Pampered by My Ex's Cousin-Chapter 1173 - 1175: Leaving Fenfen to Accompany Him (Part 1)

She had a gut feeling that even if he wasn’t here now, he must have been here.

He made this place a forbidden area, allowing no one to enter, just to provide his aunt’s mother with a peaceful resting place.

A place that belonged only to the two of them.

He always wanted to be with his aunt’s mother, no one else but her, and besides... if he really couldn’t let go, it would definitely be to be with his aunt’s mother.

So how could she not come here?

Ji Anning’s steps were swift as she ran towards the cemetery that looked like a house.

It had rained last night, and in this already damp woodland, the plants were still dripping water. Moss had grown in the gaps between the stones on the paved path.

Ji Chicheng worried that Ji Anning might slip, and he quickened his pace, taking large strides.

"Ji Anning, why are you running?"

He caught up with Ji Anning, reached out to pull her back, and scolded her, then looked up and saw the cemetery, his expression changing.

Ji Anning saw the fear in his eyes and turned to follow his gaze. There were flowers blooming profusely around the tall grave, in all colors.

Due to her height, Ji Anning’s view was obstructed.

"Wh... what’s wrong?" 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

She looked at Ji Chicheng nervously and asked softly.

Ji Chicheng didn’t speak, released her hand, and took two steps forward.

Suddenly, he quickened his pace.

"Uncle."

Ji Anning’s heart was pounding with tension.

The butler saw Ji Chicheng’s pale face as he ran towards the cemetery and thought something must have happened, so he quickly followed, "Young Master."

Ji Anning, who had been running the fastest earlier, now couldn’t lift her feet.

She stared blankly in that direction until she heard the butler’s anxious call of ’Mr. Charles,’ and her body trembled suddenly.

Realizing what happened, she finally moved her legs, stepping blankly and slowly towards that side.

Ji Chicheng saw the man lying on the ground, dressed in a white suit, with a light pink silk handkerchief in the breast pocket of his jacket. His beautiful hands were crossed over his chest, his tall body lying straight in front of his... mother’s tombstone.

Without carefully examining the tombstone or gazing longingly at the photo of his mother whom he loved and hated for so many years.

Just his peripheral vision caught sight of those familiar two words, Wucai.

"Mr. Charles, Mr. Charles." The butler squatted down, lifting Charles’s upper body, and started crying as he called.

His cries brought Ji Chicheng back from his daze. He stepped forward, squatted down, and reached out, his hand testing Charles’s lips.

The cold lips still had warmth inside.

He felt a surge of relief, his previously blank eyes suddenly brightened, "He’s still breathing."

Upon hearing this, the butler stopped crying, using the back of his hand to wipe his tear-and-snot-covered face.

"Move aside." Ji Chicheng pushed the butler away, then bent down, lowering his head, his ear close to Charles’s nose and mouth, as one hand reached inside Charles’s clothes.

His tone more assured, "There’s still a heartbeat, quickly call for help."

The butler shouted that Mr. Charles was in trouble, and the guards immediately appeared, four women all over 1.7 meters tall.

They were well-trained, easily lifting Charles, with the butler following behind, organizing things.

Ji Chicheng was about to follow them when something occurred to him, and he stopped in his tracks.