Pampered by My Ex's Cousin-Chapter 902 - 895: Such a Diva Celebration Banquet (Part 10)

Ji Chicheng’s fingers suddenly tightened, and it’s very likely he’ll erupt in the next moment. Ji Anning’s hand was held by him, and she felt the pain.

She lowered her head, wondering if this brainless guy was here to help Ji Jingfeng insult her.

As she was thinking, the voice from the other side sounded again, "I’ve seen you on TV as well, you’re even prettier in person than on television. Is Ji Jingfeng’s brain broken, how could he not want you?"

Ji Anning: "..."

This kid is doomed.

"Hmm, so you guys are the same." Ji Chicheng’s other hand formed a fist and fiercely punched the man’s face.

With one punch, the man almost fainted, stumbling several steps before steadying himself, blood even came out from his teeth. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

He lifted his head, covered his face, and glared angrily at Ji Chicheng, "Why are you hitting people?"

Ji Chicheng sneered, "Because your face says ’I need a beating’. I’m just fulfilling your wish."

After saying that, he jumped forward and punched the man’s chest again. The man clutched his chest, screamed in pain, then clenched his fists and tried to retaliate.

Charged at Ji Chicheng.

But before he could touch him, Ji Chicheng kicked him flying.

"What’s with Uncle, so angry."

Ji Chicheng was ready to continue chasing him down when suddenly a figure dashed over and blocked in front of the man, warding off Ji Chicheng.

It was Ji Jingfeng.

He looked apologetically at Ji Chicheng, "This is my classmate, I don’t know how he offended Uncle, I’m here to apologize on his behalf."

As he spoke, he bowed deeply to Ji Chicheng, appearing very sincere.

Ji Anning watched his actions and sneered internally. She really never thought Ji Jingfeng was so dumb before, but now she finds him getting dumber.

He probably thinks this gesture will earn him praise from everyone, and if Ji Chicheng is difficult now, everyone would surely say Ji Chicheng is petty and aggressive, not even giving face to his nephew.

But he is Ji Chicheng, and the words ’fear of public opinion’ don’t exist in his dictionary. When has Ji Jingfeng ever seen him care about others’ opinions?

This is finding trouble.

"Who do you think you are?"

Ji Chicheng gave Ji Jingfeng a disdainful look, stepped past him, and continued to advance towards Ji Jingfeng’s classmate.

The guy retreated until he reached the table with nowhere to go. His hand reached back for a bottle, lifted it with both hands, and faced Ji Chicheng.

Ji Anning panicked and grabbed Ji Chicheng.

Ji Chicheng calmly smiled, and continued to step closer to the man, unafraid of the bottle in his hands.

"Don’t be afraid, I’m just helping you wipe the blood off your mouth."

He leaned close to the man’s face, a demonic grin appearing at the corner of his mouth. He reached to the table behind, pulled out some tissues, and helped the man wipe the blood from his mouth.

Then, he raised both hands, tidied the man’s shirt, and leaned towards his ear, "Who is she?"

The man’s eyes turned towards Ji Anning, and he answered in a trembling voice, "Ji... Ji Madam."

Ji Chicheng’s dark eyes narrowed, a fierce gleam flashed from within, he raised an eyebrow and further questioned, "Madam who?"

He raised his voice.

The man, frightened, quickly replied, "Yours."

Ji Chicheng was still unsatisfied, "Whose was she before?"

"She’s always been your madam, Young Master Ji." The man said, lowering his head, sliding down along the edge of the table, squatting, and cradling his head.