Shen Xinrong was suddenly confused. Didn't Ji Mingjing like Rongrong a lot? Could she have made a mistake?

No, that's impossible!

Her people clearly saw Ji Mingjing stay overnight at Hua Rong Residence many times. Even if he didn't stay overnight, he would go over every day to talk to Rongrong. If this wasn't love, what was it?

Ji Mingjing seemed oblivious to the scrutinizing gazes of the crowd. She slowly stood up and nodded, saying, "Brothers and sisters-in-law, please enjoy your meal. I'll be leaving now."

Ji Mingjing walked out of the ancestral hall, and not long after, Ji Xianren caught up with him.

"Uncle!"

Ji Xianren rushed forward and stopped the person: "I want to talk to my uncle."

Ji Mingjing stared at him intently for two seconds, her eyes deep and unfathomable, before speaking indifferently, "Let's talk in the pavilion." She then walked towards the pavilion.

Ji Xianren followed behind him.

Reaching the pavilion, Ji Mingjing leaned casually against a pillar.

Ji Xianren looked at him, his tone aggressive: "Uncle, are you really going to attend the charity gala?"

Ji Mingjing asked calmly, "Didn't you hear your father inviting me just now?"

Does this mean he's deaf?

Ji Xianreng clenched his fists at his sides and said in a deep voice, "Uncle, you can refuse if you don't want to go!"

"Why refuse?" Ji Mingjing lectured him: "Have you forgotten the ancestral teachings of our Ji family? Be grateful to society, do more charity and accumulate more virtue, so that your descendants will be blessed with happiness. This is a rule set by our ancestors."

"You know that's not what I meant!"

Ji Xianren shouted at him, taking a deep breath: "There will be many socialites and heiresses at the charity gala, and my dad wants to introduce them to you!"

Ji Mingjing raised an eyebrow: "So what? Do you look down on those rich girls?"

"I didn't!" Ji Xianren frowned deeply, a cold smile curling at the corner of his mouth: "Is Uncle playing dumb with me? Heh, if you're not sincere towards Rongrong, then stop bothering her. She deserves someone who is devoted to her!"

Ji Mingjing: "She told you that I was pestering her?"

Ji Xianreng: "Rongrong didn't say that."

"So why do you think I'm the one who's been pestering her? I think you should reflect on your actions and not let your father's good intentions go to waste."

After Ji Mingjing finished speaking, he strode away from the pavilion with his long legs.

Ji Xianreng stood in the pavilion, watching his back until a gust of cold wind blew by, which brought him back to his senses. He then returned to his own courtyard with a sullen face.

no!

He couldn't stand idly by and let Rongrong be kept in the dark!

Ji Xianren took out his phone and called Rongrong.

On the other side, Ji Mingjing returned to the patriarch's courtyard, impatiently tugging at the tie around his neck, his eyes cold and gloomy.

Upon seeing this, Ji Kong was startled: Who has angered the patriarch so much? Could it be the eldest branch of the family causing trouble again?