Her tone was certain.
A flicker of surprise passed through Charles’s deep blue eyes.
Ji Anning keenly caught that, confirming her own guess.
Charles didn’t respond to her words, but said coldly, "Regardless, bowing to her grave is the least you should do."
"I think so too," Ji Anning nodded, then she bent down to kneel, placing her hands on the ground, and solemnly kowtowed three tis to Wucai’s tombstone.
Bowing to a deceased person isn’t shaful, especially when the other party was probably much older than her.
"Let’s go."
Charles, his gaze lowered, watched Ji Anning finish her kowtow, greeted her indifferently, and then turned to walk back.
Ji Anning got up and took another deep look at the na of the tomb’s owner, Wucai.
’Anything related to Acai... he, Ji Zhengdao, shall not possess...’
Ji Anning suddenly rembered what Charles had said to her that day, Acai... was Wucai the sa person?
Then... the photo of that woman on his bedside table... could that be this Wucai?
"Niannian?"
As Ji Anning was deliberating and guessing, Charles’s urging voice ca from ahead, interrupting her thoughts, and she hurried to catch up.
Her curiosity still lingered.
Could the grudge between Grandpa and Charles be over this woman?
Charles was infatuated with this woman, but what about Grandpa? As far as she knew, Grandpa’s most beloved woman was the mother of her uncle...
The mother of her uncle!
Ji Anning’s eyes widened, and she stopped in her tracks, asking Charles, "Mr. Charles, your beloved and... and my uncle, are... are..."
Charles, knowing what she was about to ask, directly offered her the answer, "She is the mother of the handso young man."
Upon hearing this, Ji Anning’s pupils widened sharply, her mouth agape in shock.
The... the mother of her uncle, that was her uncle’s mother’s tomb just now.
She turned around, ran back to the tombstone, and knelt down again, reaching out to touch the characters ’Wucai’ engraved on the tombstone – her uncle’s mother, so her uncle’s mother was called Wucai.
No wonder, no wonder when she saw that photo that day, she felt it looked familiar, resembling soone she knew.
Ji Anning’s gaze flickered, fixating on that na for quite a while. She then straightened up and solemnly kowtowed three more tis.
Then she got up and walked back.
Following behind Charles, her mind was filled with nurous doubts, such as why her uncle’s mother was his wife, and given that he and her grandfather were clearly not from the sa generation and had a big age difference, how could they fall in love with the sa woman?
But these questions, she dared not ask.
Because these questions might very well hit a raw nerve for Charles.
...
"I’m going to the restroom."
As soon as she got off the car and sat in the wheelchair, Ji Mingyue wanted to go to the restroom. She briskly greeted everyone and wheeled herself into the lobby.
The young nurse caring for her hurried to follow, but suddenly a slender figure got out of the car parked behind them and rushed to Ji Mingyue’s side before the nurse, pushing her wheelchair.
The lively girl bent down, smiling as she leaned close to Ji Mingyue, "Fourth Sister, I’ll take you to the restroom."
"No need." Ji Mingyue replied coldly to Xin Xiaoxiao, quickening the pace of her wheelchair.
Xin Xiaoxiao also quickened her pace, "Don’t go so fast, be careful."
As she walked, she said, "We’re going to be family soon, and you’ll soon beco my sister-in-law, there’s no need for formalities between us."
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