Ji Anning stopped in her tracks, turned around to look at Yang Danning, and said calmly, "The debt I owed you was settled that ti in M country, but I can still be magnanimous and offer you a blessing."
She could emphasize the words "that ti in M country," reminding Yang Danning.
More precisely, she was warning her that what she had witnessed was Yang Danning with a foreign man, clearly engaged in a shady deal.
As she spoke, she supported Ji Chicheng back to the dining table, helped him sit down on a chair, then picked up Ji Chicheng’s wine glass, raised it towards Yang Danning, and said, "What’s ant to be will always find a way; what’s not will never happen no matter how hard you try. Seeing you happy makes glad, I wish you a joyful marriage."
With that, she tilted her head back and drank the wine in her glass in one gulp.
Then she shifted her gaze away from Yang Danning, put down the glass decisively and without hesitation.
The atmosphere was very quiet.
Even Xin Xiaoxiao started behaving.
"Applause."
Suddenly, Ji Chicheng started clapping enthusiastically. As he clapped, he cast an indulgent look at Ji Anning, then glanced at the people around him and raised an eyebrow, "Didn’t you hear telling you to clap?"
A few old n, as if under a spell, imdiately started clapping along.
Everyone: "..."
"Our Anning spoke so well, and her drinking was so cool," Master Ji stood up, staggering slightly.
Ji Anning quickly steadied him, and the twitching at the corners of her mouth couldn’t be stopped as she watched his high spirits.
Is this really my uncle?
"Everyone clap, and everyone who claps gets a big red envelope," Ji Chicheng called out to other tables and to the busy waiters.
Suddenly, the entire banquet hall erupted into thunderous applause.
The two of them stood together, a handso man and a beautiful woman, overshadowing the groom and the bride.
The Ma Wenzhang family’s faces all turned green with anger, especially Yang Danning’s.
The room filled with applause, and Master Ji’s mood soared. He wrapped his arm tightly around Ji Anning’s waist and declared loudly, "This is Ji Anning, the woman of Ji Chicheng."
Just then, a waiter happened to pass by, and he grabbed him, asking, "Do you know her?"
"I know," the waiter nodded, "Hello, Mrs. Ji."
This address as Mrs. Ji truly touched Master Ji’s heart. He raised his hand grandly and waved to Assistant Wu on the side, "Wu, give a red envelope."
Assistant Wu was embarrassed.
He hurriedly took out his wallet from his pocket, extracted the few bills that were inside, and felt relieved that he had brought so cash when he left the house.
Suddenly, Ji Chicheng snatched all the money away and stuffed it into the waiter’s hands.
Then he asked again, "Do you think she and I make a good match?"
The waiter nodded, "Yes, a perfect match."
Who was this man?
She didn’t recognize him.
Ji Anning looked down, wishing she could find a hole to crawl into. If this man hadn’t been too drunk to stand on his own, she definitely would have left him to his own devices.
But if he hadn’t been drunk, he wouldn’t have done sothing so deaning.
"The sll of a nouveau riche is so strong."
Watching Ji Chicheng stuff money into the waiter’s hand, Xin Xiaoxiao shook her head and clicked her tongue.
Truth be told, she had never seen Ji Chicheng like this before, not even Qi Helian had.
However, he understood. If the repression wasn’t so painful, so heavy, why would there be a need to resort to drunken madness?
"Absurd, to steal one’s nephew’s wife and flaunt it so openly."
"It’s outrageous."
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