Pampered by My Ex's Cousin-Chapter 813 - 805: Is One Box of TT Enough? (Part 2)

But what if they could be together? Had Yao Yiyang never considered it? Or was it because he wasn’t at the stage where he felt Yuanyuan was indispensable?

So he thought this kind of unrequited affection was quite pleasant.

"We’ve been in touch," Jin Yuanyuan nodded and smiled: "He even sent gifts to Zhen Cheng, and mailed lots of snacks to the children at the school."

Ji Anning noticed that when mentioning that kind-hearted person, Jin Yuanyuan’s voice grew much louder, and her smile was exceptionally bright.

And all of this was undoubtedly involuntary.

This realization left her speechless, and she nodded with a meaningful sigh, "Ah, that kind-hearted person is really nice."

Jin Yuanyuan nodded in agreement, "There are still more good people in the world."

"That kind-hearted person is also from China, didn’t he ever mention wanting to meet you?" Ji Anning suddenly got gossipy.

Jin Yuanyuan frowned in confusion, "Why should he meet me?"

Why meet? Ji Anning was taken aback, right, why should they meet?

After thinking for a moment, she laughed: "Ha... I mean, has he never thought about coming to see Zhen Cheng since he cares so much about him?"

Jin Yuanyuan said, "The fact that he’s donating money is already more than we could express gratitude for, how could we possibly have the nerve to ask him to come a long way to see the kids."

Ji Anning: "..."

She is still as naively honest as ever.

Or maybe, she really is currently undistracted...

In the carriage, the cheerful children’s songs were playing, Zhen Cheng munched on snacks and gradually became less restrained, occasionally even feeding a biscuit to Jin Yuanyuan.

...

In a swimming pool of international competition standard, the man swam back and forth twice, while his assistant patiently waited on the shore with a phone in hand.

"Whose call is it?"

Finally, the man in his fifties swam up to the edge, lifted his head out of the water, and coldly asked his assistant, gripping the railing to pull himself up slowly onto the shore.

"Mr. Charles," a servant immediately offered a bath towel and respectfully draped it over him.

"It’s Mr. Ji Jingfeng from China," the assistant handed the phone to Charles.

Upon hearing this, Charles frowned in confusion, took the phone, then walked and sat down on a chair.

Just as he picked up a new incoming video call, a youthful face of a young man appeared on the screen.

Charles’s lips pressed into a cold, straight line, waiting for Ji Jingfeng to speak.

"Ji Chicheng somehow convinced the shareholders, who were ready to make a move, to rethink their position," Ji Jingfeng said anxiously and angrily.

Charles curled his lips in disdain, "Do you think there’s anything in this world that money can’t solve?"

He raised his eyebrows mockingly while looking at Ji Jingfeng through the video, showing utter contempt.

Ji Jingfeng didn’t understand what he meant, "Mr. Charles."

Charles stated: "Offer them triple the market value, and see if they’ll sell."

"Triple!!!" Ji Jingfeng exclaimed, his mouth agape with shock, "Mr. Charles, did I hear you correctly? Are you saying we should acquire their shares at triple J.C’s current stock value?"

Charles, completely unimpressed by his reaction, asked, "Do you think I have more guts than that ancient relic who died in your family?"

Ji Jingfeng nodded without hesitation, "Yes, my grandfather was always too cautious in his actions, lacking boldness and decisiveness. In this regard, he was indeed not as good as Mr. Charles."

"Just in that aspect?" Charles frowned displeasedly.