novelraw Chapter 422 - 416: We Are All Adults, Why Can’t We Take It? (Part 5)
Chapter 422 - 416: We Are All Adults, Why Can’t We Take It? (Part 5)
She stared blankly at Ji Mingyue, her pretty little face immediately showing five distinct claw marks.
Ji Chicheng also hadn’t expected Ji Mingyue to hit Ji Anning, and by the time he reacted, it was already too late; that crisp sound, as if it had struck his own face.
"Who let you hit her!" He grabbed the hand with which Ji Mingyue had struck Ji Anning, his eyes red with fury as he glared at her.
Carrying a murderous aura.
Not just Ji Mingyue, but Ji Anning too was shocked, forgetting her pain. Seeing his look, as if he were about to tear Ming Yue apart, she stood with her mouth agape, her eyes moistening.
She bit her trembling lips, choosing to bear the pain and turn around to enter her room.
"Ji Chicheng!"
After Anning had entered her room, an angry reprimand from the elder, full of warning, came from outside the door.
Followed by Ji Chicheng’s roar, "Get the hell out of here!"
The trembling in his voice, like hammer blows, struck Anning’s heart. She could no longer control herself and, leaning against the door, slowly slid down to sit on the floor, hugging her knees and weeping silently.
"Uncle, Uncle..."
...
What should have been a dinner welcoming guests, with everyone supposed to be present, turned into chaos—neither Ji Chicheng, Ji Anning, nor Ji Mingyue participated.
Ji Anning stood under the shower, letting the warm water cascade over her as she kept her eyes closed.
A fingertip’s pain is heart-deep. The wounds on the tips of her ten fingers stung as the raw water infiltrated them, making her heart contract in pain. The deeper wounds began to bleed, mixing with the running water and draining away.
She didn’t know how long she had been like that when suddenly she opened her eyes, dizzy and almost falling over. Looking down at her hands, she saw three fingers still bleeding profusely, with blood spraying out so much that the shower couldn’t wash the drops on the floor away in time.
She quickly turned off the shower, grabbed a towel to wrap herself, took a couple of steps to steady herself on the washbasin, and fumbled her way out of the bathroom.
From the desk drawer, she found a bottle of Yunnan Baiyao, a hemostatic powder.
She sprinkled plenty on the three bleeding fingers, and the bleeding stopped.
"Your blood doesn’t behave, so you must—always have some handy when you go out."
Smelling the medicinal scent, Ji Anning looked toward the bottle and suddenly heard Ji Chicheng’s words again in her ear. She reached for the bottle and threw it in the trash can.
Getting up, she walked to her bed and collapsed onto it.
Tossing and turning, unable to sleep.
Destined for a sleepless night, it wasn’t until dawn was breaking that Ji Anning finally dozed off a little. She woke up early but didn’t want to go downstairs to face the whole family.
After freshening up in her room for a while, she waited until breakfast was almost over before she took her bag and left.
As she opened the door,
her vision went black, and the next second, she had been pushed back by a man who had been waiting at the door, pinned against the wall.
A familiar scent washed over her, and Anning turned her face away, holding her breath.
"Wait for me," the man’s cold, deep voice resonated above her, "I’ll give you what you want."
It was at that moment that Anning suspected her own blood was actually cold.
Otherwise, facing such a man, why would she care about blood relations, what others thought, or whether to have children or not.
Yet she still chose to care about all these things, letting him down.
"Uncle, although you are a generation older than me, we are all adults. Why can’t you handle this?" Anning lifted her head and looked at Chicheng with a face full of mockery.
Chicheng’s face darkened ominously at her words, "Heh, knowing I can’t handle it, you still dared."