Pampered by My Ex's Cousin-Chapter 707 - 699: Love Forgotten to be Voiced Out (Part 2) - Request for Monthly Ticket
Because I didn’t want you, who should have been revered by everyone, to be despised by everyone. I didn’t want those who had once praised you unceasingly to then condemn your morality.
Or perhaps I loved the more excellent you, who stood high above the rest.
After saying this, Ji Anning couldn’t bear to face Ji Chicheng’s eyes, which had begun to redden. She let go of her hand, lowered her head, and, with her back against the elevator wall, squatted down hugging her head.
Ji Chicheng slowly bowed his head, looking at Ji Anning squatting on the ground, sobbing softly, his heart trembling with pain.
My willfulness has hurt so many people, and Grandfather eventually died because of us. You don’t know... you don’t know how painful the process of carrying Fenfen was. Now, every time I see Fenfen’s eyes, I feel my sins are heavy...
Don’t force me to face the strange looks of the people toward us. Don’t force me to bear that pressure from public opinion. I’m really... I’m really very tired...
Yes, he thought, and it pained him. It tired him.
She isn’t a superhero. How could she not be tired?
"Don’t cry anymore." Ji Chicheng bent down, slowly squatting down, and took a handkerchief from his pocket, reaching towards Ji Anning’s tear-filled eyes.
As his fingertips touched her cheek, his hand suddenly trembled violently and immediately withdrew, then handed Ji Anning the handkerchief, "Sorry for letting you be so tired."
He spread his palm, a pale blue handkerchief covering the center of his hand, with his fingertips peeking out.
Ji Anning watched through blurred tears, as if each of his fingers was tightly grasping her heart. It was too tight, it hurt, but she was also afraid that he would let go.
She watched for a long, long time. She reached out, her hand trembling as she took the handkerchief and slowly gathered it into her own hands, clutching it tightly.
Ji Chicheng’s palm was empty. His fingers moved, and then slowly... slowly he withdrew his hand.
’Ding’
The elevator door opened again, still at the banquet hall level, where Charles stood tall by the elevator door, looking down at Ji Anning and Ji Chicheng.
Seeing the two squatting there, he frowned, "Young man, you’re disappointing me. I thought the surveillance room would enjoy a live show."
Ji Anning: "..."
So legends and reality should not be confused.
How does a man, nearly fifty, joke like this with two young people?
"Yue Sen. Charles." Ji Chicheng suddenly stood up, rushed out, and grabbed Charles by the collar, pressing him against the wall angrily, "Just wait, I will settle Ming Yue’s account with you together."
Before Charles’s two bodyguards could come over to attack him, he pushed Charles forcefully with clenched teeth.
He turned and re-entered the elevator, walked up to Ji Anning, bent down, and put his hands on her shoulders, whispering in her ear: "Take care of Ming Yue for me, take care of... yourself. I’ll bring you both home soon."
Ji Anning, holding back tears, nodded vigorously.
She stayed at Charles’s house for Ming Yue.
...
In a stretch Lincoln, Ji Anning sat in the far back seat, leaning her head against the car window, vacantly watching the outside.
The atmosphere remained silent. Suddenly, Charles turned around to look at her, "Do you think that kid has a chance to win against me?"
"One hundred percent." Ji Anning coldly replied to Charles without looking at him.
Upon hearing this, Charles smiled with interest, "So confident in him?"
