As he spoke, he lifted his eyelids and glanced at Ji Chicheng, then continued to carefully wipe the blood from his wound.
His actions were filled with care.
Ji Anning’s mouth twitched.
In her eyes, she suspected this old man had split personality disorder.
It was he who had almost beaten her uncle to death, and now he was acting like a benevolent old man who felt pity for him.
What on earth did he want?
"What on earth do you want?"
As Ji Anning was pondering this question, Ji Chicheng suddenly shouted at Charles, unable to contain his anger, pushing Charles’s hand away.
"I ca to see how you were doing on her behalf, and I suddenly thought seeing you like this would definitely make her feel sorry for you," Charles stared at Ji Chicheng’s bloodied lips again.
His eyes actually showed genuine pity, Ji Anning stared wide-eyed, thinking she was seeing things.
She wasn’t foolish, she obviously knew who the ’she’ Charles referred to was, definitely Ji Chicheng’s mother, how could he... love his uncle’s mother to such an extent?
The forbidden area in the backyard, her photo in his room.
Ji Anning was now very curious, very curious indeed, about what kind of story, what kind of grievances existed between Charles, Ji Zhengdao, and that Wucai?
Since he loved Wucai so much, why was Wucai then with her grandfather?
It was evident that her grandfather also loved Wucai very much, so much that he would risk his life for his nephew.
The more Charles ntioned his mother, the angrier Ji Chicheng beca, his eyes bloodshot and red as he glared at Charles and said, "I warn you again, do not harass my life, especially not Anning’s."
Charles looked at him, calmly smiled, and said, "What if I really want to harass you? What can you do about it?"
Ji Anning: "..."
This... it seed there really was nothing they could do to him, he was so powerful, insisting on harassing you, showing up to bother you every now and then, what could you do to him?
Bite him?
In terms of financial power, influence, or physical strength, the Ji Family might not necessarily have the upper hand.
But this old man was truly stubborn, competing head-to-head with her grandfather and even surpassing him in one aspect, being shaless and unscrupulous.
Charles’s gaze deepened as he stared at Ji Chicheng’s face, as if he was not looking at him, but at another person, with a touch of sorrow.
The atmosphere in the hospital room suddenly quieted down, Ji Anning didn’t dare to make a sound, feeling her role now was just to grab one of Charles’s arms in case Ji Chicheng and Charles ca to blows, to lighten Ji Chicheng’s burden a bit.
"Take good care of your wounds, if you don’t want to co to my place, I’ll arrange for a few more people to look after you."
Charles maintained a calm and composed deanor throughout the day, with a hint of sorrow in his composure.
This even made Ji Anning’s sympathetic heart overflow, feeling a bit sorry for him, after all, he was a man passionately in love.
As Ji Chicheng’s wound had started bleeding again, she, worried he would get angry, quickly smiled at Charles and said, "Mr. Charles, no need, I can take care of him myself. You have a lot on your plate, don’t worry about us."
Hearing this, Charles looked at her, said nothing, and turned to shout at the door, "Co in."
At his call, one of his bodyguards walked in, hands holding a birthday cake, and the bodyguard approached Charles and gave a slight nod.
"Put it on the table," Charles instructed the bodyguard, then turned to Ji Chicheng and said, "This cake is your mother’s favorite flavor from when she was alive."
"Take it away."
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