Pampered by My Ex's Cousin-Chapter 1179 - 1181: Uncle Is a Scheming Bitch (Part 2)

Tilted head, leaning on his arm, eyes following him, looking at the fountain.

The car slowly approached the fountain.

’Whoosh’

The fountain suddenly turned on, water spraying into the air like celestial flowers.

Ji Chicheng’s hand suddenly tightened, Ji Anning curved her lips, and affectionately snuggled closer into his arms.

"The Young Master is back."

After getting off the plane, Ji Anning called home, Aunt Wu answered the phone, and she told Aunt Wu they would probably arrive home around this time.

The elderly woman was already at the door waiting to greet them.

Seeing Ji Anning and Ji Chicheng get out of the car, she excitedly ran down the steps to greet them, "Young Master, Miss Niannian."

The elderly woman walked up to Ji Anning and Ji Chicheng, first taking a look at Ji Anning and then her gaze rested on Ji Chicheng’s thin face.

Her cloudy eyes glistened with tears, her eyes suddenly turned red.

"You’ve lost weight, a lot of weight." The elderly woman cried out of heartache.

Ji Chicheng lowered his eyes and looked at Aunt Wu for a while, then turned his head to ask Ji Anning: "Who is she?"

Uh!

Ji Anning didn’t react for a moment, looking at Ji Chicheng in confusion.

Aunt Wu was also stunned by Ji Chicheng’s question, "What’s wrong with the Young Master?"

The elderly woman looked up, nervously watching Ji Chicheng.

Ji Chicheng ignored her, continued to look at Ji Anning, and asked: "Who is she?"

Ji Anning realized then, her mouth twitched silently a couple of times, pointed at Aunt Wu with her finger, and smilingly introduced her to Ji Chicheng: "This is Aunt Wu, she looked after you when you were young."

This guy is too mischievous, even pretending to have amnesia with Aunt Wu.

Ji Chicheng nodded and responded with an ’oh’, then finally turned to look at Aunt Wu, "Hello, Aunt Wu."

A wooden ’hello’, like a child a few years old.

Aunt Wu started crying immediately, "Our Young Master is so pitiful, remembering nothing, if the Master knew from below, he’d be heartbroken."

Ji Chicheng frowned...

This old lady, let her cry, but why say such things that are impossible.

Seeing Aunt Wu crying more and more sorrowfully, he impatiently frowned, "I don’t remember, but I’m not dead."

Aunt Wu hurriedly nodded, "Yes, yes, the Young Master narrowly escaped a disaster and will have good fortune in the future."

She wiped her tears and choked back more tears as she said to them: "Miss Anning, you must be tired from the journey, please come in, I’ll pour you a glass of water."

Once the elderly woman turned around, Ji Anning gave Ji Chicheng a fierce glare.

Making her cry for no reason, truly perverse, she wondered what his purpose was for continuing this act of amnesia.

Ji Anning and Ji Chicheng entered through the main door, hand in hand, and Aunt Wu had already prepared slippers for them.

They put them on and entered.

On the sofa sat two women in pajamas applying face masks.

Lin Yanqin and Ji Xiangting, the mother and daughter.

Upon seeing them, Ji Anning braced herself for battle.

"My uncle is back."

Ji Xiangting turned her head slightly, gave Ji Anning and Ji Chicheng a glance, and greeted them without much sincerity.

Ji Chicheng ignored Ji Xiangting, still turned his head to ask Ji Anning, "Who are they?"

Understanding the routine of him pretending amnesia, Ji Anning did her best to cooperate, taking his hand and leading him to Lin Yanqin and Ji Xiangting.

First pointing at Lin Yanqin, she introduced her to him: "Uncle, this is my aunt."

Hearing this, Ji Chicheng immediately nodded politely to Lin Yanqin, "Hello, Aunt."

Ji Anning: "..."

"Ji Chicheng, what’s wrong with you?"