Ji Niandong had a gut feeling that she would return to this hotel, and sure enough, she waited for her again, but she still couldn’t get in.
She just wanted to ask her one thing: was she really going to abandon her? Or was there so unspeakable reason? At least, make it clear to her. Even if... even if she was truly going to abandon her, she would absolutely pack up and return ho, never to bother again!
But before she could wait for her, she encountered Lu Beichen. Ji Niandong was extrely happy; he was such a good person and would definitely bring her in. Yet, he made her wait outside the car.
The anticipation was excruciating, and Ji Niandong was directly dragged away by him, ultimately missing this chance. However, spending ti with Little Uncle was quite pleasant.
When she t Tong Songlin again, she decisively stepped forward and grabbed her, refusing to let go no matter how the bodyguards tried to stop her.
Tong Songlin, bothered by the entanglent, spoke, "This fan is too enthusiastic. I’ll have a word with her!"
Though referred to as a fan, at least it was a chance to talk. Ji Niandong, clutching her clothes tightly, nervously followed her into the hotel. This hotel was luxurious and high-end, just like Tong Songlin’s current grand and noble deanor, making her seem out of place.
"Sit down!" Tong Songlin directly led her to a booth in the restaurant. If it weren’t for recently acquiring this hotel, she absolutely wouldn’t have co a second ti, encountering this ticking ti bomb.
"Mom!" Ji Niandong called out, her heart filled with a sense of relief, "I’ve been looking for you in Paris for so long, I thought I wouldn’t find you. But I didn’t expect that heaven helps those who help themselves. I’ve been looking for you, almost searched all over New City! And here in Paris, I found you!"
Her words were sowhat incoherent, her entire being restless with excitent.
The look of disgust on Tong Songlin’s face grew stronger, but Ji Niandong didn’t notice at all, calling out again, "Mom, you..."
"Shut up!" she said coldly, "Don’t call that!"
The cold and distant feeling left Ji Niandong stunned for a mont, but then she cheerfully said, "Then I won’t address you like that!"
She sensibly said, "I know it’s inconvenient. I’m already very happy that you can talk to . I ca to find you, hoping that..."
"I don’t want to know what you want!" she softly interrupted Ji Niandong’s words, her eyes filled with disdain, "Go back to the country imdiately. Don’t stay here, and don’t let anyone know our relationship."
"Is it inconvenient for you to acknowledge ?" Ji Niandong asked instinctively, taking a breath, "If it’s inconvenient, just tell . I promise not to disturb your life, I..."
"Why should I acknowledge you? Who are you?" she almost didn’t give her a direct glance, "Thinking of you as an enthusiastic fan, I spoke a few words to you. Don’t be ignorant, go back to your country early, and stop pestering !"
Tong Songlin directly got up to leave, took a step, then turned and said, "Back then, not strangling you, letting you live, so live obediently. Otherwise, if you affect , I’m not sure if it’s still not too late to strangle you now?"
Strangle her?!
Ji Niandong sat in the chair, her entire body stiffening as if a bucket of ice-cold water had been poured over her head.
"Wait a minute!" Ji Niandong stood up and shouted, tears streaming down her face, "Today is my eighteenth birthday, at least, at least bless once, okay?"
Tong Songlin snorted coldly, leaving without looking back.
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