Ji Chicheng winced in pain, then wrapped his arms around Ji Anning, resting his forehead against hers as he asked in a deep voice, "It would be worse on the couch, do you want to try?"
He lowered his head, his breath hitting Ji Anning's neck, arousing her while his hands gripped her waist.
Ji Anning felt both ticklish and pained as she protested, shifting the topic, "Stop it, Ji Jingfeng has been taken to the police station. If you push him too hard, will he spill about our relationship?"
Ji Chicheng scoffed, "He hasn't achieved his dream of unifying J.C yet. Why would he admit he isn't part of the Ji Family?"
"Are you so sure?" Ji Anning raised an eyebrow.
This man was truly Machiavellian, playing his sinister palace politics.
He had created a fake share transfer document, letting Ji Jingfeng believe he had acquired a thirty-two percent stake, giving him enough hope to ignite his ambition.
