She could no longer restrain herself and turned around.
"Anning," Ji Chicheng grabbed her hand, his voice nasal.
Ji Anning held her breath, daring not to turn back.
His pleasant voice echoed behind her again, "At least with , no one and nothing can be a reason for to give up on you."
Ji Anning’s voice trembled as she replied, "And the who has suffered innurable grievances and injustices since childhood, what I truly want, you will never understand."
Tears had already wet her eyes, she felt that staying even a second longer, she would suffocate.
She forcefully shook off Ji Chicheng’s hand and had just lifted her foot when she heard Ji Chicheng ask, "Even if it was Ji Jingfeng who once wanted you dead, it doesn’t matter?"
Ji Anning paused her step slightly, turned her head, and glanced at the man behind her with the corner of her eye, "He saved from a fire, so I owe him my life. Let’s consider past grudges erased."
Having spoken, she left without turning back.
Uncle, happiness is so simple, being with the one you love, doing what you enjoy, why does it beco so hard when it cos to us?
Watching her figure disappear into the snow, growing farther and fainter.
The man’s eyes reddened, he gave a desolate laugh, "Heh... he saved you from a fire."
...
At the top floor of J.C., in the chairman’s office, an elderly man over seventy sat in a comfortable office chair, the view behind him encompassing much of Hai City.
His face was stern and grave as he looked at the standing Ji Jingfeng across him.
"Rember, treat Anning well, otherwise I can also make you step down anyti."
Every statent was a command, not allowing any rebuttal.
"Grandfather, rest assured," Ji Jingfeng nodded in assurance, "I was confused earlier. Anning is a good girl, we grew up together since childhood, she is outstanding, and I will definitely cherish her."
As he spoke words against his feelings, he internally clenched his teeth in hatred.
Once he took over as the president of J.C., once he gained authority, he would have his revenge.
The old man’s face showed a satisfied expression, "That’s good to know, go get busy."
Ji Jingfeng nodded, "Yes, I need to go out with Director Chen today; he’s already waiting for ."
"Go ahead," the old man waved him off, his gaze already shifting from Jingfeng to a pile of docunts on his desk.
He put on his reading glasses, looking suddenly much older.
A cold smirk flashed through Ji Jingfeng’s eyes as he then turned and left.
"Young Master."
"Young Master."
Ji Jingfeng exited the old man’s office, and a familiar figure dashed in from outside, and the directors’ office staff spontaneously greeted him.
All seed surprised.
"So handso, even more handso than the last ti I saw him."
"The chairman sure knows how to produce, the Young Master is really too handso."
A few female secretaries around thirty years old from the secretary’s office couldn’t help but fawn over Ji Chicheng’s coldly handso face.
Ji Chicheng had been to the company before, and like at ho, he was known here as the Young Master.
He ignored the people who gathered around to greet him and headed straight for the chairman’s office.
Seeing him co in hurriedly, Ji Jingfeng released the handle of the chairman’s office door and went up to greet him with a slight smile, "Uncle."
Ji Chicheng gave him a cold glance without pausing his steps and walked past him.
Ji Jingfeng turned, watching him go and said, "I’ll officially take over as the company’s vice president next month, president in a year, and also... Anning and I are holding our wedding during the New Year; Uncle, you must be at ho then."
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