"Nianjie, get up, let’s go," the assistant urged repeatedly to no avail, and simply discarded the umbrella, bent over and directly dragged her by the arms to stand up, "Mr. Ji actually cares for you. He’s just too proud. Get up; he definitely won’t bla you."
Ji Anning stubbornly refused to get up, "You go back."
She pushed the assistant away, exerted so effort, and almost fell down.
"If you don’t go back, then I’ll stand here and hold the umbrella for you," the assistant had no choice but to pick up the umbrella again and hold it over her.
...
Snow was falling all over the country, and many flights were delayed, leaving a lot of passengers stranded in the Hai City airport, where it was crowded everywhere.
Ji Chicheng, filming in Europe, received the news of the death of old Mr. Ji and rushed back in a frenzy but missed the old man’s funeral due to the flight delay.
Wearing goggles and a mask, he quickly left through the VIP channel, got into the car, and the assistant who had gotten in the car before him handed him his phone, "Mr. Qi, Miss Anning’s assistant just called and said that Miss Anning has been kneeling at old Mr. Ji’s grave for over five hours."
"What?" Qi Helian’s gaze swept over the snowflakes swirling outside, his heart tightened, and he quickly instructed the driver, "Drive fast."
The days were already short in winter, and with the snowfall, it was starting to get dark around four o’clock.
By the ti Qi Helian arrived at the cetery, the snow had mostly stopped, with just the occasional flake still falling.
But the wind was getting stronger and bitingly cold.
When he caught sight of Ji Anning kneeling there, her frail body looking like it could be blown over by the wind at any mont, his eyes welled up, and he strode over in big steps, running to her side.
He squatted down and enveloped her in his arms.
Ji Anning’s body was almost completely soaked through, giving Qi Helian a chill, colder even than the weather.
"I’m taking you back now," he said.
His warm hands touched Ji Anning’s face, frozen like a block of ice, and his thumb gently stroked her frostbitten, purplish lips.
He felt an indescribable heartache.
Ji Anning did not speak, blinked her eyes, and the snow on her eyelashes lted into water, making her look delicate to the point of breaking, yet still radiating obstinacy.
"Anning," Qi Helian gently patted Ji Anning’s face.
He called her na, but Ji Anning still did not speak, so he simply scooped his hands under her knees and picked her up.
Ji Anning finally reacted, "Mr. Qi, you should go back, don’t worry about ."
As she spoke, she forcefully pushed Qi Helian away, her actions and tone both very determined and stubborn.
The assistant stood by, also extrely worried, and stepped forward to say, "Mr. Qi, Mr. Ji ordered Nianjie to kneel here and said she must not get up without his command."
Hearing this, anger surged in Qi Helian.
"Co back with , I, Qi Helian, am taking you back today no matter what," he said, as he forcibly lifted Ji Anning from the snowy ground.
After kneeling in the cold wind for over six hours, Ji Anning struggled against Qi Helian for a while but, due to exhaustion, promptly fainted.
...
"Miss Anning has been taken away by Mr. Qi," soone reported.
Holding the phone, Ji Chicheng listened to the report from the other end, his brooding dark eyes gleaming with a cold, harsh light.
After hanging up, he turned around, his expression dark with anger, and walked out of the room.
The entire household was still imrsed in the solemn and somber atmosphere of the old master’s passing.
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