Pampered by My Ex's Cousin-Chapter 132 - 134: Forced Cohabitation (Seventy-Seven)

"Sorry, I’m not at school, I’m out handling some things. Let’s have dinner with Young Master Qi another time,"

Ji Anning gracefully declined Qi Helian.

After all, she still hoped he would help her find some stunt double and extra roles—she couldn’t be too straightforward.

"If you’re not at school, where are you?"

Qi Helian seemed to ask casually, but perhaps it was in his nature as a young master to come across a bit accusatory. Ji Anning rubbed her forehead, speechless for a second, "I’m currently busy, maybe next time."

Without waiting for Qi Helian to say anything, she immediately hung up the phone.

...

"Hung up."

Hearing the ’beep beep’ of the busy tone, Qi Helian frowned and turned to look at Ji Chicheng, who was sitting in his office chair, "She said she’s not at school, and she’s busy tonight."

Ji Chicheng nodded and made an ’Oh’ sound.

One arm rested on the armrest of the chair, his hand gently touching his forehead as he idly spun the chair underneath him, deep in thought.

"Ji Chicheng."

Qi Helian suddenly called out gloomily, and he then raised his head to look at him, "What is it?"

"Am I very ugly?"

While asking, Young Master Qi raised his phone, checking his reflection on the screen, looking left, then right.

He furrowed his brows, looking gloomy and puzzled.

Ji Chicheng curved his lips, "Qi the Beauty."

Meaning he was indeed good-looking, which only made Qi Helian even more sullen, "Then why does your family’s niece-in-law not fancy this face of mine?"

If she wanted to make money in the entertainment industry, didn’t she know to cling to his coattails? Why did it seem like she feared any association with him every time they met?

Was it because she relied on the high threshold of the Ji Family?

"Would you still find other mountains high after getting used to Mount Everest?"

Ji Chicheng, with disdain in his eyes, looked at Qi Helian, a mischievous smile mingling with a bit of scorn on his face.

Qi Helian: "..."

Calling Ji Chicheng haughty was less accurate than calling him narcissistic.

Saying he was Mount Everest, the ultimate peak of the world...

Did it mean that he, Ji Chicheng, was the most outstanding among all men in this world?

As Qi Helian thought about it, he shook his head mockingly, "Yes, after seeing someone whose face is thicker than a city wall, we who are thin-skinned must appear to have no presence in her eyes."

Although he wasn’t as sharp-tongued as Ji Chicheng, he wasn’t much less so.

Ji Chicheng did not pick up on Qi Helian’s remark. Grabbing the arms of the chair, he pushed himself up, his tall figure swiftly standing.

Upon getting up, he didn’t say a word, his steps heading straight for the door.

This was Qi Helian’s studio, Qi Helian’s office, where many walls were adorned with Qi Helian’s posters in various styles and attire.

Seeing Ji Chicheng leaving, Qi Helian chased after him, calling out, "Chicheng, where are you going?"

"Going home."

Ji Chicheng didn’t turn back, casually waving a hand at Qi Helian.

Qi Helian frowned, "Weren’t we supposed to have dinner together tonight?"

Ji Chicheng said, "Not interested."

Qi Helian: "..."

He now finally understood that he was just a scapegoat!!!

...

Today’s filming location was at a four-star hotel. In a wealthy city like Hai City, it wasn’t considered upscale, just average.

Yesterday, Ms. Hong probably told her briefly about the scene: it was about the female protagonist catching her husband with his mistress in the hotel, but she still had to follow the director’s instructions.

At the room’s doorway, Ji Anning knocked, and the door was opened by a flamboyantly dressed woman in a deep V-neck red dress, likely an actress from the crew.

(We’re about to move on to the next phase, it’s really happening this time!!! Everyone, don’t rush, where are your tickets and applause?)