Pampered by My Ex's Cousin-Chapter 1144 - 1146: Can You Help Me Put On the Ring? (Part 3)

But as soon as she spoke up, she couldn’t help but burst into laughter. She reached out, teasingly lifting Ji Chicheng’s chin, "Why are you blushing?"

She never dreamed that she would have the chance to tease and flirt with her overbearing little uncle who always dominated the scene.

Ji Chicheng frowned, but Ji Anning wasn’t afraid of him at all. She reached behind him and grabbed the hood of his hoodie, laughing as she said, "You never used to wear these kinds of clothes. You were always so aloof, only wearing white shirts, white T-shirts, and the only pants you wore aside from light gray and black sweatpants were black dress pants. And your hair was never this long."

Upon hearing this, Ji Chicheng raised an eyebrow.

As if he were asking: Is that so? 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

Ji Anning nodded very confidently and sincerely, "Yes, you never spoke to strangers before. Even when friends talked to you, you’d usually only say oh, uh-huh, yes, or get lost."

Was he really like that before?

Ji Chicheng was half-skeptical about Ji Anning’s words.

Yet, his handsome face subtly turned cold, emotionless.

In his heart, there was a curse: I’m very aloof; I don’t like to smile or talk to strangers. I will definitely not use two words if one will suffice, and I would never open my mouth if a look would do.

Watching the change in Ji Chicheng’s expression, Ji Anning couldn’t help but chuckle, adding, "That’s why everyone says you’re just pretentious."

Pretentious? What’s that supposed to mean?

Ji Chicheng frowned in confusion. Having lost his memory, he was unfamiliar with those internet buzzwords.

Seeing Ji Anning trying hard to suppress her laughter, he guessed it wasn’t something nice, so he decided not to dwell on it further.

He lowered his gaze, his eyes moving to the clothes Ji Anning was wearing. He noticed the pink belt at her waist, with its bow-tied ends, and was surprised.

"Did you buy these clothes from that store that looks like a coffin?"

As he asked, he reached out and bounced the ends of the belt, the little bows in his palm felt so familiar.

"Looks like a coffin?"

The words sound so eerie.

The dress is from one of the largest international gown brands, and a coffin...

Ji Anning thought about it and suddenly realized, laughing, "You’re talking about the shape of that store’s building?"

Before Ji Chicheng could nod, she continued, "You know, I never thought about it until you said so. The shopfront is long, all around walled with glass, transparent, indeed a bit like..."

A coffin shape.

The more she spoke, the more it seemed like it.

But how did he know about it?

Thinking about this, Ji Anning asked, "But how did you know it was from that place?"

"I saw you with that manly-not-manly person being all intimate on the street." Ji Chicheng stuck his hands in his pockets.

Arrogantly tilting his chin up, rolling his eyes, he glared at Ji Anning from the corner of his eye.

Looking thoroughly displeased.

Yesterday, upon meeting that excited man who rushed up to him, claiming he was married and had kids, Ji Chicheng recognized him immediately. He was the man from the couple, seemingly arguing on the street, observed from the dress shop upstairs.

That woman had to be her, judging by the silhouette and hairstyle, they were one and the same.

Manly-not-manly? Womanly-not-womanly?

Ji Anning was puzzled for a moment, then she remembered and laughed, "Ha... that was Qi Helian."

If Qi Helian knew that the amnesiac little uncle described him as manly-not-manly and womanly-not-womanly, who knows how he might react.

While Ji Anning chuckled at the thought, Ji Chicheng’s voice chimed in again.

"You two have been on TV these past few days."