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Lu Ning never dreamed that the scene when she saw Madam Ji again would be like this.

She thought it would be a wealthy socialite throwing around checks, warning herself not to try to climb the social ladder and become a phoenix.

I never expected this, I really never expected it.

But Lu Ning ultimately did not sign it and left the box on the table.

She said earnestly, "You don't need to worry about me and Ji Chiqian..."

“Child, I want you to be my daughter, not because of Ji Chiqian. I am his stepmother, and there are many things I can't control. But I really like you.”

Madam Ji naturally saw the wariness in Lu Ning's eyes. Her behavior just now would indeed make Lu Ning misunderstand that she had ulterior motives.

But she genuinely wanted to make it up to Lu Ning, and she also quite liked her.

Knowing that Lu Ning was not doing well in the Lu family, Madam Ji wanted to give Lu Ning the protection of family again.

"But Madam Ji, don't you prefer the eldest daughter of the Mo family as your daughter-in-law?"

Madam Ji paused for a moment, then awkwardly explained, "That's how it used to be. But it was just wishful thinking on my part; Aqian never agreed. Don't misunderstand him; he's only ever liked you all these years."

Madam Ji cannot lie to Lu Ning about this.

But that girl just happens to be Lu Ning.

Mrs. Ji couldn't imagine what it would be like for Lu Ning to know the truth about the car accident, but the harm Lu Ning would suffer would definitely be much greater than it is now.

Lu Ning heard Madam Ji's explanation in person, and her feelings became very complicated.

But were all the things Mo Shiyi said that day lies?

At that moment, the door to the private room was suddenly pushed open.

Ji Chiqian walked in with a stern face, accompanied by members of the TG PR team.

When Lu Ning saw this man appear, she was stunned for a moment. Since their breakup at the gym, they had not had any contact or seen each other once.

The man was wearing a suit today, his hair was perfectly styled, and he looked every bit the professional elite.

Ji Chiqian saw that Lu Ning was wearing a beauty salon uniform and had a seaweed mud mask on her face. She didn't look like someone who had been brought here by Madam Ji to cause trouble.

The atmosphere inside the private room was somewhat tense.

Lu Ning glanced at Ji Chiqian, then looked away.

Madam Ji stood up and looked at Ji Chiqian: "Why are you here? And with so many people? Are you here to fight?"

Ji Chiqian pursed his thin lips. He rushed over as soon as he received Li Man's message.

He walked straight over and stood next to Lu Ning: "Mom, I told you not to disturb Lu Ning's life."

“I didn’t disturb Lu Ning’s life. I invited her to get beauty treatments and bought her so many gifts.”

Mrs. Ji felt wronged: "By the way, there's something I wanted to tell you. I want to adopt Lu Ning as my goddaughter. You know I've always wanted a daughter, but unfortunately Ji Mo is a boy."

Madam Ji held a grudge about this matter for a long time.

Ji Chiqian's expression changed, and he flatly refused: "No way."

"Why not? Didn't you two break up?"

When Ji Chiqian heard the word "breakup," he felt heartbroken: "I never agreed to it, and I will never agree to it."

Lu Ning can only be his girlfriend, not his sister.

Ji Chiqian frowned: "If you want a daughter, have a second child with my dad. With IVF technology so advanced now, it's not a problem at all."

Madam Ji was so angry that she couldn't utter a single word for a long time.

Lu Ning was a little surprised but didn't say anything. She felt that Ji Chiqian and his stepmother had a good relationship.

Finally, Mrs. Ji grabbed Lu Ning's hand and angrily said to Ji Chiqian, "You got dumped, so it's not my fault."

Ji Chiqian's eyes showed a hint of helplessness: "I'm trying to coax her, can you please stop making things worse?"

As they talked, Lu Ning's expression was somewhat awkward. Could they please stop talking about her breakup with Ji Chiqian?

Do they act like they don't exist when they talk to each other?

Were we supposed to be wealthy socialites throwing around checks? Why isn't this behaving the way it should be?

Lu Ning's hand was still being held by Madam Ji, who looked at her and said, "By the way, Lu Ning, go wash your face and change your clothes first. I'll take you shopping. I heard there are some new styles that are perfect for young girls like you."

Mrs. Ji could hardly contain her excitement; she longed to dress up her daughter.

After all, when I dressed up Ji Mo as a child, one second he was a cute little cutie, and the next second he looked like a little monkey that had rolled in the mud. I didn't feel any sense of accomplishment in dressing him up.

Lu Ning hesitated for a moment, trying to come up with an excuse to refuse.

Ji Chiqian glanced at the time and said, "She has to go back to school; there's a curfew in the dorms."

"Oh, I forgot about that. Let's make another appointment next time."

Madam Ji's eyes were filled with regret.

Lu Ning could only nod. Ever since she heard Madam Ji clarify that Ji Chiqian and Mo Shiyi were not engaged, she had been restless.

The main reason she was so angry with Ji Chiqian and broke up with him was because she minded his relationship with Mo Shiyi.

But now she knows that Mo Shiyi was lying.

At this moment, Ji Chiqian took Lu Ning's wrist and said, "I'll take her home first."

Mrs. Ji quickly said, "Take all the things I bought back with me."

"I will buy it for her."

As for Lu Ning, she didn't even have a chance to answer before Ji Chiqian took her away.

After leaving the private room, Lu Ning subconsciously stopped, her expression somewhat unnatural: "I haven't changed my clothes yet."

"I'll have Riemann bring it to you."

Ji Chiqian didn't want her to stay with her stepmother, worried that her stepmother might let something slip.

But Lu Ning blushed, bent over, and whispered, "I'm not wearing a bra."

She changed into loose-fitting clothes from the beauty salon; how could she go out like that?

After Ji Chiqian's gaze fell on her, he took off his coat and draped it over her shoulders. He glanced at the people following him and said, "Go arrange a room for her to change her clothes."

Lu Ning still had seaweed mud on her face; she really couldn't go out like that.

Soon, Riemann came over and led Lu Ning to another room.

After washing her face and changing her clothes, Lu Ning finally breathed a sigh of relief. As she looked at Li Man, a guess formed in her mind: "Were you someone he arranged?"

She initially thought that the TG team was recruited to work for her because of Gu Zifeng's influence.

Looking back now, all of this must have been arranged by Ji Chiqian.

Li Man looked somewhat embarrassed: "Miss Lu, Mr. Ji cares about everything about you, but he's not trying to spy on you."

Ji Chiqian's concern for Lu Ning was definitely not just a fling.

Lu Ning didn't say anything. After she walked out of the room, she saw Ji Chiqian standing outside.

Ji Chiqian had his back to her. He seemed to be saying something in a low voice, his brows and eyes serious, and he had the air of a superior.

This was a side of Lu Ning that she had never seen before.

After she appeared, Ji Chiqian turned around and glanced at her. His expression softened considerably. After quickly explaining the situation, he strode towards her.

Looking at the approaching man, Lu Ning felt a little lost for a moment.

Ji Chiqian stopped in front of her and subconsciously reached out to take her hand, but Lu Ning dodged it.

She knew that the Ji Chiqian she had just seen was his usual self.

Her movement seemed to freeze the atmosphere between them.

Ji Chiqian's hand went empty, and a bitter smile appeared on his lips: "Don't take what my mother told you to heart."

Lu Ning looked up and deliberately said, "Aunt Ji wants me to be her goddaughter and has given me a lot of property, so I might consider it."

She could tell that Madam Ji didn't intend to humiliate her with money.

Ji Chiqian's face darkened instantly: "No, I don't need a younger sister."

He's short of a wife.