Chapter 1812: No One Knows who I am

“Is that right?”

Ji Ziming lowered his head and looked into the close aide’s eyes. There was a hint of blue in his eyes. He was different from others and seemed to have seen it somewhere before.

“Who are you? You’re not from the capital.”

Ji Ziming had a strong memory, so he was certain that the man before him had never appeared before him. No matter what happened in the capital, it could not escape his eyes, let alone a person’s eye color.

“How would you know who I am?”

The close aide knelt on the floor and lightly harrumphed. The courage in his eyes grew as he looked at Ji Ziming. “Ji Ziming, what you have now is only because your dad is powerful. What capabilities do you have? If I wasn’t careless today, how could I let you catch me and let you flaunt your prowess in front of me?”

The close aide pretended to look down on Ji Ziming, but he was thinking of how to explain to Old lady Qu and Sire Nine.

Even though the two of them had never treated him nicely and he was only doing his job, he still hoped that he would have a chance to escape. However, it seemed that it was just his imagination.

“No one knows who I am.”

There was no fear in his eyes.

“Oh? Are you sure that no one knows who you are?”

Ji Ziming revealed a smile, but it was terrifyingly cold. The close aide’s back was drenched in sweat. The more he pretended to be calm, the more he could not. Even the nervousness in his eyes could be seen.

“You know?”

The close aide probed.

“Not only do I know, I also know what you’re planning to do here today. I also know what you’re going to do. I even know what shameful things you’ve done in the past few years and which bosses you’ve followed. How is it? Are you satisfied with my answer?”

Ji Ziming’s voice suddenly had a hint of a smile, and the smile on his lips made his confidence slip.

“CEO Ji, since you know everything, why are you torturing yourself here? Why don’t you give me a quick death so that I can tell you what you want to know? I won’t know anything you want to know, so don’t think that I will tell you.”

“Shua!” Ah Biao kicked the close aide’s face again. The close aide gasped but did not stop Ah Biao from attacking him.

Now that he had become the target of so many people, this pain could no longer hide anything.

“Ji Ziming, just shoot me. I won’t tell you what I want to do here!”

The close aide was certain that Ji Ziming merely thought that he wanted to make a move on Ji Ziming at the wedding venue, but the person the close aide wanted to make a move on was not the man before him.

“I told my wife that no one in this world can hurt her, not even you, not even myself. Where did you get the courage to tell me these things that I already know? What do you think you’re telling me?”

Ji Ziming coldly harrumphed and stood up to look at the close aide who was kneeling on the ground. His aura suddenly rose and just by looking at him, he already had the courage to execute the close aide on the spot.

“So, although you’ve fallen into my hands, I don’t intend to kill you.”

Ji Ziming bent down and his handsome features were close to his close aide’s face. He said leisurely, “You are Sire Nine’s man, so how can I do anything to you?”

“Ji Ziming, you’ll regret this!”

When the close aide heard that Ji Ziming had no intention to do anything to him, he felt that the man in front of him could not be thought of as a normal person. Usually, people would want to catch a detestable person like him and send him to the police station or settle him themselves. Only Ji Ziming did not.

He did not let him off or let him die immediately.

However, the close aide still underestimated Ji Ziming’s ability.

He did not let him go, did not let him lose his life, but he did not let him off easily either.

The wedding venue was no longer as beautiful as before. The woman Ji Ziming was most concerned about was sitting quietly in the presidential suite on the top floor of the hotel.

In the European-style room, the crystal interlaced and shone brightly. Before Pei Ge could pick out a set of pajamas, Ji Ziming had already opened the door and entered.

“You… Why are you back so soon?”

Pei Ge turned around in front of the full-length mirror and looked at Ji Ziming, who was behind her, in surprise. He walked to her back while covered in blood and buried his head in her neck to absorb her fragrance.

It was a smell that could calm him down.

“Ge Ge, are you hurt? Did He Yun send you back safely when I wasn’t around?”

Ji Ziming leaned on Pei Ge’s neck and said in a low and gentle voice that made Pei Ge feel at ease.

“I’m standing right in front of you. Do you think I’m injured?”

She hugged him tightly, her voice surprisingly patient. “Ziming, I’ll always be by your side. I’ll always be with you. Don’t worry; I’ll always be there.”

“Okay.”

Ji Ziming nodded solemnly. The two hugged each other in silence for a while before he carried Pei Ge to the bed.

“You’ll be my woman for the rest of your life. No one can take you away. Don’t even think about it because you can only be mine. I’ll kill the ghosts if I meet them, and I’ll kill G.o.ds if I see them. You won’t be able to escape my grasp in this life.”

“Am I Sun Wukong?”

“No, you are Celestial Maiden Chang’e.”

The corners of Ji Ziming’s lips curled up as he bent down to look into Pei Ge’s deep eyes.

“Ge Ge, do you think we were really fated in our past lives?”

“I’m not. Why are you pressing on me? Hurry and get up; I still have to go see Qitong. She might have gotten a shock.”

Pei Ge struggled to get out from under Ji Ziming’s body, but she did not succeed even once. Not only did she not succeed, she was even pinned onto the bed by Ji Ziming. The two of them were so close that even their breaths were touching.

The ambiguous air between them flowed in all directions and she could not ignore the dazed look in his eyes.

They had clearly just gone through a life and death battle, yet Ji Ziming seemed to have expected it.