She lifted her head and glanced unintentionally at the teacher on the podium who was also packing up his teaching materials, preparing to leave. A young male teacher, wearing glasses and dressed in a white shirt, looked very refined.
She couldn’t help but imagine that it was Ji Chicheng standing on the podium.
As the teacher packed up and left, Ji Anning also snapped back to reality. That brief mont of longing had deepened her yearning for Ji Chicheng.
Unable to resist, she took out her mobile phone, glanced around—the classroom was almost empty—and then she texted Ji Chicheng.
"Uncle, next ti you co back, can I attend your class, okay?"
After sending the ssage, she couldn’t help but fantasize about him standing on the podium with her sitting below.
That scene, sketched out in her mind, was like a breath of spring, and her heart longed for it imnsely.
She wished the next minute, the next second, would arrive imdiately.
Ji Anning supported her cheeks with her hands, eyes downturned looking at her phone screen as the minutes ticked by with no response.
Alas, it was late at night in N City, he must be asleep by now, how could he reply to her ssage.
Thinking this, she picked up her phone, gathered her packed textbooks and teaching materials, and got ready to leave.
Just then, her phone suddenly rang. Thinking it was Ji Chicheng calling, she excitedly checked the screen, but the caller ID showed ’Jingfeng’.
Seeing Ji Jingfeng’s na, Ji Anning’s heart tightened. Even though she hated him, it still pained her.
The pain was due to the cruel things he had done to her, and the pain of the affection they had cultivated growing up together.
What was he calling her for at this ti?
Ji Anning stared at the na ’Jingfeng’ for a mont with narrowed, skeptical eyes before picking up the call and coldly saying, "Hello."
From the earpiece ca Ji Jingfeng’s familiar voice, "Anning, co out and talk."
The Ji Family had done so much for her upbringing, especially his mother. She didn’t know how to face Ji Jingfeng, the person who had killed her child and still wanted her dead.
Although that child had been conceived under ignoble circumstances, and in betrayal of him, she couldn’t help it; she loved everything associated with her beloved uncle because the child was hers and her beloved uncle’s, so she instinctively beca selfish.
Thus, she felt that she should avoid seeing Ji Jingfeng whenever possible in the future.
The Ji Family, she needed to leave it as soon as possible.
As for her future with her uncle, it would have to be taken one step at a ti. After all, he had said, what did it matter if she was his blood niece.
So, as long as she was with him, what did it matter if their relationship was never brought to light?
After pondering for a while, Ji Anning finally spoke, "Jingfeng, I think there’s nothing left for us to talk about, unless... unless it’s about mom."
Recalling Yang Yufang’s detailed and caring nurturing from her childhood, she couldn’t change or relinquish that term ’mom’ no matter what.
"I admit, I did sothing unforgivable to you, I was out of my mind, my error is inexcusable, but what about you?" Ji Jingfeng pressed on accusingly, "You betrayed long ago, gave a cuckoo child, aren’t you at fault at all?"
Ji Anning remained silent.
This was the only thing she owed him, owed the Ji Family, and it too was unforgivable.
But that man was Ji Chicheng, the man she loved desperately. Therefore, she accepted her guilt willingly and was prepared to play the villain.
Without saying a word, another cold voice from Ji Jingfeng ca through the earpiece, "You should leave the Ji Family, I won’t marry you."
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