Ji Chicheng clenched his fists, resting his chin on them, thought for a mont, and instructed Assistant Wu, "Let’s go ho."
Originally, they were heading to the hospital, but Assistant Wu imdiately changed direction.
Without the old master, the Ji Family appeared much more dispirited on the surface. Lin Yanqin’s niece and nephew who had returned from overseas were staying with Ji Ruoqian and Ji Xiangting at the Lin Family during this ti.
The atmosphere at the Ji Family grew even colder and gloomier.
In the large living room, only Ji Mingyue sat in a wheelchair, the television was on, yet she was staring blankly at the screen, lost in thought.
"Fourth Miss, the Young Master is back."
The butler followed Ji Chicheng and the others into the house and greeted Ji Mingyue.
Ji Mingyue finally snapped back to reality, looking towards the entrance, seeing the group entering, especially noticing Ji Anning. Her expression darkened slightly, then saw Wu Qingsong following behind them.
She was first a bit stunned, then exclaid with a surprised smile, "Qingsong, you’re back."
"Miss Ming Yue." Wu Qingsong nodded lightly to Ji Mingyue, quickened his pace, and walked up to her.
Glancing at Ji Mingyue’s legs, his eyes showed a trace of pity.
"When did you get back, kid?"
Having played together in their youth, Ji Mingyue was delighted to see Wu Qingsong and gestured to the sofa, inviting, "Co over and sit."
Wu Qingsong smiled and walked over, "Just arrived this evening."
"This Assistant Wu didn’t even tell ." Ji Mingyue scolded Assistant Wu with a glance, then looked at Wu Qingsong, chatting about the years they’ve missed.
Ji Anning rarely saw such a bright smile on Ji Mingyue’s face again.
She even smiled sweetly like a young girl.
Considering the ti Assistant Wu spent with Grandpa, Aunt must have known Wu Qingsong even earlier than Ji Chicheng.
Uncle joined the Ji Family when he was ten, the sa year she entered the Ji Family.
So childhood friends eting is especially joyful.
"You host the press conference tomorrow."
Ji Chicheng suddenly spoke up, interrupting Ji Mingyue and Wu Qingsong’s conversation.
Ji Mingyue looked up, puzzled at Ji Chicheng, "What press conference?"
"I’ve arranged for you to go abroad early next month. I’ll temporarily take over your position as president until you return."
It seed unrelated, but the answer was actually given.
Ji Mingyue is not currently the president of J.C. If he says he’ll temporarily take her place, tomorrow’s press conference is definitely about promoting her to the position.
Suddenly, even Ji Anning felt it was too abrupt.
It’s just tonight; can they manage so much?
Overthrowing Ji Jingfeng isn’t just up to them; after all, there’s still the board of directors, and surely other directors need to vote on it.
"Ji Chicheng, I don’t want to take over the company. I’m a cripple now. Have you seen anyone managing a company from a wheelchair?" Ji Mingyue coldly mocked herself, "Attending etings in a wheelchair, speaking to others all looking up..."
Ji Chicheng couldn’t listen anymore, harshly interrupting her, "I told you, arrangents are being made for you to seek treatnt in the U.S. next month. It’s not impossible, and even if it is impossible, will you just give up on yourself and wait to die?"
His emotions were a bit stirred, his tall fra slightly trembling.
"Uncle!"
Ji Anning grabbed his arm, giving it a hard pull, and then glared at him reproachfully before imdiately looking at Ji Mingyue.
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