Pampered by My Ex's Cousin-Chapter 156 - 149: Unrequited Love is the Honey of Youth (Part Eleven)
Approaching the door to Ji Anning’s room, Ji Chicheng’s steps were heavy, and he glanced at the closed door out of the corner of his eye, his handsome face becoming even more cold and merciless.
He quickened his pace, returned to his own room, closed the door, and turned the lock.
Slipping off his slippers, he grabbed his tie and pulled it off roughly. Then he grabbed the shirt collar and yanked hard, delicate buttons scattering without a single one left.
They fell all around.
His hand touched his belt, and with a gentle press of his slender fingers, the belt came undone.
The phone in his pocket suddenly rang. He took it out, glanced at the caller ID—it was Cao Muyun.
Then he answered, pressing the speakerphone, and placed it on the sofa, continuing to undress as he listened to the call.
"Aren’t you at the apartment?"
Cao Muyun asked.
Ji Chicheng’s voice was deep as he hummed in acknowledgment. Then, in an unquestionable tone, he said, "I’ve come home, whatever it is, let’s talk tomorrow."
"Alright, I’ll just stay late at the office alone then."
Ignoring Cao Muyun’s helpless tone, Ji Chicheng extended his hand to hang up the phone.
He stopped halfway through getting undressed, re-buckled his belt, and wearing a shirt without buttons, revealing his chest, he went to the wine cellar to pick a bottle of strong liquor and returned to his room, sitting on the balcony, staring at the light veiled by curtains in the room next door, dim and vague.
Just like the space between them, like their future—he strived to lift that layer of gauze, that curtain, yet she kept trying to draw it closed.
Drinking glass after glass of the fiery liquor, the alcohol slowly taking effect.
His mind was full of the scene of Ji Jingfeng leaving Ji Anning’s room moments earlier. Glancing at the distance between them, he suddenly stood up, grasped the bottle, and hurled it at the window of the neighboring room.
The bottle struck the glass with a ’thud,’ shattering it instantly, the tiny fragments falling with a tinkling sound.
Not only Ji Anning but also the people on the first floor heard the commotion.
"What’s going on?"
Ji Zhengdao asked anxiously from downstairs.
Ji Chicheng staggered to the balcony railing, leaned over it, his drunken appearance lazy and indifferent.
The window of the next room he’d smashed lay broken, the curtains inside blown by the wind, the figure on the bed barely visible.
His lips, still dripping with the residue of the liquor, curled into a wicked, wild smile.
He didn’t feel at all like he had done something terrible, made a mistake—on the contrary, he thought he should have done this a long time ago.
That damned window had never been opened for him voluntarily, so he had to break it himself.
Ji Chicheng didn’t respond to Ji Zhengdao, who anxiously made his way upstairs.
Seeing him leaning on the balcony, his drunken state apparent, Ji Zhengdao asked with concern, "Chicheng, what happened?"
Ji Chicheng shook his head casually, "Nothing, just a slip of the hand, and I shattered Ji Anning’s window."
"..."
A slip of the hand, indeed—a mighty long and miraculous slide that veered so deliberately off course.
Ji Anning had exerted much effort to get to the window. Before she could look out, she heard Ji Chicheng’s response to Ji Zhengdao and gave a silent, cold laugh.
The sudden loud noise nearly scared her to death.
He was so nonchalant in saying it was just a slip of the hand.
Ji Chicheng, could you be any more arrogant and imperious?
If it weren’t for their grandfather being there with him, she would have bent down, grabbed a handful of broken glass from the floor, hurled it back, and claimed it was a slip of her hand too.
On his part, Ji Zhengdao approached Ji Chicheng and noticed the smell of liquor on him. Frowning, he looked at him and asked, "Why did you drink so much?"
Ji Chicheng turned around, facing outward, his arms resting on the railing, his deep eyes fixed on the distance without focus.
