Pampered by My Ex's Cousin-Chapter 157 - 150: Unrequited Love is the Honey of Youth (Part Twelve)

In this family, only he dared to disregard the old master’s presence.

Similarly, the old master never forced him, nor did he pressure him into doing anything he didn’t wish to do. Seeing him silent and unresponsive, the elder furrowed his brows in thought for a moment.

Then he changed the subject, "There’s something I want to discuss with you."

As he spoke, he walked over to Ji Chicheng and stood shoulder to shoulder with him. They used to be about the same height, but now the old master was noticeably shorter.

He rested one hand on the railing and looked at Ji Chicheng, saying, "I’ve decided to hold Anning and Jingfeng’s wedding next month."

Upon hearing this, Ji Chicheng’s gaze, which had been fixed on the distance, tightened slightly.

The old master’s tone was serious and stern; it was clear that he had made up his mind and was merely informing him.

"I..." Overcome by impulse, Ji Chicheng turned around and saw Ji Zhengdao’s face under the light, looking exceptionally aged, and he hesitated.

The hand on the railing was so tense that his fingernails were breaking.

The old master looked at him, puzzled, "What’s wrong?"

"Okay!"

Ji Chicheng nodded slightly, turned to face outward, and from the corner of his eye, he glanced at the window of the room next door, where the curtain was still being wildly blown by the wind.

It agitated his heart, and he was about to lose control of himself. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

"I’ve just remembered some matters I need to take care of."

After bidding farewell, before the old master could even react, Ji Chicheng had already turned and entered his room, his steps heading straight for the door.

The shirt on his back was unbuttoned, its tails flapping about like a breeze passing in front of Ji Anning’s door.

With her back against the wall, Ji Anning slowly squatted down as she listened to the sound of Ji Chicheng’s footsteps walking past her door after his breezy ’okay’.

Her heart utterly sank, devoid of any spark of life or hope.

So be it, then. Let fate arrange her life!

...

Because of an injury to her foot, Ji Anning had to take leave from school and rest at home.

Xiang Yiqing was right; with proper rest, she would be nearly healed in a week. It had only been four days, the swelling was completely gone, but it still hurt to put weight on her foot when walking.

She tried not to walk around too much.

The day he left, he had not returned, and the balcony was void of his figure, empty.

The broken windowpane had been replaced. Ji Anning sat on the bay window, her head resting against the glass, gazing at the balcony of Ji Chicheng’s room. Her bright black eyes slowly filled with sorrow.

Nobody knew that when he suddenly moved into the room next to hers, she was secretly delighted for the entire summer break.

She, who had thought summer homework pointless and detestable, had fallen in love with doing it, had fallen in love with revising her lessons. Her desk was on the windowsill, because by just looking up, she could see him. He wore a white T-shirt, earphones in as he sat studying.

Every day, it was as if they had a pact, two hours in the afternoon.

She never dared to look up at him; knowing he was there was enough to make her heart race as if it wanted to leap out.

Back then, she was only twelve, barely understanding anything, not knowing what this feeling was, only aware that she seemed addicted, eagerly anticipating every day.

Sometimes, he would ’miss their rendezvous’, and she would sit with her chin in her hands, looking disappointedly at his side of the building all afternoon.

That time was the most beautiful memory of her youth, but it belonged only to her.

Then one day, he vanished suddenly. She waited day after day, but never again saw that proud and radiant boy, just like now, sitting on the windowsill, waiting blindly.