The arrogant tone, the confident posture, the domineering aura of plundering, it’s as if victory is already in hand.
Yiyi was stunned: "Aren’t you afraid of dying?"
A perfectly good son of the Councilman, living comfortably, yet insists on going to the battlefield. Even on the battlefield, as the son of a high-ranking official, he could easily get by without anyone daring to say a thing.
At that ti, with so rit, a simple stroke of the pen to include his na, wouldn’t that suffice? Many officials do things this way, not working themselves but still taking the credit, and even claiming the largest share.
Why work so hard?
"Fool, what achievent isn’t earned through danger? Power, glory, wealth—whatever you want, you have to fight for it with your life. The higher the position, the greater the responsibility. Everyone is watching like a hawk, waiting for to make a mistake. I will never give them that chance, and I must prove to those people that trying to get at is too naive!"
Ji Lingkong’s perfect profile lifted with an arrogant smile, his tone sarcastic.
"Moreover, I won’t allow my life to be so boring and be satisfied with the present—it’s just cowardice and incompetence!"
Yiyi was stunned.
She always envied this person, with such a powerful background, surely able to live comfortably and freely, unlike herself living so miserably.
But now it seems, being a noble son isn’t so easy; to maintain dignity and status, one must pay a higher price and make more effort than ordinary people.
This man is not the kind of useless second-generation heir who relies on his parents, but a strong, deep, ambitious person who absolutely refuses to be beneath others, yet it seems that’s his interest too.
"Then I wish you success." She lowered her head softly, admiring and fearing such an amazing and proud person.
Overly ambitious people are sure to stir up enormous incidents and waves. It seems neither he nor his father are easy to deal with. Sohow, she feels that sothing big might happen in the future, and she truly hopes not to get too involved with him, dragging herself into the troubles.
"Your tone, it’s utterly insincere." Ji Lingkong showed dissatisfaction, clasping her chin with his fair fingers, squinting his eyes and moving closer, "I’m heading to the battlefield, and you don’t have any genuine gesture for ?"
Humph, at farewell parties, those girls and their lovers, with all the passion and concern, crying, hugging, kissing farewell, even giving all kinds of gifts.
He heard the most flamboyant gift was a girl actually giving her intimate underwear to her lover.
Yuck, though he disdains such exaggerated expressions and vulgar gifts, her indifference and lack of concern also displeased him greatly.
"How about I give you two apples? Wishing you a safe return, has a good connotation, and if you get hungry on the way, you can eat them—very practical." Yiyi thought seriously, this was indeed the best thod she could think of, that didn’t cost money and showed a bit of goodwill—after all, she could grab two from the fridge and put them in his hand.
"Idiot!" Ji Lingkong snorted annoyedly, quickly cupped her face, and lowered his head to kiss her lips.
Yiyi didn’t expect him to take advantage again, her eyes widened, did this man really think he could gobble her up like tofu?
She struggled a bit but couldn’t break free.
Feeling wronged inside, yet helpless, never mind, getting nibbled a few tis, won’t take any flesh away, after all, it’s happened several tis.
"I’m leaving, when I co back, I’ll bring you a gift!"
Ji Lingkong let her go, smiled, and walked away nonchalantly.
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