novelraw Chapter 428 - 422: Fair Competition (4)
Chapter 428 - 422: Fair Competition (4)
Once he got out of the car, Ji Jingfeng refused to let the driver assist him, pushing him away; the driver followed behind with trepidation.
Ji Jingfeng caught up with Ji Anning and seized her hand again; he gripped it tightly, and Ji Anning couldn’t pull away as the two of them entered the house amidst their tugging and pulling.
Fearing others might not be asleep yet, she endured her revulsion and held hands with Ji Jingfeng as they went inside.
"Grandfather!"
Indeed, upon entering, the old man was still sitting in the living room, with the TV on, its volume low.
Seeing the old man, Ji Jingfeng let go of Ji Anning’s hand and staggered over to sit next to the elder, affectionately hugging his arm, "Grandfather, I missed Anning and just went to bring her back."
The old man looked at Ji Jingfeng’s drunken appearance and frowned sternly.
It took a while before he suppressed the anger in his heart, "Look at the state you’re in."
Scowling with disdain at Ji Jingfeng, the old man then turned his gaze to Ji Anning, his eyes immediately softening, "Anning, help him upstairs to sleep."
Ji Anning didn’t reply to the old man. With a cold face, she approached Ji Jingfeng, took his arm, and helped him get up.
In the presence of the old man, Ji Jingfeng was quite docile toward Ji Anning, cooperating as she helped him to his feet to ascend the stairs.
The diminutive figure of Ji Anning, supporting the tall frame of Ji Jingfeng, struggled considerably.
But he insisted on leaning heavily on her, shifting his weight onto her.
It was difficult to go upstairs; when they reached the door to Ji Jingfeng’s room, Ji Anning pushed it open, then told him, "You go to sleep."
"Ji Anning, you must sleep here tonight," said Ji Jingfeng as he wrapped his arms around her waist and dragged her into the room.
After entering, he immediately locked the door behind them.
"Ji Jingfeng, don’t you think you’re being childish for a grown man?" Ji Anning snapped in anger.
With a sarcastic look on his face, Ji Jingfeng retorted, "Ha, since you’re marrying me for fame and wealth, why pretend to be a paragon of virtue?"
Then he suddenly turned cold, his words seething with anger, "I, Ji Jingfeng, am not that perverse, to sleep with a dirty woman who has been with my uncle."
"If you’re not in my room when we wake up tomorrow morning, your affair with Ji Chicheng will be known to the world."
Having said that, Ji Jingfeng took his pajamas and entered the bathroom.
His steps were still unsteady, but he was clearly not as drunk as he had been earlier, suggesting he had been pretending all along.
’If you’re not in my room when we wake up tomorrow morning, your affair with Ji Chicheng will be known to the world...’
Ji Anning planned to take the opportunity to escape, but Ji Jingfeng’s warning echoed in her ears.
She paused in her steps.
You married me for fame and wealth, so why pretend to be a paragon of virtue?
Indeed, what was she still caring about? Did she still want to be with him?
Perhaps... she should let her heart die even more thoroughly.
...
Covered with her down jacket, Ji Anning curled up on the sofa for the entire night, dozing off a few times but always waking up out of fear.
The agony was indescribable.
"Grandfather, did Jingfeng and Ji Anning come back last night?"
Every morning, apart from the housemaids, the earliest risers were the high-schooler Ji Ruoqian and the old gentleman.
Without changing her clothes, Ji Ruoqian scurried downstairs and came up to the old man reading his newspaper, curiously asking him.
"This is their home; what’s so strange about them coming back?" the old man glanced at Ji Ruoqian and returned his focus to the newspaper in his hands.