Pampered by My Ex's Cousin-Chapter 814 - 806: Is One Box of TT Enough? (Part 3)

Ji Jingfeng hastily changed his statement, "If we define success by accomplishments, then of course my grandfather is not as successful as Mr. Charles."

Charles was very satisfied with his answer.

After all, he loved to hear anything that disparaged Ji Zhengdao, the more the better.

With a smile, he looked at Ji Jingfeng again, his lips curling into a sneer, "However, that old stubborn Ji Zhengdao did have some insight in judging people."

Charles made no effort to hide his disdain for Ji Jingfeng, "Because he didn’t hand over the shares to you."

Ji Jingfeng frowned, becoming displeased, "Mr. Charles, what do you mean by that?"

He put his hand on the table, his fist clenched tightly because of Charles’s previous contemptuous remark. Charles glanced at it and continued sharply, "It’s quite clear, compared to Ji Chicheng, you indeed fall far short."

As he spoke, he reached for the juice a servant had brought over, took a sip, and then said with a laugh, "Although I do find his stubbornness and pride, along with his foul mood, quite troublesome, I must admit, he has great spirit and talent. If J.C were in his hands, it would surely reach new heights."

On the video call, Ji Jingfeng was so angry he couldn’t speak.

No... it would be more accurate to say he was too angry to speak, only able to clench his fists tightly in restraint.

Charles watched him and slowly curled his lips into a smile, feeling particularly pleasant.

Oh, Ji Zhengdao, if that stubborn old man of yours were still alive to see your grandson humiliated by me, yet not daring to let out even a fart, I wonder how he would react?

Imagining pleasantly to himself for a while, he then changed the subject, "However, if you obediently follow my plan, J.C will certainly be yours in the future."

Upon hearing this, Ji Jingfeng immediately dropped his face that was uglier than a pig’s liver, and flattered Charles again, "Mr. Charles, with your success, I will definitely learn well from you."

During this conversation, his hands remained tightly clenched into fists.

And as a conqueror like Charles, he enjoyed this feeling, you clearly despise me, yet you have to curry favor with me.

He lazily leaned back in the chair, commanding Ji Jingfeng in a kingly tone, "Buy those shares for me at three times the price."

Ji Jingfeng nodded, "I understand."

Charles didn’t say anything more and extended his hand to cut off the video call.

Then he leaned sideways, his hand holding a drink propped under his cheek, his lips hooked in interest, "Little handsome guy, you messed up even with double the price, now I really want to see how capable you are."

Talking to himself, he looked up and instructed his assistant, "Clear my schedule for two days at the beginning of April, I’m planning to go to China."

"Yes."

...

Fearing to draw a crowd, Ji Anning didn’t dare to enter the gates of T University. She drove around the campus with Jin Yuanyuan while Zhen Cheng slept.

The car stopped at the main entrance of T University. The winter had just passed, the trees were barren, and the setting sun cast a melancholic glow.

Ji Anning looked at the campus, and although she felt little attachment, at that moment, her heart was deeply moved.

She had made such a tremendous effort to get admitted to this prestigious institution that many could only dream of.

Lost in thought for a while, Ji Anning came back to her senses only when her view was blocked by someone standing outside the car window. She looked up to see a man in his sixties who looked somewhat familiar.

She hurriedly rolled down the window.

"Mr. Ji, is it?"