Pampered by My Ex's Cousin-Chapter 140 - 132: Forced Cohabitation (Eighty-Five)
The knocking sound came again, and Ji Chicheng cursed irritably in his heart. He turned his head towards the door and growled coldly, "Get lost!"
"Chicheng, is that you?"
It was Qi Helian’s voice.
Ji Chicheng’s expression darkened even more, as he lifted his foot and prepared to go open the door.
"Uncle, don’t let the media in."
Ji Chicheng had just stepped out when suddenly Ji Anning’s pleading voice came from behind him. His body stiffened, and his fists clenched at his sides.
After a moment of restrained endurance, he couldn’t suppress the impulse. He turned around, and to the girl lying on the windowsill, looking at him with pleading eyes, he said with a mocking smile, "Do you care that much about being Mrs. Ji of the Ji family?"
That mocking smile, sharp as a needle, pierced deeply into Ji Anning’s heart. She opened her mouth, "I..."
But the man had already turned away with a cold indifference, his steps heavy as he walked toward the door without looking back.
Ji Anning wanted to speak but stopped herself, her lips bitterly pressed together.
It doesn’t matter, it’s not important.
Ji Chicheng opened the door briskly, and Qi Helian, wearing a duckbill cap and oversized sunglasses, hid his handsome face. With an urgent look, he asked, "How is it? Is it your family’s..."
He hadn’t finished his question when Ji Chicheng threw him a warning glance, "Shut up."
Qi Helian immediately closed his mouth, then lowered his voice, "Is it your family’s niece-in-law?"
As he asked, he lifted his foot, intending to step into the room.
Ji Chicheng blocked him, stepping in front of Qi Helian, "Drive everyone outside away."
Having said that, he closed the door without another word.
’Bang!’
The loud sound of the door slamming caused Young Master Qi’s tall frame to shake; he was stunned for a moment. Then his temper flared, fists clenched, he raised them towards the door, "Damn it, why the hell should I..."
Alright, because it’s Ji Chicheng.
Qi Helian resignedly pouted, then turned and walked toward the elevator, stripping off all the disguises as he went.
...
"Thank you."
Ji Chicheng’s tall figure approached, his handsome but indifferent face as if frosted over with ice.
Ji Anning bit her lip, looking at him with gratitude. As his chilling aura drew near, her heart felt a bit timid.
Thank you... Ji Chicheng found it incredibly ironic. She was thanking him for saving her position as Mrs. Ji of the Ji family. He felt some regret, wanting to call Qi Helian back, to expose her, to make her desperate, to make her come and beg him.
Yet he couldn’t even find peace in smashing a cup in front of her, and regretted it deeply.
Ignoring Ji Anning’s thanks, not even looking at her face, Ji Chicheng walked to the window and stared at her injured foot, red and swollen. After watching for a while, he reached out.
Ji Anning instinctively retracted.
This fearful reaction drew Ji Chicheng’s displeasure, and he cast a cold look at her. Ji Anning bit her lip and lowered her head.
Ji Chicheng then glanced at her again and reached out to grab her foot.
"Ah ah..."
Just from gently lifting it a little, Ji Anning was in so much pain she almost passed out, crying uncontrollably.
She sat at the window, her cries echoing in the night sky.
Ji Chicheng paid no attention to Ji Anning’s screaming and pinched the swollen area lightly with his thumb.
"It hurts... Uncle, be gentle."
It really hurt; Ji Anning’s face turned pale, and large beads of sweat covered her face.
"The younger generation’s values are so skewed nowadays, not even closing the windows, shameless!"
Suddenly, a reprimand from an old lady came from the floor above them.
(For the title "Cohabitation", Brother Yang plans to write a hundred Chapters. I don’t want to change the title; I’m too lazy to think of one, that’s all... But the content will definitely cover this... After you’re done reading, don’t forget to vote for the next Chapter, five stars, five stars, ah, if the rating goes up, I’ll update more!!!)
