Pampered by My Ex's Cousin-Chapter 145 - 137: Forced Cohabitation (Ninety)

Moreover, he didn’t know what tone to use when asking: casual, interrogative?

Thinking it over, he pursed his lips, but ultimately swallowed back the question he intended to ask, pressing his hands down on the couch as he stood up.

Then he looked down at Ji Anning, his expression still one of indifference.

"The old man hasn’t been in a good mood lately, so I’ll allow you to stay here for a few days," he said.

Even though it sounded like charity, it astonished Ji Anning. His apartment was her private sanctuary, sacred ground to her, and she was surprised to be allowed entry.

It’s like his room at home; she couldn’t remember how many years it had been since she last went in there, only once or twice when she was much younger.

His bedroom door was always closed when she saw it. Even when he was abroad for three years it was the same, although the maid would sometimes open it for ventilation, it was always when she was at school, not at home.

Now he was letting her stay in his apartment for a few days. Even if he was considering how her returning like this would arouse the grandfather’s suspicion and anger him, she...

So she had now forgotten what his room layout was like and how those new pieces of furniture were arranged...

Ji Anning looked at Ji Chicheng with surprise, confusion, and incomprehension.

Ji Chicheng frowned in dissatisfaction, "Ji Anning, what’s with that look?"

Every time he showed her a bit of concern, she always seemed utterly astonished.

Just how bad did she think he was in her heart?

"I’m just surprised, Uncle. You’ve always despised me, haven’t you?" Ji Anning suppressed the reactions that displeased Ji Chicheng, pouting and covertly rolling her eyes.

He had always been so terrible to her, and now he suddenly seemed to care. It was an illusion that would throw anyone off, wasn’t it?

Taken aback by Ji Anning’s retort, Ji Chicheng didn’t know how to respond. His face darkened as he said coldly, "You’ve had nights when you didn’t come home before, so just don’t go back and cause the old man any more trouble."

Having said that, he walked into his room without looking back.

You’ve had nights when you didn’t come home before...

Ji Anning stared blankly as Ji Chicheng entered his room, his mocking words echoing in her ears. She shook her head and scoffed at herself.

Yes, she had indeed had nights when she didn’t come home, but she was with ’Ji Jingfeng’ then. Now she was with him, Ji Chicheng, having a night out. What was this supposed to mean?

He really never considered things from anyone else’s perspective, always so domineering and selfish.

After Ji Chicheng went into his room, he didn’t come out again. Ji Anning’s foot was still swollen, and she couldn’t stand, so she lay on the couch, twisting and turning in pain, restless without thought.

Her body felt as if it were on fire, yet not a drop of sweat appeared.

"You have a fever," he said.

Suddenly, a large hand was placed on her forehead, the palm softer and much cooler than her forehead, his deep voice unguarded with concern. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

It tugged at Ji Anning’s heartstrings as her inner defenses crumbled. She abruptly reached out and grabbed his hand, "I like you, have liked you for so many years."

She had thought of a million ways to confess over the many years, either shyly hesitating or passionately intense.

But she was always clear-headed about him; all could only be imagined.

Thus, in this ’hazy, not fully sober’ state, she could only say those three words, revealing her longstanding feelings.