Pampered by My Ex's Cousin-Chapter 901 - 894: Such a Grand Celebration Banquet (Part 9)

Assistant Wu parked the car and caught up with Ji Chicheng and Ji Anning at the elevator entrance.

"Has Qingsong arrived?" Ji Chicheng glanced at Assistant Wu and asked.

Assistant Wu nodded, "He got off the plane and is on his way."

His son had returned home, and the old man’s excitement and thrill were hard to conceal.

Ji Chicheng made a sound of acknowledgment, and as the elevator arrived, he held Ji Anning’s hand and entered.

They arrived relatively late; most people were already there. The largest banquet hall at the Hairui Hotel was filled with familiar faces.

Familiar not because they met often, but because they were frequently seen in newspapers and magazines.

Seeing the crowded heads and the lavishly decorated hall, Ji Anning blinked, somewhat dazed, "This celebration banquet is way too grand, too ostentatious."

Are we sure this is just a celebration banquet and not some business cocktail or engagement party?

Ji Chicheng smirked, "I think it’s more than just a celebration banquet."

Saying this, he strode in further, always holding Ji Anning’s hand.

Others had women clutching onto men, showing their dependency, but he held hands, a gesture of affection and indulgence.

Ji Anning didn’t understand what Ji Chicheng meant and curiously asked him, "Is there some kind of conspiracy going on?"

"Just wait and see, won’t you?"

The faint smile at the corner of Ji Chicheng’s mouth became more intriguing.

Ji Anning’s curiosity was usually not strong, especially in matters unrelated to her.

So she didn’t continue to question Ji Chicheng, her eyes scanned around the banquet hall, noting the cheerful melody and festive atmosphere.

"Ji Shao, it’s rare to see you."

A tall, slender young man approached, about the same age as Ji Chicheng, holding a glass of red wine.

Greeted Chicheng, then glanced at Ji Anning, deliberated a bit, and smiled saying, "Madam Ji."

Last time when Ji Chicheng drunkenly threw money at a server calling his wife didn’t count, this was the first time someone addressed her like this.

Ji Anning felt very embarrassed, nodded slightly at the other person, and instinctively leaned a little closer to Ji Chicheng.

"I don’t seem to know you," Ji Chicheng responded coldly.

Ji Anning: "..."

Can’t you just pretend to know them? Do you have to embarrass them like this? Honestly, he really doesn’t fear offending people.

Etiquette, face, politeness, what are those to him?

A touch of embarrassment flashed across the man’s sharp, chiseled thin face, but he quickly composed himself, smiling at Ji Chicheng, "I was a college classmate of your Ji Jingfeng, and we got along well."

Damn, does this guy not understand the Ji Family’s dynamics, or is he doing it on purpose?

Doesn’t he know that Ji Chicheng doesn’t think much of Ji Jingfeng, and Ji Jingfeng sees Ji Chicheng as a nemesis?

Ji Chicheng nodded nonchalantly, "Hmm, that’s evident."

What? He could even figure that out? 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

To know someone’s friends just by looking at their face, she gives him a ninety-nine out of a hundred for that bluff, deducting one point in case he gets arrogant.

But it was clear he was being sarcastic.

The other person also sensed it but didn’t show any displeasure, once again looking at Ji Anning, boldly assessing her, "You must be Jingfeng’s childhood sweetheart, the little bride?"

This guy, so clueless in conversations, genuinely brainless, conclusion confirmed.