Pampered by My Ex's Cousin-Chapter 741 - 733: I Want You, I Want You, Just Want You (Nineteen)
Ji Anning held her breath, adjusted for a moment, and then lifted her head, returning Charlesβs smile with tear-filled eyes. π§ππππΈπ¦π£πππ·ππ.π€π°π
She reached out to hold his arm, and step by step, they walked onto the red carpet.
This path should have been one where a daughter walked arm-in-arm with her father.
Just now, Charles had asked her if she wanted to turn back.
She wanted to nod, she regretted it, she regretted it, but here, she felt so insignificant.
Her high heels trod upon the red carpet, the wedding march played over and over, and as they were about to reach the stage, Ji Anning broke down in tears.
She had thought that if she couldnβt be with him, then it didnβt matter who she was with.
She had thought that, at most, it would be like the last time she left; no matter how deep the longing, she would endure it and it would pass.
She had thought...
She had thought...
But she couldnβt do it, she suddenly realized that her heart wasnβt as strong, she wasnβt as great.
Ji Anning stopped in her tracks, paused before stepping onto the stage, pulled her hand from Charlesβs grasp, crouched down, and held her knees in agony.
"Anning."
Suddenly, a familiar voice came from behind her, calling her name with urgency and excitement.
Ji Anning was stunned, her crying halted, she lifted her head; her makeup was smeared by her tears, she stared... stared and dared not turn around.
She feared it was a dream, feared it was an illusion.
"Stop him, stop him."
Following that, a burst of noise spread, the scene erupted into chaos, giving Ji Anning the confidence that it wasnβt a dream, it was really him who had come.
Her uncle.
She stood up, turned around, and saw the man standing under the arched gate, looking at her with nervous excitement, already covered in wounds.
His white shirt was stained with blood.
"Uncle."
Ji Anning felt a heart-wrenching pain, she lifted her dress, ready to rush over, while Charles beside her extended his hand, grabbed her slender arm, and forcefully pulled her back, wrapping his arm around her waist.
"Let her go."
Ji Chicheng madly tried to break through the crowd surrounding him.
Dozens of people surrounded him, like a Milky Way, separating their reunion.
Meanwhile, attendants had dispersed all the guests on both sides, left were only Ji Anning, Ji Chicheng, Charles, and Ji Anningβs mother.
"You only have one choice, nod in agreement to change your surname, take my surname Charles, otherwise you canβt take her away."
Charles held Ji Anning firmly in one arm, determined to keep her under his control, and calmly watched as Ji Chicheng was beaten by over a dozen guards.
Upon hearing Charlesβs words, Ji Chicheng stopped, straightened up, the corners of his blood-covered mouth curled up wickedly.
As if he had heard a huge joke.
"You, all your life, have been a defeated lackey to my father."
Saying so, he suddenly flashed a sharp look in his eyes, swiftly moved to the right side of the crowd, and picked up a chair, swinging it at the group of guards.
"Stop hitting him, stop it."
Ji Anning watched Ji Chicheng being injured, watched as those people kept pounding him with punches.
It felt as if the blows were landing on her, she was suffocating in pain, her heart felt as if it was being torn apart.
She turned around, holding Charlesβs arm, crying and begging him, "Mr. Charles, please make them stop, tell them to stop."
Charles remained unmoved, his face cold, thoroughly displeased by Ji Chichengβs defiance.
At this moment, he was clearly a ruthless tyrant.
Those who followed him prospered, those who opposed him perished.
Ji Anning turned to look towards Ji Chicheng just in time to see a guard pick up a flower basket and smash it against Ji Chichengβs head.
