Ji Zhenting's face instantly flushed a purplish red, his chest heaving violently. He looked utterly furious.
Just as Ji Ting waited for him to lash out in humiliation again, he suddenly gave a cold laugh. "I refuse to believe there's anyone in this world who can't be swayed by money. Did I offer too little, or has Ji Yanzhi given you enough?"
Rather than refute him, Ji Ting nodded. "Yes, Ji Yanzhi has given me enough."
Ji Zhenting scoffed. "All he can give you is Shili. How is that any different from me?"
"You can't understand because Shili is the only measure of your worth. Ji Yanzhi is different. What he's given me is something he's never even had himself."
Ji Zhenting narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "How can he give you something he doesn't have? If you're not just brushing me off, tell me what it is."
Ji Ting looked at him and said steadily, "A home."
At those words, Ji Zhenting's eyebrows shot up, his lips curving into something between a smile and a sneer. After a moment of silence, he suddenly burst out laughing.
"A home? A home? Hahahahaha..."
As though he had heard some utterly outlandish tale, Ji Zhenting slapped his thigh as he laughed, making the two old men inside grimace.
"How can that old bastard Ji Zhenting have such a disgusting laugh?" Jiang Mingde said.
Director Chang nodded with a grimace. "It's making my stomach turn, too."
Ji Ting remained as composed as ever, but he disliked having his time wasted. "If you have something to say, keep talking. If you want to laugh, go outside."
Ji Zhenting gradually stopped laughing, though a mocking curl remained on his lips. "You grew up in the Ji Family. How can you still be so naive?"
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