She seed extrely cold-blooded.
While looking forward, she then said to Qi Helian, "Mr. Qi, stop the car at the intersection ahead and let get out, please."
Qi Helian disagreed, "I’ll take you ho."
As he glanced at Ji Anning’s indifferent expression, he added, "Just keep tornting him; he will eventually collapse because of you."
Ji Anning did not respond. Her heart ached, as if it were bleeding.
Not wanting Qi Helian’s flashy motorho to take her ho, Ji Anning insisted on getting off at a bus stop not far from her house.
She stood at the stop waiting for the bus. In this season, people were reluctant to go out, and there were fewer people waiting for the bus.
"Mommy, hug."
Suddenly, a tender voice ca from behind the bus stop billboard. As she turned to look, a middle-aged woman holding a little girl erged.
Just then, a bus arrived, and the woman with the little girl got on directly.
The little girl’s chin rested on the woman’s shoulder. Once they were onboard, Ji Anning saw the little girl’s face flash with a hint of fear.
The hands tucked in her down jacket pockets trembled violently at the sa ti.
The bus had already left; she numbly pulled her hands from her pockets and touched her stomach.
The little girl had large, bright eyes and fair skin, but... she had a cleft lip, and it was severe, making the lower half of her face look sowhat frightening.
Ji Anning shook her head in horror and took a few steps back to a waiting bench, then collapsed onto it.
"You guys are close relatives after all; have you ever thought about what if you have children one day..."
The old man’s words echoed in her mind like a curse.
Her emotions beca sowhat uncontrollable. She frantically dug out her phone from her bag and dialed a familiar number.
’Anning.’
As the call connected, a familiar, kind voice ca through the receiver, sounding surprised and a bit excited.
Hearing Yang Yufang’s voice made Ji Anning even more agitated. "Tell , I’m not your daughter, I’m not, I’m not..."
Her eyes turning red, she repeated over and over.
"Anning, what’s wrong?" Yang Yufang on the other end was frightened by Ji Anning’s uncontrollable emotions, asking anxiously.
"I’m not your daughter, am I?" Ji Anning covered her mouth and started crying.
She did not want to be her daughter; she didn’t want to.
"Anning, it’s mom’s fault; mom was confused for a mont; mom has regretted these years."
Yang Yufang’s self-reproachful words completely unraveled Ji Anning, "You’re lying, you all lie!"
She roared and threw her phone. It happened just as a car passed by, the tires crushing the phone until it was demolished.
Ji Anning did not glanced at it; she got up and walked back ho, her expression blank.
She did not know how long she had walked before she reached ho. Her face was reddened by the cold wind, ignoring anyone in the living room.
She went straight upstairs.
She reached out, turned the doorknob, and entered.
"Ji Anning, you’re back."
A gloomy voice resonated in her room—it was Ji Jingfeng!
Ji Anning was startled, but then composed herself and looked into her room. Ji Jingfeng, in pajamas, sat at her writing desk, his face bruised and swollen from Qi Helian’s beating, looking grim.
"What are you doing here?" Ji Anning stopped, looking at Ji Jingfeng with aversion.
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