Marked the Protagonist A (Translated)

Chapter 74: Sarcastic Remarks

Chapter 74: Sarcastic Remarks

Ji Chenxi, who had been observing her expression, felt a pang of regret.

Facing Wen Rui's death, Lan Ruoxi only seemed momentarily dazed, and that daze was mostly one of surprise.

His mental probing barely had time to glimpse anything before it was forcibly interrupted.

Watching Lan Ruoxi being escorted away by the military, Ji Chenxi pondered. In that moment, the only thing he caught from Lan Ruoxi's mental realm was the memory of her first meeting with Wen Rui a year ago—a sweet omega with dimples when she smiled and a heroic alpha saving the day. The omega girl's innocent gaze at her was almost too cute, like the beginning of a love story.

Unfortunately, there was no love story between them; Lan Ruoxi even manipulated the omega who liked her into approaching him.

All of this was too crazy and too cold-hearted; rather than dealing with Lan Ruoxi, it would be better to sacrifice Wen Rui for love.

As the key figure in this vile incident, Wen Rui was certainly not dead.

An omega with only mental strength but a frail body attempting suicide under military surveillance was no different from a joke. However, that seemingly delicate omega had said nothing, claiming everything was her idea and that she wanted to marry into the royal family.

Ji Chenxi had scheduled a visitation for half an hour later. He hadn't taken more than two steps when his communicator rang again.

He hadn't touched his light brain for days; his sudden disappearance had nearly overloaded it. After reviewing the messages, Ji Chenxi first reassured his friends. As for an old man, he hadn't returned a single call.

News of his appearance at the Royal Academy must have spread; the old man finally couldn't help but dial him again.

As Ji Chenxi answered the call while driving his hover car toward the aerial prison, he said, "Good day, Your Majesty."

When the calm voice of the man on the other end responded, Ji Chenxi smiled and greeted him.

After hearing Ji Chenxi's words, the other side fell silent for a moment. Just when Ji Chenxi thought he had accidentally disconnected, the man finally said, "Is there any discomfort in your body?"

"Not really," Ji Chenxi replied with a smile.

"Xi'er, are you resentful of me?"

Ji Chenxi, speeding toward the aerial prison, paused for a moment. He then realized that although he was smiling, his response had been too formal, and such formality between father and son carried an undertone of indifference.

Ji Chenxi added, "I'm fine now; after all, I've already endured the hardest part. People tend to subconsciously forget pain, so even when I think back to that time, it just feels dry and uncomfortable."

The notion of resentment seemed somewhat amusing to Ji Chenxi, as he had long outgrown the age of craving parental love and care.

The emperor fell silent again, probably realizing that maintaining a warm surface with Ji Chenxi was less effective than getting straight to the point. With him pushing Ji Chenxi down the path to contest for the throne while placing spies around him, their father-son relationship had already become precarious.

"Your second sister's birthday is the day after tomorrow. Remember to come back for a family dinner."

Ji Chenxi casually acknowledged this and waited to see if there was anything else to say.