novelraw Chapter 607 - 599: Showing Off Back Home (Part 7)
Chapter 607 - 599: Showing Off Back Home (Part 7)
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She wondered if her uncle would be angry upon discovering that she had taken Fenfen away after he finished his shower.
She wondered what her uncle was doing now.
She wondered if that vixen next door had gone to harass her uncle again.
She wondered if he had come for her.
With one question leading to another, Ji Anning lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.
The little one beside her slept soundly, her even breathing very clear to Anning’s ears.
Ji Anning restrained the urge to go upstairs to look for Ji Chicheng.
After a struggle into the deep night, she had finally won.
She had slept through until Fenfen woke up and disturbed her from sleep.
After she had Fenfen wash up, she prepared to go downstairs for breakfast with her assistant.
"Miss Niannian, I heard your film wrapped up shooting yesterday, how high are your expectations for it?"
"A netizen took a photo of Miss Niannian last night entering the hotel with a mysterious man, some say it was Mr. Qi, is that true?"
"Is he currently in the room?"
As soon as the door opened, a group of reporters surrounded the entrance, bombarding her with one question after another.
A ’completely baffled’ expression appeared on Ji Anning’s face—she was in a hotel, in a well-managed and service-oriented five-star hotel, right?
How did these reporters get in?
And they were blocking her room door, too. This was totally unreasonable.
A mysterious man? Mr. Qi?
They really knew how to concoct stories.
They really knew how to use big names to attract attention. The times she had even interacted with Qi Helian could be counted on one hand, yet every time these reporters came around, they always managed to bring up Qi Helian.
"Please make way, this is a hotel, I will call security if you don’t leave," the assistant said as she took Fenfen back to the room, then came out to disperse the reporters crowding around Ji Anning.
But the reporters were persistent, and the camera lenses kept snapping pictures of Anning while questions kept coming.
"Miss Niannian, rumors about your romance with Mr. Qi have been circulating for two years now, and foreign media once reported that you two already had children, is that little girl the one?"
"When do you plan to marry Mr. Qi?"
These people really were...
Ji Anning held her forehead while her assistant shielded her and continually repeated a phrase to the reporters: "We have no comment on the questions you’re asking."
No comment!
Those were the four most scheming words in the entertainment industry. Whether it’s true or not, I’ll neither deny nor confirm—I won’t tell you, letting you imagine, guess wildly, and help me stir up publicity.
The reporters continued to ask relentlessly, circling around those same few questions until Anning felt like her ears were about to develop calluses.
"Miss Niannian, there are rumors that at a Fashion event in J City for their tenth anniversary, a man took away the daughter of you and Mr. Qi. Later, that mysterious man was revealed to be your childhood sweetheart’s unmarried uncle. Can you explain this incident?"
Suddenly, someone brought up Ji Chicheng.
A look of nervousness appeared on Ji Anning’s face.
That incident at the Fashion event last time had been suppressed and didn’t receive much coverage, but had it still made its way back to the domestic scene?
As soon as one person brought up the topic, others immediately followed with questions.
"Rumors say that your childhood sweetheart’s fiancé and Mr. Ji Chicheng are fighting for the inheritance of J.C., is that true?"
"Could you reveal what kind of relationship you have with Mr. Ji Chicheng?"
The more they asked, the more convoluted it became.
Ji Anning’s head swam, and she took a few steps back, but the reporters pressed in, as if they were desperate to barge through the door.