorful world with his own eyes.

Under Dr. Zhang’s arrangements, Hai City Eye Hospital quickly sent an ambulance to carry the old man’s body.

Lin Yanqin and the others, unaware of the situation, followed them to the door and watched Ji Chicheng asking, "Chicheng, where are you taking the old man?"

"To the hospital."

Ji Chicheng replied to Lin Yanqin curtly, not giving her a chance to ask another question. He immediately followed the ambulance; what he decided to do was always unstoppable.

Doctor Zhang accompanied Ji Chicheng, staying by the old man’s side.

Seeing Ji Chicheng’s sorrowful expression, Doctor Zhang hesitated for a long time before carefully asking, "Shall we notify Miss Anning?"

Ji Chicheng shook his head, his brow furrowed with deep melancholy, saying, "You also said, we will only know the specifics once we get to the hospital."

She said her most beloved was him, and her most hated was also him.

And wasn’t it the same for him? His heart had no room for others; even his hate was directed only at her, and he was well aware that hating her was just another way of keeping her in his heart.

He did not want her to experience uncertain things alongside him.

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Outside the operating room, after a one or two-hour wait, Ji Chicheng’s feelings were indescribably complex.

Finally, the light in the operating room went out.

He and Doctor Zhang hurried forward to meet the doctor coming out, who gave them an OK sign.

Ji Chicheng sighed in relief, and the next second, his knees hit the ground with a thud, he bowed his head, waiting until the old man’s body was wheeled out of the operating room.

Only then did he slowly straighten up.

After several hours, the old man’s body was once again brought back to the Ji Family home, where the memorial hall was set up in the living room.

Clad in hemp and filial attire, Ji Chicheng knelt before the memorial hall for days and nights.

The visiting mourners were greeted by Lin Yanqin and Ji Jingfeng.

He remained kneeling until the day the old man was to be buried, his legs so weak that he had to be supported by others to walk.

Snowflakes began to fall from the sky, and Ji Anning, dressed in a black wool coat, walked without an umbrella to the old man’s graveside.

After the funeral, the guests slowly departed, leaving primarily old friends who had not frequently played with the old man, and the entire Ji family.

Ji Anning reached the grave, ignoring everyone and only looking at the old man’s tombstone, on which there was a photograph taken recently.

She slowly kneeled down, placed a bouquet of flowers, and then put her hands on the ground and bowed three times with her head.

"What are you doing here?"

Lin Yanqin rushed over to Ji Anning’s side, grabbed her arm, and tried to drag her away.

As Ji Anning prepared to resist, Ji Chicheng’s stern voice intervened, "If there’s any more trouble, you all can leave."

Lin Yanqin immediately released Ji Anning’s arm, but she still looked at Ji Anning with resentment, saying, "Ji Anning, you caused your grandfather’s death, how can you still have the face to come to his gravesite?"

With several outsiders present, Lin Yanqin deliberately took the opportunity to slander Ji Anning.

Hearing this, the few old men who had stayed behind were all surprised, looking at Ji Anning.

"Isn’t this Jingfeng’s ex-fiancée who was adopted as a daughter?"

"Yes, and now she’s a famous star."