Transmigrating as the Younger Sister of a Bigshot with Multiple Identities

Chapter 663 - 663 Blowing Candles Together and Making a Wish

Translator: Henyee Translations  Editor: Henyee Translations

“What did Movie King Ji mean just now?” someone queried, perplexed by Ji Jingchi’s remark.

“Could it be that Dr. Ji has some other identity?” another speculated, intrigued by the exchange.

Meanwhile, Ji Jingchi regarded Ji Linbai with a playful glint in his eye, as if savoring the unfolding drama.

As he observed the scene, Ji Linbai couldn’t help but feel a sense of resignation tinged with amusement.

The situation struck Ji Jingchi as absurdly humorous. Treated as a collateral relative—what a joke! He couldn’t wait to regale his second uncle with this anecdote.

Ji Linbai met Ji Jingchi’s gaze with a hint of resignation.

Ye Qingzi’s eyes widened in astonishment at Ji Jingchi’s revelation.

Though she had minimal interaction with the Ji family, as one of the Eight Great Clans, she possessed basic knowledge of their hierarchy.

According to her understanding, Ji Linbai was the designated heir of the Ji family.

While she might have dismissed this claim if it had come from anyone else, Ji Jingchi’s words carried weight. As a direct descendant of the Ji family’s eldest branch, Ji Jingchi was well-versed in the family’s affairs.

The Ji family of the capital typically maintained a low profile, but Ji Jingchi—an exception among them—had gained notoriety in the entertainment industry. Renowned for his rebellious nature and departure from traditional family expectations, he had forsaken medicine for a career in acting, effectively forfeiting his claim to the family succession.

The Ji family’s first branch deemed Ji Jingchi’s behavior disgraceful, refusing to allow him to exploit his familial ties for personal gain or evade his responsibilities as a prospective inheritor of the family legacy.

Ye Qingzi, having spent many years studying abroad, had limited interaction with Ji Jingchi. Nonetheless, as a prominent Movie King, his fame transcended borders, his endorsements frequently gracing her phone screen.

Faced with the unexpected revelation, Ye Qingzi couldn’t help but feel a pang of embarrassment, wishing she could hide from view.

A sense of indignation stirred within her. How could a mere birthday banquet hosted by the Gu family in Jin City attract the heirs of the Xiao, Lin, and Ji families simultaneously? Were Gu Jin and Gu Yang truly deserving of such prestigious company?

Those who had previously relished the Gu family’s perceived downfall now found their amusement replaced by astonishment.

Even Zhu Qi and his cohorts, who had enjoyed a close relationship with Gu Zhaoming, regarded him with incredulity.

Their gaze seemed to silently convey: We agreed to pursue wealth together, but were you secretly forging connections with nobility behind our backs?

A faint twitch at the corners of Gu Zhaoming’s mouth betrayed his bemusement. This unexpected turn of events had little to do with him. He had never actively sought to cultivate relationships with the prominent families of Beijing. Yet, it seemed that Young Master Lin and Doctor Ji shared some connection.

With Ye Qingzi’s departure, the banquet regained its jovial atmosphere, guests relishing in lively conversations and merriment.

Ji Jingchi grinned as he inquired, “Little fairy, have I missed the cake? Or is there still time for me to indulge?”

“There’s plenty of time. We haven’t blown out the candles yet,” Gu Yang reassured him, a smile gracing her features as she walked towards the cake with Gu Jin by her side. “Sister, shall we make a wish together when we blow out the candles?”

Gu Jin nodded in agreement. “Yes.”

Feng Jue: Hmph!

In a sudden burst of anger, Gu Pei rushed forward and toppled the cake over.

Amidst the chaos, the six-tiered cake stood with 18 candles ablaze atop it, encircling two cartoon fondant dolls representing Gu Yang and Gu Jin.

As darkness enveloped the room, the candlelight flickered, casting an ethereal glow.

Zhu Di, Mo Mo, and others led the rendition of the birthday song.

“Happy birthday to you…”

Gu Yang’s eyes shimmered in the candlelight as she smiled at Gu Jin. “Sister, happy birthday.”

Gu Jin’s usually cold gaze softened in the warm glow. “I wish you happiness too, Yangyang.”

In the dimly lit room, every smile was visible to her—the faces of her parents, relatives, her younger brother, friends from the No.1 Middle School Group, even Feng Jue, always at odds with her, her official partner Xiao Yize, and the sister she’d always endeavored to protect.