Chapter 1107
Drink With Me Jinchen said, “Dad, can’t my sister and I come to kindergarten anymore?” Jinqing’s face fell. “Dad, I like it here…”
“It’s alright. I’ll ask Uncle Feng to protect you in the future,” Ji Shiting comforted.
Jinqing breathed a sigh of relief and kissed his cheek. “I love you, Dad!”
Ji Shiting’s heart softened, and he smiled, “Dad loves you too.”
Jinqing was shocked and looked at Jinchen.
[Brother, this is the first time Dad has said he loves us since he came back.]
(Yes!)
Jinchen nodded.
Ji Shiting didn’t know what the two kids were talking about, but he couldn’t help smiling.
Tang Ranran was furious, but she could only watch Ji Shiting leave with the two kids.
After returning to Qianfan Villa, Ji Shiting immediately called Jiang Yu and told him about Xu Wei being in the president’s hands.
“Very well, I’ll be more careful,” Jiang Yu said. “I won’t let him escape this time. Also, do you need my help with Tang Ranran?”
“It’s best if you can let her return to Beijing.”
“Understood,” Jiang Yu said and paused. “I’ll go to Yang City soon.”
Ji Shiting raised an eyebrow and said, “There’s no need to go through so much trouble. I’m not afraid even if Tang Ranran stays in Yang City.” “It’s alright. I have something else to do.” Jiang Yu hung up the phone.
Ji Shiting suddenly recalled that Jing Tong had settled in Yang City.
He opened his contacts and hesitated for a bit. In the end, he decided to hide it from Shengge. If she knew about what had happened in the evening, she would be worried even if the two kids were safe.
However, he had to be more careful when it came to the safety of the two kids.
Ji Shiting made a few more calls and made some arrangements before leaving the study.
Downstairs, the two kids had already washed up, changed into their home clothes, and waited for dinner.
Ji Shiting picked them up and carried them to the dining room. After dinner, he played with them for a while, then washed them, changed their pajamas, and sent them to the bed.
Then, it came to the part he didn’t want to face the most. Storytelling. Ji Shiting held the storybook and looked solemn. Jinqing suddenly chuckled and said, “Daddy, why don’t you sing for us? Singing is also considered singing.”
Jinchen’s eyes lit up and he nodded. “I agree!”
Ji Shiting took a deep breath and said, “I’ll tell you a story.”
It was almost nine o’clock when the two kids fell asleep.
Ji Shiting left their room and went to the study to deal with his work.
Unfortunately, he was interrupted by an unexpected guest half an hour later. Qiao Yanze.
He brought a bottle of Louis XIV cognac over, barged into his study and said, “Drink with
me.”
Ji Shiting frowned and said, “I’m very busy now.”
“Are you still my buddy? If you are, drink with me!” Qiao Yanze said unreasonably. “If Shuhang weren’t in America, I wouldn’t have bothered to look for you. Do you think I want to see your sullen face?”