Pampered by My Ex's Cousin-Chapter 257 - 251 We Really Got Together (3)

Ji Anning was shocked by Ji Chicheng’s unwavering determination. Even if you are my niece, so what?

Her heart, originally anxious and insecure, gradually gained confidence and courage. She smiled coquettishly, "Then aren’t you afraid of being scolded by others? Aren’t you afraid of Grandpa’s opposition?"

Grandpa would definitely oppose it; he cared so much about face, how could he allow his adopted granddaughter-in-law, who grew up in his own house, to be with his most beloved son...

He valued the younger uncle so highly that even Danning, in his eyes, was not good enough for him, it was a reluctant match.

She had nothing, and apart from her relationship with Ji Jingfeng, just on this point alone, his old man would not accept her.

Ji Anning, lacking in confidence, analyzed in her heart, while Ji Chicheng looked at her and said, "He won’t be with me for a lifetime."

A lifetime... Ji Anning’s heartstrings were struck by these three words, and a wild tide surged within her. She nodded excitedly, her eyes misting over with tears.

The indescribable excitement, the joy of a dream come true, was beyond words.

’Beep’

Suddenly, another car drove past theirs, angrily honking the horn, startling Ji Anning.

She turned her head, and a shiny black sports car flashed past their vehicle.

"Hold tight."

Still recovering from the shock, Ji Chicheng suddenly started the car, called out to her, and the car shot forward like lightning, covering a distance of more than ten meters in an instant.

She was so frightened that she quickly reached out to grab the overhead handhold.

Looking at Ji Chicheng in panic as he fiercely pressed on the accelerator, she asked, "Uncle, why are you driving so fast?"

Ji Chicheng’s gaze was fixed on what lay ahead, and without answering Ji Anning’s question, he just coldly curved his lips, as if he had locked onto a target.

Ji Anning, puzzled, also looked forward, and realizing it was that black sports car that had passed them, honking its horn vigorously, she understood that he was now up against the sports car.

But she was still a little surprised, car racing, competing in speed and driving skills, seemed so out of character for him, who was known for being cold, aloof, reserved, and composed.

Ji Chicheng’s attitude in challenging the other driver was very firm, and Ji Anning did not try to dissuade him or give any warnings.

Because she believed in him; even if it meant scaling a mountain of knives or plunging into a sea of fire, what was there to fear with him by her side?

The owner of the black sports car also seemed to realize that Ji Chicheng was racing him and began showing off his driving skills, daringly cutting in front of Ji Chicheng’s car and then darting away at lightning speed.

Ji Anning was simultaneously terrified and thrilled by the spectacle.

She had never experienced anything like this before. She screamed and she shouted, but it was out of happiness, out of joy.

Every time they were about to catch up, the black sports car would accelerate, taunting them from the front.

Ji Anning felt their car definitely couldn’t match the sports car; she turned to Ji Chicheng and loudly advised, "Uncle, that’s a sports car; our car definitely can’t keep up, let’s not chase it."

"Who says?"

The last thing a man wants is to be defeated in front of the woman he likes, even if that person is a stranger.

Ji Chicheng slammed his foot down on the accelerator to the floor, and with a whoosh, the car rocketed forward, catching up to the black sports car. It seemed as if they were about to crash, but he gripped the steering wheel tightly, swerved sharply around the other car, then spun back and continued to floor the accelerator.

They smoothly overtook the black sports car.