After glancing at Charles, Ji Anning remained silent, lowered her head again, and continued upstairs, walking past Charles.
Suddenly, Charles's voice rose from behind her, "How would you feel about marrying me in Ji Mingyue's place?"
Marry Charles in Ji Mingyue's place...
Ji Anning's steps halted, her hands by her thighs shuddering, her fingers tremblingly curved, her instinct was to resist, but she did not let the words of refusal escape her lips.
She turned around, her eyebrows raised coldly as she confronted Charles, "Why? What is it about me that you want?"
"The purpose is quite obvious," Charles paused deliberately as if withholding a secret, "I want that proud young man to come beg me, to have Ji Zhengdao's son, whom he doted on to the skies, to beg me."
His lips slightly curled, yet every word he uttered was filled with chilling hatred.
Ji Anning scoffed, "It's truly sad that you, a living person, are fighting with a dead one."
