novelraw Chapter 575 - 567: His New Life (Part 6)
Chapter 575 - 567: His New Life (Part 6)
Then she pressed the phone to her other ear, "Loli, is Mr. Charles available to take a call right now?"
"I am Charles."
Before Anning could finish speaking, Charles’s voice came through the receiver.
His tone wasn’t as icy as when she left yesterday; it had returned to its usual mature and low pitch.
"Mr. Charles, I..." Anning pursed her lips, finding it difficult to start.
Ming Yue was prodding her urgently on the side, prompting her to hurry up and speak.
"What is it?" Charles asked, sounding puzzled on the other end.
"It’s like this. My aunt—no, not my aunt... Fenfen’s aunt, the one who was with me yesterday," Anning explained slowly, never getting to the point.
Ming Yue was getting extremely anxious by her side.
Charles on the other line replied patiently, "I know, Fourth Miss."
"Yes." Anning nodded and, under Ming Yue’s relentless urging, blurted out the purpose of her call in one breath: "She is the field host for your L city’s food channel and would like to interview you."
"What does that have to do with me and food?"
Charles asked, confused, and Anning chuckled awkwardly, "It’s... there’s no... "
Relationship!
Before she could get the last two words out, Charles suddenly spoke again, cutting her off, "However, since you have asked, I think I need to give you this respect, but the interview will have to be at my house."
Before Anning could express her surprise that Charles had agreed so readily, Ming Yue snatched the phone from her and started communicating with Charles herself.
"That’s fine, that’s perfectly fine, Mr. Charles."
She smiled ingratiatingly.
Anning was speechless. She should have recorded their conversation from yesterday to see if Ming Yue would still have the nerve to interview him.
The call was made, and Charles had agreed.
But Anning was extremely regretful, feeling that she had been too thoughtless about the matter, not just because she wanted to distance herself from Charles.
It was also because of the enmity between Charles and Ji Zhengdao that she didn’t know about.
Thinking about this, it was no surprise that Charles agreed to Ming Yue’s interview; he was ambitious enough to have made his uncle take his surname Charles, so how could he pass up the chance with Ming Yue voluntarily coming to him?
Anning lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.
She wondered if she should prevent Ming Yue from having any further contact with Charles.
The more she thought, the harder it was to fall asleep, so she simply sat up, looked at the little one sleeping beside her, and then, lightening her movements, carefully got out of bed.
Picking up the water glass from the bedside table, she left the room and glanced habitually at the room opposite hers, which had its door tightly shut.
Tonight, she was the only one at home for dinner; both Ji Chicheng and Ming Yue hadn’t come back.
When she had taken Fenfen to bed around nine o’clock, they still hadn’t returned, and as she lay in bed until now, tossing and turning without sleep, she hadn’t heard any noise outside, so he probably hadn’t come back yet.
He must be on a date, considering they were in the throes of a new romance.
With tightened lips, Anning thought bitterly, her strides lacking any spirit.
The aunt had already gone to bed too, and only a dim light was on in the living room. Anning poured herself a glass of water, sat on the couch, and turned on the TV, flipping and flipping through the channels.
Not a single program piqued her interest, and she finally settled on a midnight movie channel.
She had thought it would be a spy movie, only to find it was a romance.