Pampered by My Ex's Cousin-Chapter 1145 - 1147: Revenge and Counterattack! (Part 1)
"They say that the three of you are living a very happy life."
"They also said you personally went to the airport to meet him, sweetly holding his arm."
"..."
This wasn’t the scenario she wanted.
Just as she wanted their reunion to be lighthearted and joyful, he bombarded her with such a series of questions.
How should she explain?
No way, when he hadn’t lost his memory, he was always the one in control, bragging endlessly.
Today, she wanted to brag a bit too. Ji Anning thought to herself, teasingly raising her eyebrow at Ji Chicheng, "You’ve been watching me all along?"
"I never thought you were a good match."
Ji Chicheng looked at Ji Anning expressionlessly, reached out to hold her hand, took long strides, and walked outside.
Although he still didn’t remember, his actions toward her were natural, as if this was exactly how things were supposed to be.
She was meant to be his.
His grip was tight, so tight that Ji Anning even felt a little pain, but she didn’t struggle; instead, she felt very secure, very secure.
They should hold each other tightly like this, never to let go or part.
As they exited the steam room, Ji Chicheng walked straight ahead. Was he taking her into the public eye?
Ji Anning uncertainly asked, "Uncle, where are you taking me?"
Ji Chicheng didn’t answer her question, instead asked, "Why do you call me uncle?"
Ji Anning replied, "Because I’ve called you that since I was little."
When they were little...
Ji Chicheng thought of something, turned to look at Ji Anning, "When you were little, you wore a white shirt, a black pleated skirt, and cried in the corner."
Ji Anning’s eyes lit up, surprised and excited, "You remember!!!"
Ji Chicheng calmly replied, "I dreamed of it."
So it was a dream... but dreaming about it also meant he hadn’t completely forgotten her; in his heart, she was always there.
Ji Anning thought, suppressing her disappointment, looking up and smiling at the man’s face, teasingly asked, "How much do you love me?"
Ji Chicheng kept not answering Ji Anning’s question.
He was thinking, how much did he love her, to the extent that he wanted to hold her hand the moment they met, as if destined to be together forever.
"Anning."
"Cheng!"
As they turned the corner to the east, suddenly they encountered a group of people coming their way.
"Young master, we finally found you."
They couldn’t find Ji Chicheng at home, searched everywhere in and out, and everyone was scared to death.
The butler saw Ji Chicheng unharmed in front of him, heaved an old sigh of relief, almost wanting to rush forward to hug him.
He walked over to Ji Chicheng and Ji Anning, checked Ji Chicheng’s complexion, found nothing unusual, and then looked at their linked hands.
His old eyes showed worry.
Mr. Charles repeatedly instructed, never let Miss Niannian enter the Charles Mansion, never let her meet the young master...
Regarding Ji Anning and Ji Chicheng holding hands, not only the butler, but the entire staff of servants in the Charles family were puzzled, curious.
Everyone was thinking, wasn’t Miss Niannian the new wife Mr. Charles intended to marry earlier? Why was she now so intimate with their young master?
But the biggest reaction came from Korea.
Her hands, nails almost embedded in the flesh, unable to suppress the unwillingness and jealousy inside her, turned and yelled at the servants behind her, "I told you to keep an eye on her, are you pigs? Why did you let her get away?"
