His tone, his deanor, didn’t seem like he was joking at all.
Ji Anning leaned in with a gossiping look, stretching her neck towards Ji Chicheng, and asked in a low voice, "Uncle, just how rich are you?"
Ji Chicheng replied nonchalantly, "Just know that I’m very rich. As long as it’s not murder or arson, you can do whatever you want outside."
"Really?" Ji Anning raised an eyebrow, "Even keeping a toy boy?"
Ji Chicheng’s face darkened as he speared a piece of freshly cut beef and offered it to Ji Anning’s lips, "Eat more. I’m afraid you won’t keep up tonight."
Why does this guy not stray far from that kind of topic?
Could it be that it’s really been so long that he can’t hold back?
Ji Anning’s face darkened for a mont, then she said, "Uncle, let’s get married."
Upon hearing this, Ji Chicheng paused his actions, then looked up at Ji Anning.
Initially, Ji Anning had a hint of humor in her suggestion, but under Ji Chicheng’s gaze, her expression and attitude gradually beca serious.
Ji Chicheng’s deep black eyes fixed on her, remaining silent and expressionless for quite a while.
Ji Anning felt a bit awkward and continued in a joking tone, "You earn who knows how much each day, I need to marry you soon to gain more marital assets."
"Hmm." Only then did Ji Chicheng nod, casually and leisurely.
Hmm... what does it an? Does it an he wants to get married?
With a question like this, without a clear answer, how can she guess? What if he didn’t an that and had another intention?
As Ji Anning was feeling depressed, the man’s voice suddenly ca from across the table, "After more than twenty years, your IQ finally showed itself."
Ji Chicheng said, looking up again with his handso face adorned with a smile. He speared another piece of beef, feeding it to Ji Anning.
"Sharp tongue!"
Miss Anning, displeased with Young Master Ji’s sharp tongue, proudly refused his feeding, lowered her head, and picked up a fork to eat by herself.
...
This woman truly takes advantage of being spoiled.
Being pampered by such an excellent man, she’s still so pretentious.
Korea stood outside the restaurant, looking through the glass wall at Ji Anning and Ji Chicheng dining inside, filled with envy, jealousy, and hatred.
Uncle, you told not to use despicable ans, but I’m afraid I can’t manage it.
This man, she desires too much to acquire him.
"Uncle, hurry up and eat, so we can leave soon."
Afraid of delaying Ji Chicheng’s work, after finishing her dessert, Ji Anning hurried to leave.
However, Ji Chicheng continued eating slowly, showing an air of having all the ti in the world.
Ignoring Ji Anning’s urging.
Ji Anning no longer bothered with him, raised her hand and gestured to the bar, "Waiter, bill please."
The waiter promptly ca over after hearing the call.
Ji Chicheng unhurriedly took out his wallet from his pocket, but before opening it, Ji Anning reached over to press his hand down, "I’ll do it."
Both her tone and actions were full of magnanimity.
"A total of twelve hundred." The waiter respectfully placed the receipt on the table for Ji Anning and Ji Chicheng to look over.
Ji Anning rely glanced at it without inspecting carefully, and efficiently handed over the black card she had already prepared to the waiter. She then asked Ji Chicheng across the table, "Is it enough? If not, you can order a little more."
Saying this, she glanced at the table, "I’ll order you another dessert."
Her tone was just like a couple on a date, going out to eat, and the man, worried he’s not taking good enough care of his girlfriend, usually asks thoughtfully.
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