"Nan Nan".
After the anger subsided, the old man was filled with panic. He looked at Ji Zhinan and said anxiously, "Nannan, listen to Grandpa, it's not like that, it's not..."
Ji Zhinan remained relatively calm. She did not cry, show anger, vent her frustrations, or... show shock.
Meeting the flustered look in Old Master Ji's eyes, Ji Zhinan nodded: "Okay, I'll listen to what you have to say."
In the lounge of the venue, only Old Master Ji and Ji Zhinan were present.
The usually warm and loving relationship between the grandfather and grandson was unusually tense for the first time.
Grandpa Ji was still making a last-ditch effort: "Nannan, Xiaxia was just talking nonsense because she was drunk. You are my own child..."
"Who are my parents?"
"..."
The old man was interrupted by Ji Zhinan before he could finish speaking.
She looked calmly at Old Master Ji and spoke again, word by word: "Who are my biological parents?"
"..." Old Master Ji opened his mouth, but didn't know how to answer.
After a long silence, the old man lowered his head and said, "Nan Nan, I'm sorry..."
"Heh." Ji Zhinan raised his lips in self-deprecation: "Now you can't even come up with a lame excuse to fob me off?"
"..."
This was the first time I had seen the old man with such a troubled and struggling expression. As if he had thought of something, his thick eyebrows furrowed more and more, and his eyes involuntarily reddened.
He looked up, staring at Ji Zhinan's face, which was becoming more and more like hers, his eyes pleading: "Nannan, you just need to know that Grandpa will never hurt you. Grandpa just wants you to live a simple and happy life..."
To live a happy life?
Ji Zhinan smiled.
She pointed to the closed door of the lounge, but her eyes were fixed on the old man: "Grandpa, just now, your granddaughter made me a laughing stock in everyone's eyes. Do you really think I can be happy for the rest of my life?"
"..." The old man remained silent.
One minute passed, two minutes passed, three minutes...
Ji Zhinan waited for a full five minutes, but the old man still didn't speak. Ji Zhinan was stunned for a few seconds, then gave a self-deprecating smile.
She turned to leave.
"When you gaze into the abyss, the abyss also gazes into you."
The old man's voice came from behind me.
"..."
Ji Zhinan stopped in his tracks, and a few seconds later turned his head to meet the old man's bloodshot eyes.
For some reason, in the blink of an eye, she felt that he had aged considerably.
The old man looked at Ji Zhinan's face and slowly said, word by word, "These are the words your mother once told me."
"..."
Ji Zhinan knew that the "mother" the old man was referring to was not Madam Ji.
The old man stared intently at the face that was becoming more and more like hers, and for a moment his vision blurred.
If he hadn't seen the wrinkles on his hands, he would have thought everything had gone back to more than twenty years ago, when that pretty and kind little girl was clinging to the arm of the dashing man, smiling and calling him: Uncle Ji.
He moved his lips and slowly raised his hand: "I promised her that I would let you live a peaceful life. Perhaps you won't be rich or powerful, but at least you will be safe and worry-free. For a lifetime... until the day I die, I will never tell you... your true identity."
Ji Zhinan was taken aback: "Why?"
“That’s a Pandora’s box; anyone who opens it will die.” The old man looked at her. “Your mother doesn’t want you to get involved with it.”
Pandora...treasure chest?
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