Pampered by My Ex's Cousin-Chapter 710 - 702: Family of Three (Part 3)

Ji Anning frowned as she looked at Ji Mingyue, "I don’t know exactly what Charles said to you, but auntie, uncle, he’s part of the Ji Family, your own brother. Has he ever thought of taking even a cent from the Ji Family since he was a child?"

"If he could go against morals and ethics to be with you, in the past two years, he has hardly set foot in the family home, not even when my father was seriously ill. Can you dare say it wasn’t because of you? For you, what other insane things is he incapable of doing?"

Ji Mingyue’s emotions stirred once again.

She didn’t know, Anning didn’t know any of this, the things Ming Yue said, she was unaware of them all, and she couldn’t describe the feeling inside her.

Lowering her head in silence for a while, she looked up at Ji Mingyue again, "I’ll have Charles send you away right now."

As she stood up to leave, Ji Mingyue’s cold voice followed her, "Ji Anning, if you dare to stop me from marrying Charles, I’ll kill you."

Upon hearing this, Ji Anning turned around, her voice raised in annoyance at Ji Mingyue, "Auntie, why are you so stubborn? You hate me and uncle, go back to the Ji Family, run the Ji Family properly, manage the estate Grandfather left you well, and isn’t your satisfaction watching us in despair, watching us unable to be together and suffering?"

Without another glance at Ji Mingyue, she turned and left her room with big strides.

Now, there were only two possibilities for Ming Yue to leave Charles’s house: one was that she was willing to leave by herself, and the other was Charles driving her away.

Otherwise, even if uncle came to take her away, if she was unwilling to leave, it would be futile.

Given her current mindset, it was definitely impossible for her to leave willingly, so the only option was to have Charles send her away.

Lying in bed, restless and unable to sleep, she was to marry Charles, a man more than twice her age. Would uncle go mad?

She dared not think any further.

The heating in the room was a bit dry. Ji Anning turned over, licked her dry lips, not knowing how they had started bleeding again. With this lick, the taste of blood spread in her mouth.

That kiss in the elevator earlier that night suddenly invaded her mind, wildly intense.

His lips, his tongue, pressing, entwining her.

His large, soft palms had caressed every inch of her skin many times in their passionate embrace.

His scent, his shallow smile that felt like a warm spring breeze, his voice mellow like aged fine wine intoxicating her.

His white shirt, the buttons she had painstakingly undone for him.

His gentle fingertips, his warmth, her... dear uncle.

All of Ji Chicheng’s details were indelible in her mind. Ji Anning closed her eyes, tears overflowing, for forbidden love was such torment.

...

In the days at Charles’s house, Ji Anning was essentially insomnia-ridden, only falling asleep around three or four in the morning, and waking again as the first light of dawn appeared.

She used to love the mornings at Charles’s house, because the garden at Charles’s place was truly beautiful. No matter the season, it was full of blooming colors, vibrantly colorful as if in a dreamy estate.

And her room offered a perfect view of the front courtyard garden.

She only opened the curtain a sliver, just enough to see the outside. As she was about to open the curtain wider, her gaze unintentionally swept the distance.

There was Charles, dressed in a white suit, entering her field of vision as he walked towards the main gate.

So early, where was he going dressed like that?