Pampered by My Ex's Cousin-Chapter 708 - 700 Family of Three (Part 1)
Ji Anning didn’t want to deal with him and simply closed her eyes.
Charles didn’t speak either. They rode in silence to the house. As the car door opened, Ji Anning heard Ji Ming Yue throwing a tantrum in her room on the second floor.
There was also the sound of dishes shattering. She quickly got out of the car, lifted her skirt in her hands, and hurried inside, tossing off her high heels and running barefoot up to the second floor.
Several servants stood at the doorway of Ji Ming Yue’s room, each sporting a frightened look, not daring to go inside.
"Excuse me." Ji Anning squeezed through the door and saw Ji Ming Yue, disheveled, sitting in a wheelchair with food and soup spilled all over the floor.
Two older servants were squatting on the floor, picking up the shattered cups and plates.
"Get out, all of you, get out!"
Ji Ming Yue held her head, screaming, her emotions extremely volatile, yet her expression seemed very anxious.
Ji Anning paused for a second, then rushed in, "Auntie."
"Miss Niannian, watch your feet."
The floor was covered with glass and porcelain fragments. A few servants nervously warned her, but it was a step too late. Ji Anning had just stepped in and had already stepped on broken glass, which made her jump in pain.
Ji Ming Yue continued to yell. Ji Anning couldn’t care too much but was just a bit more cautious as she ran over and hugged Ji Ming Yue, "Auntie, please don’t do this, don’t do this."
"Ji Anning, you get out too, all of you, get out."
Ji Ming Yue struggled frantically in Ji Anning’s arms. Her hands caught Ji Anning’s hair and pulled hard. To lessen the pain, Ji Anning’s head could only tilt in the direction Ji Ming Yue was pulling.
The old Ji Ming Yue was strong, proud, and willful, but now she needed a wheelchair and others for mobility, something she surely couldn’t accept at the moment.
If it were her, with legs that had worked fine for over twenty years, suddenly becoming disabled and unable to stand, she would surely feel even worse than death.
"Ji Anning, I hate you, I hate you and Ji Chicheng to death. I will never forgive you in this lifetime."
After struggling for a while, Ji Ming Yue ran out of energy. She let go of Ji Anning’s hair and started banging her head against Ji Anning’s chest, and tears soon wet Ji Anning’s blouse.
Ji Anning didn’t dodge; her eyes brimming with tears as she let Ji Ming Yue vent.
"Give me back my dad, bring my dad back to me..."
Ji Anning lifted her head, biting her lip. Her tears eventually became uncontrollable and slid down her cheeks.
At this moment, she couldn’t find the words to defend herself. In any case, they were the root cause, the catalyst.
"What are you standing there for? Don’t just stand there, clean this up."
Charles arrived at the doorway and seeing the situation in the room, yelled at the servants standing at the door, afraid to come in.
The servants immediately rushed into the room, some cleaning up, others mopping the floor.
"You, get out." Charles walked heavily into the room, came up to Ji Anning, and ordered her with cold eyes.
There was a dangerous aura about him. Ji Anning stared in alarm, "What are you going to do?"
Her arms instinctively tightened around Ji Ming Yue, afraid that Charles might do something to hurt her, especially since she had turned their home into complete chaos.
Charles’s eyebrows raised coldly, "Get out!"
This command carried even more deterrence, giving the impression he was about to get physical the next second, which made Ji Anning even more reluctant to let go of Ji Ming Yue.
