Ji Anning lifted her head and looked at the man standing beside her, his towering stature giving her an intense sense of suffocation.
Her mouth hung open, stunned by Ji Chicheng’s forthright and domineering words, not knowing how to react for a long ti.
"So what if I’ve slept with her, and we have a child? What does that count for?"
What is he... what is he trying to do?
Ji Anning stared blankly at Ji Chicheng. Was he trying to expose their relationship in front of everyone, right at their grandfather’s grave?
Coming to her senses, she turned around, reached out and grabbed onto the hem of Ji Chicheng’s trousers, looking up at him with pleading eyes, begging him not to speak, "Uncle..."
She was about to get up.
Ji Chicheng looked down, "Did I allow you to get up?"
His eyebrows slightly furrowed, exuding an aura of undisputed authority.
Ji Anning imdiately knelt back down on her knees. Suddenly rembering sothing, she turned her head anxiously to look at Ji Jingfeng.
Ji Jingfeng, knowing about her and her uncle’s relationship, could explode in anger because of this provocation and reveal everything.
Ji Jingfeng was just as shocked as Ji Anning at first, but he snapped back to reality because of her sudden gaze. He smoothed his surprised expression into a calm smile and said to Ji Chicheng, "Uncle, that’s quite a big joke you’ve made."
His tone was unperturbed, "Anning is your niece-in-law, my childhood sweetheart and fiancée. As an elder, you should have so sense of propriety, especially here at Grandfather’s grave."
After speaking, he turned to Ji Anning and raised an eyebrow slightly, "Anning, wouldn’t you agree?"
Only Ji Anning could feel the sinister undertone in his tone and smile.
The rest were still reeling from the shock of Ji Chicheng’s words, and now, following Ji Jingfeng’s question, they all turned their stunned gazes to Ji Anning.
At this mont, her attitude was the key.
Ji Chicheng also looked down. His cold gaze invisibly imposed vast pressure on Ji Anning, who opened her mouth but lacked the courage to confess, and yet couldn’t bring herself to deny it either.
The atmosphere was silent, with snowflakes seemingly falling in keeping with the scene, getting bigger and more nurous.
One by one, they landed on Ji Anning, slowly covering her in a layer of white frost, even on her eyelashes and eyebrows.
Ji Chicheng just looked down at her, not rushing her, not pressuring her, showing an unprecedented patience.
So did Ji Jingfeng.
However, Lin Yanqin and her two daughters, unable to bear the cold wind any longer, lacked patience, especially Ji Ruoqian, whose little hands holding the umbrella were red with cold.
Seeing that neither Ji Chicheng nor Ji Jingfeng seed about to speak, she dashed over to Ji Anning in a few steps, bent down, and pushed Ji Anning forcefully, "Ji Anning, have you gone mute?"
Ji Anning was pushed backward and then just sat there in that posture, looking down and avoiding eye contact with anyone.
"It seems it’s true then." Lin Yanqin also spoke up, sneering as she glanced at Ji Anning, then her gaze settled on Ji Chicheng’s stern face. A mocking smile curled at her lips, "No wonder you two ganged up on last ti. It turns out you’ve... you’ve committed incest."
She spoke every word filled with disdain and sarcasm for their relationship.
"Hmph!" Ji Jingfeng snorted coldly, glaring at Lin Yanqin, "Aunt, don’t speak recklessly..."
But before he could finish his sentence, Ji Chicheng interrupted, "It’s good that you know. Next ti before you bully her, think first about who is in charge of this household now."
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