Pampered by My Ex's Cousin-Chapter 1126 - 1128: He Had Once Stroked Her Head Just Like That (Part 3)
Looking at Qi Helian’s almond-shaped eyes, which softened with her gaze, she tried to mischievously curl the corners of her mouth, "Then I’ll borrow your Minnie for a while. Don’t blame me if you can’t keep up with your work."
Qi Helian chuckled softly, "If I can’t keep up, I won’t shoot. I’ll go shopping with you instead."
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What are they talking about?
Facing the large floor-to-ceiling window overlooking the sea, the man looked out, moving his gaze from the vast ocean to the couple standing across from each other on the street.
The man’s hand rested on the girl’s head. They both had their heads down, their faces unseen, but they had been standing there for a long time.
The girl seemed unhappy. Were they arguing? Was the man trying to console her?
With quiet music flowing through his headphones, basking in the sunlight, Ji Chicheng absentmindedly became engrossed.
Charles walked up beside him, following his gaze, and asked while looking, "What are you looking at?"
His arrival interrupted Ji Chicheng’s thoughts. He turned to Charles and asked, "Have you ever touched my mom’s head like that?"
Charles’s gaze had just reached the couple that Ji Chicheng was watching. Hearing Ji Chicheng’s question, he retracted his gaze and looked at him, stunned for a moment, then smiled, "Of course I have. Don’t be fooled by her quiet elegance. She was actually quite mischievous, often like a little child."
As he spoke, he recalled the past, his face involuntarily revealing a tender smile, longing for those memories of life.
With a slight instinctive sadness and melancholy.
But to Ji Chicheng, he seemed to be boasting, "So childish."
Splashing cold water on Charles, his eyes returned to the floor below, looking back at the spot where the couple had stood. They were gone now.
His right hand, tucked in his pocket, was tightly gripping a diamond ring that had grown hot from his warmth.
Charles looked at him, deliberating before asking, "Cheng, how much do you remember about your mom?"
"Beautiful."
Ji Chicheng gazed into the distance, straining to recall memories of his mother, "Many liked her. Neighbors liked her, argued with their wives over her."
These were his most vivid impressions.
At that time, his mother, just with him, frequently changed their residence because of these unnecessary troubles.
Charles’s face fell, and he angrily scolded, "Those people were nothing but dreamers, likes of foolish toads, and Ji..."
He almost let slip but caught himself in time, still with a stern face, as if wanting to hunt down the foolish toads that once admired his woman and flay them.
After a moment of calm, he spoke again in a heavy tone, "None of them was good enough for your mom."
His tone was tinged with sourness.
"I can’t see you being good enough either." Ji Chicheng gave Charles a sidelong glance, full of disdain.
Then he turned away.
Just at that moment, a tall woman, with an apologetic expression, walked in.
The woman wore a uniform from a dress shop, with a manager’s badge hanging over her chest.
Upon entering, she bowed in apology to Charles, "Mr. Charles, sorry for the poor reception."
Charles snorted coldly, "Is an apology any good?"
Clearly expressing that he didn’t accept such ineffective apologies.
The woman store manager, only showing an apologetic face, didn’t dare to say more, timidly bowing, "Please, this way. The young master’s suits have all been brought over. Would you like to try them one by one?"
"Try them all."
