Pampered by My Ex's Cousin-Chapter 742 - 734: I Want You, I Want You, Just Want You (Twenty)
"Don’t." Ji Anning’s eyes widened in alarm as she instinctively rushed forward to shield Ji Chicheng.
’Bang!’
Just then, a gunshot suddenly rang out from the sky, and the scene fell quiet.
Ji Anning stared with wide eyes, her face deathly pale, dumbfounded as she looked at the gun in Charles’s hand.
She dared not turn her head, dared not breathe.
If, if she did not hear his voice in the next second, she would never breathe again.
"Charles."
Suddenly, a chair flew from afar, landing right beside Charles’s foot.
It was his voice, his voice.
Ji Anning was ecstatic, as if she had just walked away from death’s door. She turned her head to look at the man rushing toward her, and at that moment, not knowing where the strength came from, she pushed Charles away, lifted the hem that was hindering her steps, and threw herself into the arms of the man she yearned for.
"Uncle, Uncle..."
Ji Anning’s face was buried in the man’s chest, ignoring the pungent smell of blood, and inhaling the scent of the man she missed intensely.
A pair of delicate arms tightly embraced the man’s strong yet frail body, her uncle, the man she was hopelessly in love with.
"Come home with me."
The man looked down, his lips stained with blood, gently kissing Ji Anning’s forehead, his voice incongruously gentle amidst the chaos.
Ji Anning nodded vigorously, too choked up to speak.
"Do you think you can take her away from me that easily?"
Charles’s voice suddenly rose, cold and disdainful.
Ji Chicheng raised his head and sneered, "If I could come, then I can leave."
As he spoke, he pulled Ji Anning behind him, her palm sweaty from anxiety, refusing to let go of Ji Chicheng’s hand.
Charles aimed the gun at them. She feared he would shoot Ji Chicheng and was ready to take the bullet for him at any moment.
The butler suddenly ran over in great urgency.
"Mr. Charles, the police are outside in large numbers."
Upon hearing this, Charles’s expression changed as he instinctively looked toward Ji Chicheng.
Just then, the sound of a helicopter approached from the sky. Ji Anning looked up and saw a familiar face—Qi Helian!
Qi Helian was sitting in the cockpit of the helicopter, looking down at them and gesturing with his hand.
Ji Anning’s mouth fell open in surprise before she turned to look at Ji Chicheng.
Ji Chicheng’s bloodied eyes gazed at Charles, the corners of his mouth curling into a mischievous grin as if he were basking in victory.
While Ji Anning was still astonished, Ji Chicheng suddenly pulled her into his embrace, embracing her protectively and standing upright to face Charles.
The helicopter had already landed on the spacious lawn, and Charles’s bodyguards, all on alert with guns in hand, aimed at Qi Helian as he disembarked from the aircraft.
They awaited Charles’s command.
After a tense moment, Charles suddenly softened his grim visage and began to smile, "Handsome, you’ve caused me quite a bit of trouble."
As he spoke, he put away his gun and casually slipped his hands into his crisp dress pants, striding toward Ji Anning and Ji Chicheng.
Ji Anning, intimidated by him, instinctively stepped back. Ji Chicheng held her tight and tenderly kissed the top of her head. "The police are at his house; he wouldn’t dare," he whispered.
"What now?" Charles stopped a few steps in front of them. Even though he was slightly shorter than Ji Chicheng, his gaze still looked condescendingly upon Ji Chicheng. He paused then with a hint of rising interest, raised an eyebrow, "Such defiance makes me increasingly interested in you."
