Pampered by My Ex's Cousin-Chapter 1142 - 1144: Can You Help Me Put On the Ring? (Part 1)

Ji Chicheng didn’t know why he was so anxious about the person inside; he searched everywhere for the key. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

Couldn’t find it. Those people locked her inside with the steam on, intending to take her life, so they wouldn’t leave the key here.

Thinking of this, he simply walked to the steam room door, raised his foot, and kicked it.

With this kick, although he didn’t open the door, it was loosened.

Someone’s coming!

Are they here to save her?

Ji Anning’s face lit up with joy. She excitedly supported herself against the wall to stand up. The person outside was trying to break the door, or maybe kicking it, so she quickly stepped aside.

’Bang’

Another loud bang on the door, it cracked open a bit.

One more kick.

’Bang’

The door swung wide open, hitting the wall and rebounding slightly.

For Ji Anning, the outside temperature felt like a blast of cold air. As the door opened, a gust of wind swept in, making her body go limp as she leaned against the wall, breathing deeply with her head tilted back.

"I just knew it, I knew it."

The life her uncle risked again and again to save could never be lost so easily.

Ji Anning shed tears of excitement.

The light in the room suddenly dimmed, and a tall figure rushed in from outside.

Ji Anning turned her face to look over.

Stunned!

Ji Chicheng looked at Ji Anning’s face, her makeup ruined by sweat, resembling a big, flowery cat, and he couldn’t help but laugh.

He reached his right hand into his pocket, slowly bringing out a ring, holding it between two fingers, with the pink diamond facing upwards, he extended it in front of Ji Anning and asked, "Is this ring yours?"

This surprise hadn’t yet sunk in when she saw the ring in Ji Chicheng’s hand. She responded, rushed over, hugged the man’s waist tightly, and nodded vigorously, "...Yes, it’s mine. It was given to me by the person I love the most. I’m sorry I accidentally lost it."

The sudden hug caught Ji Chicheng by surprise, his hands lifted, wanting to embrace Ji Anning, yet hesitated.

But there was not the same repulsion as when that woman called Korea hugged him.

He slightly bowed his head, looking down at Ji Anning’s head buried in his chest; her body was steam-heated red. At last, his hand moved upwards, resting on Ji Anning’s shoulder, her delicate skin covered in sweat.

"Do we know each other?"

A tone of uncertainty, his voice almost involuntarily gentle.

Ji Anning had already anticipated that he might not remember her at first sight, and was mentally prepared for it.

She nodded vigorously, voice choked with emotion, "We know each other."

As she spoke, she straightened her waist and lifted her tear-and-sweat-stained little face, looking into the man’s deep, confused eyes, she smiled through her tears, "If you don’t remember, we can meet again. My name is Ji Anning, I’m 23 years old this year."

Ji Anning... Anning.

This name flashed through Ji Chicheng’s mind, so familiar.

He clenched his fist, pounding on his head, making Ji Anning’s heart ache as she grabbed his wrist to stop him, "Uncle, don’t force yourself. I’m Anning, feel here."

She took Ji Chicheng’s hand, placing it on her lower abdomen, opening his fingers so his palm touched her belly.

She laughed while crying, "He’s still here, he’s still in my belly."

’You have been married, you have a daughter named Fenfen, and Anning is pregnant with your child...’

Suddenly, the words Qi Helian said to him yesterday echoed in Ji Chicheng’s ears.

"Fenfen." Ji Chicheng muttered the name aloud.