Pampered by My Ex's Cousin-Chapter 908: Let the Whole World Know About Your Disgusting Relationship (Part 6)
At this moment, Assistant Wu hurriedly ran over with a phone in hand, tiptoeing to whisper in Ji Chicheng’s ear, "Young Master, news just came from Lawyer Liu that Jingfeng has mortgaged about ten percent of the shares he acquired to Charles."
Ji Chicheng clenched his fists tightly, and a deep murderous intent surged in his dark and fierce eyes.
He did not speak, but strode towards the front door with heavy steps.
As he walked past Charles, his pace didn’t falter, his face cold as they brushed shoulders.
Charles merely turned his face slightly, giving him a smile, then turned to nod at Xin Hailong.
Ji Jingfeng was a bit dumbfounded, stepping back two steps blankly, watching Charles, surrounded by the crowd, talking and laughing.
He could not swallow his anger, gritting his teeth, and rushed over furiously.
"Mr. Charles, what do you mean by this?"
Ji Jingfeng rushed up to Charles and reached out to grab his collar, but two of Charles’s bodyguards immediately stepped forward, each grabbing one of Ji Jingfeng’s arms, pushing him far away.
Then they retreated behind Charles again, as Charles stepped forward, smiling as he approached Ji Jingfeng, "President Ji, our great CEO of J.C."
His smile was full of sarcasm.
Ji Jingfeng was furious and embarrassed, "I’m asking you what you mean by this? We agreed that the shares were just..."
He suddenly stopped halfway through his sentence, stammering.
Charles raised an eyebrow, "Just what?"
Ji Jingfeng couldn’t continue, and Charles went on, "You needed money, and exchanged shares with me, what’s wrong with that?"
Upon hearing this, the scene erupted.
"I never expected the great J.C. to run out of money, to the point of having to buy shares to make ends meet."
"So is J.C. going bankrupt?"
"..."
Hearing these discussions, Ji Jingfeng’s eyes turned red with anger, glaring at Charles with hatred, "Yue Sen. Charles, you’re screwing me over!"
He gritted his teeth, raising a fist to strike Charles.
Charles’s expression changed, instantly transforming from an angel to a demon, exuding a bone-chilling coldness, and the noisy scene suddenly went silent.
Even Ji Jingfeng’s raised fist seemed to freeze in the air, not daring to move forward an inch.
"This young man doesn’t know how to speak, teach him a lesson."
Charles’s icy voice instructed the two bodyguards beside him, then he turned and disappeared from everyone’s sight.
’Ah...’
’Pain... pain...’
Behind came the screams of Ji Jingfeng’s agony, and the frightened exclamations of the onlookers.
...
Throughout the journey, Ji Chicheng said not a single word, his face menacingly gloomy.
Assistant Wu drove the car, and Wu Qingsong sat in the front passenger seat, the atmosphere inside the car so oppressive that no one dared to breathe.
Ji Anning stared at Ji Chicheng for a while, moving closer to him, snuggling up to him, wrapping her arms around his, resting her head on his shoulder.
She felt uneasy inside; if it weren’t for her considerations, he wouldn’t have given Ji Jingfeng a chance to stir up trouble.
She took one of his hands, interlocking fingers with him, "We often only find the courage to act recklessly after being wounded all over."
Ji Chicheng finally responded; he turned his head and kissed Ji Anning on the top of her head, then lifted his other hand, patting her hand gently.
Comforting her.
"Just now, Chairman Liu told me that Charles is actually willing to pay three times the price for those small shares..."
Assistant Wu took another call and turned to report to Ji Chicheng.
