Pampered by My Ex's Cousin-Chapter 779 - 771: Who is the True Master of the Ji Family? (Part 9)
Ji Mingyue frowned, giving Yang Yufang a glance, "Who do you think you are? Just because my dad handed over the company to Jingfeng, don’t assume you can gain power. You are you, Jingfeng is Jingfeng."
Her sharp words left Yang Yufang no dignity.
After speaking, she started her wheelchair and headed to the dining room, with Ji Ruoqian and Ji Xiangting hurrying after her.
"Cousin."
"Ji Mingyue, what kind of attitude is that? I am still your sister-in-law after all."
Having been verbally attacked and insulted by Ji Mingyue, especially in front of Ji Anning, Yang Yufang couldn’t hold back and wanted to catch up to argue.
Lin Yanqin gloated, "Yang Yufang, in this family, you will never have a position, even if you gave birth to a son. The old man didn’t leave you a penny."
Having just been humiliated by Ji Mingyue and now with Lin Yanqin stepping in clearly to provoke her further.
Yang Yufang turned to her with a cold laugh, "As long as he left the company to my son, that’s enough, but all the old man left you were some fixed assets. I want to see how long you and your daughter can live off those."
After speaking, she snorted coldly, ignoring Lin Yanqin and looked towards Ji Anning.
Ji Anning ignored her, lifted her foot, and indifferently walked past her with her head down.
"Anning."
Yang Yufang followed behind Ji Anning, who quickened her pace, clearly indicating she didn’t want her following or talking to her.
Yang Yufang followed Ji Anning all the way to the staircase but got no response, so she reluctantly gave up and turned toward the dining room.
In the living room, only Lin Yanqin was left standing there, seething with frustration at Yang Yufang’s words.
Yang Yufang’s comments had indeed touched her sore and hateful spots: the old man had left her this mansion and several valuable properties, and the total assets amounted to several billion, but how could these compare to the golden-egg-laying company?
The old man had left not even 0.01% shares for her and her daughters, and all she had over this mansion was ownership, not selling rights.
She hated and couldn’t understand the old man’s distribution of his wealth.
She felt it terribly unfair—how could she, Lin Yanqin, be suppressed by Yang Yufang, a lowly woman born of a nightclub hostess?
Absolutely not!
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Ji Anning carried Fenfen upstairs, pausing at her room doorway, glancing at the closed door of the next room, pouting her lips before twisting the door handle and entering.
Turning on the lights, the pitch-dark room brightened up.
The room had been cleaned, and the beddings were new, probably because they knew she was coming back today, so they had opened the windows for ventilation. Now the wind had picked up, and the curtains fluttered.
She closed the door, went inside, set Fenfen down, and then went to close the window. Standing by the window, she instinctively looked at the neighboring room’s balcony, and suddenly saw a tall man’s figure standing there.
By then, he had changed into a comfortable home outfit, his hands tucked into his pockets, looking her way.
With a stern face, as if the whole world owed him money, Ji Anning, seeing him, leaned playfully against the window frame, "What are you looking at?"
"Come here."
The man spoke, his tone commanding Ji Anning to come over.
That handsome face was still as expressionless as ever, and Ji Anning chuckled teasingly, "Look at that face of yours, stretched out like the inside of a loofah."
"Come here," Ji Chicheng ignored Ji Anning’s mockery and repeated, beckoning her to come over.
