Pampered by My Ex's Cousin-Chapter 790 - 782 Fenfen Has Two Dads? (Part 2)

Speaking without expression, he said, "If I remember correctly, in dad’s will, my sister-in-law and Xiangting, you only have fixed assets, and there is no need for you to be involved in the company’s affairs."

After he finished speaking, he stood up, closed his laptop, and headed toward the conference room door.

Assistant Wu, well-trained, packed up all of Ji Chicheng’s things and followed behind him.

"This old man is going to be the death of me. I, Lin Yanqin, have been a widow in the Ji Family for more than a decade, and he treats me like this."

The more Lin Yanqin spoke, the more she felt wronged, and she suddenly burst into tears, "I might as well just die."

She lay on the conference table, crying loudly.

Because there was a grievance in her heart that she really couldn’t swallow, it wasn’t about the property, but about how she had been in an internal battle with Yang Yufang all her life, always held the upper hand, only to be suppressed by her in old age.

Ji Chicheng, who had just stepped out of the conference room, heard Lin Yanqin’s pitiful wailing, paused in his steps, a frown creased his brows, and a look of disgust flickered across his handsome face.

Assistant Wu also stopped, finding Lin Yanqin’s crying too unbearable to listen to, especially in the company, where it had a significant impact.

After a moment’s thought, he consulted with Ji Chicheng, "Young Master, should I go and try to console the madam?"

Ji Chicheng replied coldly, "Lock the door, let her cry it out, and tell her not to come out until she can stop crying for two hours."

After speaking, he lifted his foot and continued to walk forward.

Assistant Wu stood there stunned, his mouth twitching, locking the door, not allowing her to come out if she didn’t stop crying for two hours.

Only the Young Master would do something like this, dared to do something like this.

Ji Chicheng hurried to the entrance and saw Ji Jingfeng supporting Ji Mingyue into the car. He quickly dashed over and grabbed the door that Ji Jingfeng was about to close.

"What are you doing?" Ji Jingfeng looked at Ji Chicheng, his expression a bit tense.

Ji Chicheng ignored him, he wanted to get into the car, but Ji Jingfeng stood in his way, not letting him in.

His brows twisted, he gave Ji Jingfeng a cold glare, "Move aside."

His tone was commanding.

Ji Jingfeng didn’t let go. He looked at Ji Jingfeng with a frown and a sense of grievance, "Uncle, what are you doing? Can’t I take my aunt home?"

"Is she your aunt?" Ji Chicheng snorted coldly, then reached out his hand and forcefully pushed Ji Jingfeng aside.

The push was not gentle at all; Ji Jingfeng staggered back several steps, nearly falling.

His question turned both Jingfeng and Yang Yufang pale. Seeing Ji Chicheng about to get into the car, Yang Yufang quickly stepped forward to stop him. She recklessly grabbed Ji Jingfeng’s arm and held him back, "Chicheng, Jingfeng is your nephew after all, and now he’s the president of J.C; isn’t it inappropriate for you to be shouting at her like this?"

So far, aside from Ji Anning, no one else had dared to grab him like that. Ji Chicheng frowned, and the disgust showing on his face was more than apparent.

"Let go!"

He barked coldly at Yang Yufang, no matter who she was.

Yang Yufang got so scared that she flinched, her hands slightly loosened, and Ji Chicheng, bending down, squeezed his tall figure into the car.

"Mr. Ji, I was just about to look for you, the photos from the other day have come out."

Just then, a white Buick car stopped behind them, and a young man dressed in casual clothes got out. He walked toward Ji Jingfeng with a slight smile.

When Ji Jingfeng saw the man, his nervous and pale face suddenly revived. He approached the man and said loudly while walking, "Journalist Zheng, I was just about to look for you too. I have groundbreaking news for you, enough to keep you busy for half a year."