Pampered by My Ex's Cousin-Chapter 136 - 138: Forced Cohabitation (Eighty-One)
Then she looked up at the fourth-floor room directly above her, where the light was off—likely no one was there yet.
The security guard was still searching below when suddenly, a beam of light shone upwards. Anning held her breath in tension, keeping her body completely still.
In a filming accident involving a stand-in actor jumping from a building, there was an eighty percent chance it would be uploaded online, which would not only expose her part-time job but also suggest that the production company might be one that produces unhealthy content.
It would indeed bring shame to the Ji Family, and Chicheng would be furious with her.
Ha! Anning, even now, what you’re worried about is how Chicheng sees you.
Sweat beaded on her forehead like peas and slid down her cheeks. In the chill of the evening breeze, her face turned upward to the moon, her countenance was as pale as paper, with a self-mocking smile that tasted sour and bitter on her lips.
...
In the brightly lit living room, Chicheng sat on the couch with the old master, watching a military channel’s news analysis about another country starting its nuclear weapons program. As time ticked by second by second, his mind drifted further away.
He glanced at the clock in the living room—it was after nine. He frowned slightly, picked up his phone, and dialed a number with his long, dexterous fingers, then hesitated just before pressing the call button.
After a moment’s hesitation, he pressed the home button instead.
Looking down, he held the phone in his hand, his gaze fixed on something as if deep in thought.
"Chicheng, what are you thinking about?"
The old master suddenly turned to look at him. Chicheng immediately gathered his thoughts and gave the old man a light smile, "Nothing important. I just remembered something I haven’t done yet; I’ll go upstairs."
After saying that, he got up and hurried upstairs.
The second floor was quiet. As he passed Anning’s room, Chicheng’s steps faltered slightly. He glanced at Anning’s closed door before continuing toward his own room.
Countless times... Countless times he paused at her door, countless times he stood on the balcony, watching the lights in her room go on and off.
Just like now, shrouded in darkness, when the light suddenly came on, it felt as if his whole heart lit up with it.
Chicheng leaned against the railing, looking at the window of Anning’s room, his eyes pitch-black, darker than the night itself.
Suddenly, his phone rang in the room. The familiar ringtone pulled him back from his memories. He walked into the room unhurriedly, went to the desk, and glanced at the caller ID on the phone.
Qi Helian.
He didn’t pick up the phone but pressed the speaker button and then sat down lazily on the bed, leaning back against the headboard without a greeting, waiting for Qi Helian to speak first.
"Has your niece-in-law come home yet?"
Qi He’s tone sounded a bit anxious and tense. Chicheng instantly grew tense as well, "What happened?"
He grabbed the phone and put it to his ear, sitting up straight.
"I just heard that Zhang Anyong’s production crew was filming at the Mingyue Hotel, and a stand-in actor named Li Nianjia jumped off a building. The name your niece-in-law uses outside..."
Without waiting for Qi He to finish, Chicheng had already dashed out of the room. He was very anxious and moved so suddenly that the loud noise caused Qi He to keep calling out on the other end of the line.
Chicheng rushed downstairs and hurriedly walked towards the front door. The old master, sitting on the couch, sensed something was wrong and got up anxiously to ask, "Chicheng, what happened?"
(Good night. A new week has started; don’t forget to cast your vote. Mwah...)
