Pampered by My Ex's Cousin-Chapter 672 - 664: Who to Attend the Wedding With? (Part 1) Request for Monthly Ticket
"Ming Yue," Xiang Yiqing approached and grabbed Ji Mingyue’s hand, "I don’t know what Charles told you, but at that time, you were in the emergency room, and it was impossible to break the bad news to you."
Ji Mingyue wouldn’t listen to his explanations and, holding her head, sobbed uncontrollably, swearing through her tears, "You’re all bastards, all of you! I never want to see you again, never want to talk to you again!"
Her heart-wrenching sobs were also tearing Xiang Yiqing apart.
There was simply no way to calm her emotions; he could only let her cry, let her vent.
...
Last night, Ji Anning curled up on the sofa, not knowing when she had fallen asleep. The next day she woke to find a blanket over her.
She opened her eyes, groggy, noticing the curtains were drawn tight—probably by Minnie after she had fallen asleep.
Just as Ji Anning woke up, her phone rang.
She found her phone in a corner of the sofa, crawled over to pick it up, and frowned warily at the caller ID.
Why was Charles calling her again?
With confusion, she answered the call and tentatively said "Hello," only to hear Charles reply cheerfully, "Niannian, come back next month for my wedding. I’ve booked the tickets for you, and hey, bring the two handsome guys along."
Shock struck Ji Anning at his words—Charles was getting married?
As she marveled, Charles added, "The bride is Fenfen’s aunt."
"Mr. Charles!" Ji Anning lost her composure, "My grandfather is no longer with us, please don’t do anything else to hurt the Ji Family."
Charles said, "Marrying her is her great fortune."
His tone was filled with arrogance.
What was going on? How was the young aunt marrying Charles? Wasn’t Xiang Yiqing supposed to be taking care of her?
Worried, Ji Anning hung up on Charles and immediately dialed Xiang Yiqing’s number, but the response was that the call was in progress.
She hung up and instinctively typed in a familiar number, dialed it then thought better of it and hung up, then found Qi Helian’s number and dialed it.
The luxurious villa, whose yard paths had been cleared of blood, now had several different-sized snowmen piled up and two big red lanterns hung at the door creating a festive atmosphere.
"Young master, good morning."
"Young master, good morning."
Qi Helian had changed into comfortable clothes before coming out of his room, exuding a trendy vibe. Hands in his casual pants pockets, he descended from upstairs, greeted by the house servants welcoming him.
His rare visit home also made the household atmosphere much livelier.
Qi Helian walked over to the sofa, where a dignified middle-aged woman sat. He bent down to sit beside her, wrapped his arm around her waist, and playfully rested his chin on her shoulder, "Empress mother, are you in a good mood today?"
"You know to come back, huh," his mother said, though her expression was discontent, her tone was drenched in indulgence as she poked Qi Helian’s forehead.
Then, suddenly excited, she leaned close to Qi Helian and whispered, "Last night, Feifan said he saw Minnie buying two sets of girls’ pajamas at a sleepwear shop near your house, and then she went into your complex?"
Qi Helian, amused, looked at his gossiping mother, "Oh, do I have a spy placed by you around me?"
