Seeing him like that, Ji Anning didn’t dare to continue. She pressed her lips together, feeling a sense of loss, and redirected her gaze back to lay flat and stare at the ceiling.
Though she felt disheartened, she didn’t bla Ji Chicheng because that was just the kind of person he was, soone who wouldn’t even bother to pick up a fallen oil bottle.
Oh, what should I do? What should I do now?
How is Mom’s health? I wonder if Jingfeng managed to successfully take her away from Garden Island.
The more Ji Anning thought about it, the more unsettled she beca, her heart going out to Yang Yufang, her mother who had treated her like her own daughter from childhood; teaching her piano, teaching her to read, reading bedti stories to her... doing everything possible to give her the care and attention a normal child’s childhood should have.
In her heart, regardless of whether or not she could be with Jingfeng in the future, she would always be her mother.
Unless she refused her.
But now her life hung by a thread, and she felt utterly powerless to help, tossing and turning restlessly.
"Ji Anning, can’t you say sothing nice to coax ?"
Ji Chicheng’s voice suddenly rang out. Ji Anning frowned and replayed Ji Chicheng’s words in her mind.
Can’t you say sothing nice to coax ...
He ant if she said sothing nice to coax him, he would help her. Realizing this, her eyes lit up, and she imdiately turned toward the man sitting emotionlessly in the recliner.
Her eyes shimring with excitent, "Uncle, you’re the best. Please, please help ."
If he was willing to help, then her mother could leave Garden Island with dignity and receive treatnt at the hospital.
"Don’t like to hear that, say sothing that I love to listen to." Ji Chicheng gave Ji Anning a very dissatisfied roll of the eyes and arrogantly shifted his gaze back to his computer screen.
His long, attractive fingers operated on the computer’s touchpad, engrossed in his work.
"Uncle, I know you’re a good person." Ji Anning felt that lying down was not sincere enough, that it was not adequately showing her earnestness, so she grabbed the corner of the blanket, flung it off, and prepared to get up.
Sensing her movent, Ji Chicheng’s tall figure swiftly rose, his long legs taking large strides, his commanding presence startling Ji Anning so much that she quickly lay back down and covered herself with the blanket.
Ji Chicheng walked to the edge of the bed, approached and looked down at her from above, his handso face still expressionless, "No, I’m a bad person, I’m a demon, and you know that better than anyone."
His face and voice seed cold, but to Ji Anning, it sounded wicked in so strange way.
She even felt like she was being teased.
Yet he still maintained that aloof, high-and-mighty deanor, cold and noble with a touch of haughtiness.
Ji Anning stared at Ji Chicheng, unable to grasp his thoughts, his emotions, so she was very cautious.
"Although Jingfeng doesn’t want anymore, my mom has been truly good to . She has raised with the kindness of a parent, treated like a daughter. I want her to be healthy, to live a good life."
Not sure what nice things he wanted to hear, she simply expressed her heartfelt concerns; she was truly worried.
Ji Chicheng’s face softened almost imperceptibly, and he looked at Ji Anning with a probing gaze, "It’s not because of Ji Jingfeng, is it?"
"Huh!" Ji Anning was stunned, not understanding why Ji Chicheng would ask such a question.
So she lay there, looking up at him with her bright black eyes, unwavering and filled with confusion.
Ji Chicheng’s expression imdiately turned cold again, "What kind of nice words are these?"
To Ji Anning, it seed he was still unwilling to help, with not even a hint of softening.
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