Pampered by My Ex's Cousin-Chapter 821 - 813: Is One Box of TT Enough? (Part 10)

Ji Chicheng’s large hand was still inside Ji Anning’s clothes, caressingly overwhelming as he flirted while conducting a video conference.

Ji Anning was extremely uncomfortable, but the man’s simply dressed and powerful arms held her tightly, making it impossible for her to struggle free. Moreover, he then grabbed her other hand, forcing her to submit.

"Young master, are you listening?"

The person on the other side had been speaking well but suddenly stopped, unsure whether Ji Chicheng was listening to him.

Ji Chicheng frowned, "Did I say I wasn’t listening?"

’Cough cough...’

The young man coughed twice, secretly rolling his eyes as if to say, if you won’t let me see, at least make some noise occasionally to let me know I’m not talking to myself.

Then he immediately continued, "It’s from a bank in Country Y, directly transferred into the J.C account, and the largest shareholder of that bank is Yue Sen Charles."

Charles again.

Hearing this name, Ji Anning straightened her back, looking at Ji Chicheng with concern.

"Uncle, does that mean the shares Ji Jingfeng acquired were all manipulated by Charles?"

For a moment, she forgot that Ji Chicheng was still in a video conference.

Ji Chicheng raised his hand, placed a finger over Ji Anning’s lips, and gave her a look that signaled her to be silent.

Only then did Ji Anning realize, turning to glance at the computer screen where the young man showed a look of surprise, "Young master, is there someone with you?"

Ji Anning quickly hunched over, burying her head into Ji Chicheng’s chest.

Ji Chicheng did not answer the man’s question, instead asking, "What’s happening on Charles’s end?"

The man said, "He has canceled all his schedules and activities from the second to the fifth of next month, planning to personally fly over to China in his newly purchased plane."

Upon hearing this, Ji Chicheng frowned, enigmatically curved his lips, then looked back at the screen and said, "Send out the gifts we’ve prepared for those shareholders."

The man, uncertain, asked, "Are we taking action?"

Ji Chicheng pursed his lips, remaining silent for a long time.

Both Ji Anning and the man on the video waited for his response.

Suddenly, he stretched out his hand, lightly touched the computer screen, and turned his camera on.

Ji Anning was stunned. By the time she realized what was happening, they were already appearing on the screen, she sitting on his lap, his arms wrapped around her waist, and his chin resting on her shoulder.

This... this... this...

Ji Anning was dumbfounded again as the other’s screen shrank to the upper right corner, suddenly revealing the scene on Ji Chicheng’s side, his face baffled.

Mouth agape, in disbelief.

"Hmm."

Ji Chicheng then responded, and he reached out again, this time abruptly ending the video call.

"Uncle, you’re shameless." Ji Anning cursed, and the next second she was pressed down onto the couch by the man.

His tall body, heavily, lay on top of her.

But instead of kissing her as usual, he just stood his head up, watching her.

Ji Anning blinked, looking back at Ji Chicheng’s slightly upturned and tantalizingly seductive eyes, and she swallowed saliva that had pooled in her mouth, staying at her throat.

She... she was just conquered by his face, losing even the strength to struggle.

Unable to control herself, the hands she had intended to use to push him away lifted instead, wrapped around his neck, and came full circle, the pink diamond ring on her right ring finger gleaming in the light as if a meteor had swept past her eyes.