Pampered by My Ex's Cousin-Chapter 115 - 117: Forced to Cohabit (Sixty)
To tell the truth, their current relationship, having to pretend to be so affectionate, nauseated not only Ji Jingfeng but Ji Anning as well.
It disgusted her, Ji Jingfeng, and even herself.
Especially just now, facing Yang Yufang, she felt that she and Ji Jingfeng were continuously deceiving her, as if committing a crime.
Yang Yufang had always been so kind to her, and although Ji Anning had held little influence in the family ever since she was young, she had always tried her best to fight for what was hers.
With these thoughts, Ji Anning’s heart felt immeasurably heavy. How much longer would she have to endure days like these?
She hung her head in dejection and followed Ji Jingfeng into the courtyard, almost forgetting that Ji Chicheng was still following behind them. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺
A pair of dark, gloomy eyes watched their intertwined hands with a sinister gaze.
His fists clenched and unclenched in his trouser pockets, tightening and loosening repeatedly, until he finally restrained himself enough to walk through the door.
While changing shoes, Ji Anning pulled her hand away from Ji Jingfeng’s, supporting herself against the wall very deliberately, yet she managed to do it quite naturally.
Ji Chicheng’s footsteps followed them into the house, and as his tall figure stood in the doorway, Ji Anning’s vision darkened momentarily before she lifted her head.
She hesitated for a moment.
Ji Chicheng’s expression was blank as his cold gaze lingered on her hand against the wall. Rolling his eyes, he strutted past Ji Anning.
Yes, he didn’t even change his shoes.
He was wearing white sports sneakers, with the soles and edges still stained with dirt, leaving a trail of muddy prints with every step.
As Ji Anning frowned at Ji Chicheng’s footsteps, wondering what he had been doing to get so muddy, the butler rushed through the door, stood at the entrance, and smiled at Ji Chicheng, "Young Master, the master says he has already loosened the soil and is asking if you still want to join him in planting vegetables."
"Tell him I’m not going," Ji Chicheng said, without looking back, and casually raised a hand toward the butler as a signal.
The butler nodded, "Understood."
Oh... So that’s what he was doing just now; he had been loosening the soil in the backyard with Grandpa.
Ji Anning cast her eyes downward slightly, casting a disdainful glance at Ji Chicheng’s shoes and thinking it was utterly immoral of him not to value someone else’s hard work.
But when had she ever seen him considerate of others?
Ji Chicheng sat down on the sofa. Ji Anning inwardly grumbled about him as she passed by the sofa without pausing and went straight to the stairs, heading upstairs.
Back in her room, her own space, Ji Anning leaned against the door and breathed a sigh of relief.
She had sweated a lot the previous night, and in a rush that morning at the hotel, she hadn’t bathed, leaving her feeling sticky and uncomfortable.
She tossed her bag onto the beanbag chair and took some loungewear into the bathroom.
As she passed the sink, she unconsciously glanced in the mirror and was shocked.
Stopping in her tracks, she turned to face the mirror head-on, freezing completely.
This...
Ji Anning’s mouth fell open as she slowly lifted her hand to her neck, counting—one, two, three, four, five...
Heavens! How many were there?
Love bites covered her neck, to the point of almost triggering her trypophobia.
’Heh, he doesn’t even bother to hide it from me now.’
That was why Ji Jingfeng sneered.
No wonder her mother kept staring ambiguously at her neck and smiling. She was preoccupied with her sadness at the time and didn’t think much of it.
How was she supposed to go out like this?
They hadn’t run into Ji Ruoqian and her mother when they had entered the house; otherwise, it’s likely they would have already been subjected to their insults.
