Pampered by My Ex's Cousin-Chapter 1099 - 1101: You’re My Father’s Killer, Aren’t You? (Part 4)
Who is the girl in my dreams, the one who always hides away to cry?
How old is he now? Is the man claiming to be his father really his father? Where did his mother go?
Why, why can’t he remember anything? Just occasionally, blurred images flash in his mind, of the girl crying and calling for him to save her.
The large floor-to-ceiling windows, ample sunlight spills into the room, casting onto the man, yet unable to dispel the gloom and somberness on his thin, handsome face.
Over two months have passed, his hair has grown back, so why can’t he remember anything?
"Why aren’t you wearing shoes again?"
Charles pushed the door open, seeing Ji Chicheng standing in front of the window, barefoot. He scolded him with a pained heart, then noticed Ji Chicheng’s shoes by the bathroom door, bent to pick them up, and walked over to him.
He placed the shoes on the ground and told him, "Put them on."
Ji Chicheng pulled his gaze back from outside the window, glanced at the shoes on the floor, lifted his foot, and put them on.
Then he slowly turned around, bent over to sit on the chair, picked up a glass of water, cradling it in both hands, absentmindedly rubbing the rim with his pale, slender fingers.
His eyelids drooped thoughtfully.
Charles watched him like this, frowned, bent to sit on another chair, cast a glance at the medicine bottles on the table, and asked Ji Chicheng, "Have you taken your medicine?"
"Yes." Ji Chicheng nodded.
Suddenly, he lifted his eyelids and looked at Charles, his deep, bright, black eyes as if trying to see through him.
Charles felt a bit guilty under that gaze, "What’s wrong? Why are you looking at your daddy like that?"
"What have I forgotten? Who is that girl?" Ji Chicheng continued to stare unblinkingly at Charles, not missing a single reaction or expression.
Charles secretly took a deep breath and straightened his back to cover his guilt, pretending to be puzzled, "Which girl?"
Staring hard under Ji Chicheng’s gaze, he didn’t dare let his eyes flicker even a bit.
Afraid that any clue would be noticed by him.
He couldn’t tell him yet, damn it, even the doctor daddy hasn’t been called yet by him, this brat, could it be his hatred for him before the amnesia was already bone-deep?
He hadn’t done anything too heinous to him, hadn’t he just nearly snatched his wife? 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢
Cough cough... the hatred of stealing one’s wife... seems quite deep indeed.
Mr. Charles, brooding, was lost in thought, and Ji Chicheng looked at him again, asking with certainty in his tone, "Why don’t you want me to remember the past?"
Charles’s gaze flickered uncontrollably, and he awkwardly straightened his back again, making himself look like a righteous person.
He still didn’t answer, but questioned back, "Why do you think so?"
Ji Chicheng didn’t answer the question either, "Actually, you are not my father, you are my father’s enemy, aren’t you?"
Charles: "..."
Damn, I’m standing here just fine, who in this world could kill your father me?
But more annoyingly, do I really look like that kind of person who would kill without reason to him?
Even though I might seem like that type, but... is it that obvious?
Charles twitched his mouth for a while, then deliberately used a scolding tone to say to Ji Chicheng, "Don’t talk nonsense, if you don’t believe me, I can show you our DNA test results. I also have many photos with your mother, haven’t you seen them?"
At the mention of his mother, Ji Chicheng’s heart shuddered again. His black eyes continued to stare intently at Charles, "Where did she go?"
