Ji Ming Yue’s attitude was within Ji Anning’s expectations.
She didn’t feel embarrassed, because she thought that everything was worth it for the sake of Ji Chicheng, as long as he stood by her side and protected her, that was enough.
Ji Anning bowed her head, not replying to Ji Ming Yue’s words.
Because no matter what she said, Ji Ming Yue wouldn’t understand. Now in her heart, even if Anning was not the murderer of the old master, she was still the instigator of his death.
"If you have any sha left, please leave tomorrow."
The sound of Ji Ming Yue’s voice rose again, this ti directly ordering her to leave.
Ji Anning was about to lift her head when the man beside her suddenly took her hand, interlocking their fingers tightly before lifting them and saying to Ji Ming Yue, "As long as Ji Chicheng is in this house, so will Ji Anning."
Their stance was resolute.
Ji Ming Yue was furious, "Ji Chicheng, don’t push ."
"I can’t push you," Chicheng’s tone had cooled down again, but his determined stance did not change, "but you can’t push either."
Having said that, he turned his head away from Ji Ming Yue and pushed a plate of spaghetti in front of Ji Anning, "Eat quickly, it’s getting cold."
Then he wiped the fork with a napkin and placed it on her plate, ready for use.
He completely ignored Ji Ming Yue’s presence, showing off their affection without any reservations.
Ji Ming Yue’s face was very unsightly, but she knew her brother very well; he was truly cold-blooded, not just pretending to be.
He always had clear demands on himself, knowing exactly what he wanted, regardless of the consequences, even if it ant taking a hard hit.
The ti they spent together in N City made it clear that in his heart, Ji Anning was the only one who stood out, and he had set his heart firmly on her.
So in this situation, no matter how many harsh or absolute comnts she made, even if Ji Ming Yue threatened with her own death, Chicheng likely wouldn’t be swayed at all and would just stop her by any ans he deed necessary.
There would be no bending or compromise. In his dictionary, there might not even be the phrase ’let’s take a break.’
In the end, she didn’t speak up again, turned her wheelchair around, and left the dining room, out of sight, out of mind.
Ji Anning watched Ji Ming Yue’s retreating figure, pursing her lips tightly, unable to articulate her feelings.
That was her aunt, her own blood-related aunt.
To anyone, even Ji Chicheng, she didn’t feel this blood-related affection. She hated that their blood ties had beco an obstacle to their being together.
But now, when it ca to Ji Ming Yue, she actually thought about their blood relationship, even about her father whom she had never t.
What did he look like? What kind of person was he? If he knew he had a daughter in this world, would he have been as attached to that woman?
"Didn’t you say it was delicious?"
Ji Anning’s thoughts had drifted far away when Ji Chicheng suddenly took another shrimp and forced it into her mouth.
He was quite displeased with her distraction.
Ji Anning’s train of thought was interrupted. She turned her gaze back to Chicheng, frowning at him.
She accepted the shrimp he had put in her mouth, chewing and speaking, "Uncle, although I really like your domineering presence when you get angry for the beauty, could you be a bit more tactful towards Auntie next ti?"
Ji Chicheng was just about to eat his noodles with a fork when he heard Anning’s words. He paused, slightly turning his face, and looked at her amusedly, "Ji Anning, where’s your face?"
"It was eaten by my shaless uncle." Ji Anning smiled, reached out, and hugged the man’s arm, rubbing her delicate face against his arm, "Can you feel my face now?"
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