Pampered by My Ex's Cousin-Chapter 699 - 691: We Are Close Uncle and Nephew (Part 19)

After glancing at Charles, Ji Anning remained silent, lowered her head again, and continued upstairs, walking past Charles.

Suddenly, Charles’s voice rose from behind her, "How would you feel about marrying me in Ji Mingyue’s place?"

Marry Charles in Ji Mingyue’s place...

Ji Anning’s steps halted, her hands by her thighs shuddering, her fingers tremblingly curved, her instinct was to resist, but she did not let the words of refusal escape her lips.

She turned around, her eyebrows raised coldly as she confronted Charles, "Why? What is it about me that you want?"

"The purpose is quite obvious," Charles paused deliberately as if withholding a secret, "I want that proud young man to come beg me, to have Ji Zhengdao’s son, whom he doted on to the skies, to beg me."

His lips slightly curled, yet every word he uttered was filled with chilling hatred.

Ji Anning scoffed, "It’s truly sad that you, a living person, are fighting with a dead one."

What deep-seated hatred existed between Grandfather and him, to make him lose his reason to this extent in dealing with the Ji Family, to the point where he wouldn’t let go even after Grandfather’s death?

Charles laughed, "I believe that such a stubborn man, even in death, would watch over me from hell, and as long as it has to do with Acai, he’d not want to possess a thing."

At that moment, Charles seemed like a demon from hell, his very breath dark.

Acai? Who was Acai?

She noticed that when Charles mentioned that name, a strange gleam flashed across his deep blue eyes.

It was clear to Ji Anning that this Acai was the key to the grudge between Charles and Ji Zhengdao, or even, it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say, the cause of their strife.

So what in the Ji Family related to Acai? The company?

As Ji Anning was pondering, Charles smiled faintly at her again, "The wedding between Ji Mingyue and me is in a week’s time. You have a week to decide, whether the bride will be her in a wheelchair, or you. The choice is entirely yours."

"However, I think, no matter who it is, the bride will be beautiful."

His arrogant, self-assured confidence, along with that demon-like aura from hell, felt all too familiar to Ji Anning.

In this world, she had encountered only two men like this, one was Charles, and the other was... Ji Chicheng.

She had moved into Charles’s house for Ji Mingyue’s sake, originally trying to persuade Ji Mingyue, but now Ji Mingyue refused to even see her, becoming uncontrollable at the very prospect.

Although it was originally her own intention to interact with Charles, if not for her, they would not have crossed paths, so the state Ji Mingyue was in now, she bore an inescapable responsibility, just like with the old master’s death.

She wasn’t the murderer, but she was the catalyst.

The afternoon sunlight was brilliantly piercing, and Ji Anning sat on the balcony, her eyes slightly narrowed in reflection. Ready to rise and return to her room, her gaze inadvertently swept over the distant gates where Charles’s stretch Lincoln slowly entered the yard, circled around the fountain, and stopped at the front door.

Several servants hurried to greet and open the doors.

Ji Anning gave it a cursory look, then withdrew her gaze. With her hands pressing on the arms of the chair, she stood and went into her room, leaving the brewed coffee on the table untouched. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

She picked up the cup and took a small sip; a wave of bitterness immediately spread in her mouth.

She used to be unable to stand this bitter coffee, but now she had grown accustomed to it after drinking it time and again. She had long been used to adapting to all the people and things she thought she could never grow accustomed to.