Pampered by My Ex's Cousin-Chapter 168 - 162 The Child is Mine (4)

"Ruoqian, is that how you speak to your aunt?" Lin Yanqin hurried over, pulling Ji Ruoqian behind her, then she turned with a smile to apologize to Yang Danning, "Danning, the child is spoiled by me, ignorant. Please don’t take it to heart."

Both families had formally met, and the old man himself had announced that they were getting engaged at the beginning of next month. The matter was set in stone. For Yang Danning, the old man would surely love her as his own.

Thus, she was not someone to offend.

She, as a mother, was very clear about this, but Ji Ruoqian, spoiled and unruly, was like an arrow on a taut string, once loosed, unstoppable.

She dismissively rolled her eyes at Yang Danning, "Psh, she’s not yet married to my uncle, she’s not my aunt, and she wants to boss me around?"

"You child!"

Unable to shut her up, Lin Yanqin simply pulled her away, out the door, taking a few steps before turning back to give Yang Danning an apologetic look.

"Anning, don’t bother with them," said Yang Danning without paying heed to the mother and daughter, taking Ji Anning’s hand and leading her into the house.

Her hand was soft and warm, and involuntary, the term "aunt" and the association of that role sprang into Ji Anning’s mind.

Then, reflexively, she shook off Yang Danning’s hand.

Afterward, she realized that her action had been too direct. She reached up to rub her temples, appearing exhausted, "Danning, I’m a bit tired. I want to go upstairs to rest for a while."

Saying so, she took off her slippers and, barefooted, quickly walked towards the staircase.

Noticing that something was off with her, Yang Danning followed worriedly, "Anning, what’s wrong? What happened?"

Ji Anning kept her head down, one hand on her forehead.

As if she hadn’t heard Yang Danning speaking to her.

She didn’t know how to face her; she was her best friend, they were supposed to share everything with each other, except when it came to Ji Chicheng.

She couldn’t bring herself to speak; her love had always been difficult to express, humble as she was, she never dared to show it in front of anyone.

Now, with her unknown relationship with him, the child in her womb, she was even less able to speak.

"Ji Anning!"

Having gotten no response from her the entire way, Yang Danning suddenly raised her voice, shouting her name with a hint of threat.

Ji Anning stopped in her tracks, turned around, and looked at her, "Danning, I’m just tired, nothing else, really. Thank you."

Her eyebrows furrowed in a drained expression softened Yang Danning’s heart, "Alright, alright, go get some rest. After you’ve rested, let’s go out shopping."

Ji Anning smiled faintly, then turned, pushed open the room door, and immediately shut it behind her.

Leaning against the door, her body too weary to stand on its own.

After catching her breath, she straightened and continued walking into the room.

Today, the sky was clear, and even though the windows faced north, the room was filled with bright light that made Ji Anning feel slightly dazzled.

She quickly went to the window, reached for the curtain, and drew it closed.

She couldn’t stand the light!

Having drawn one side, her hand reached for the other, her gaze unintentionally sweeping over the balcony of the room next door. A slender woman stood there, wearing familiar headphones, squinting her eyes in contentment, so open and natural.

Ji Anning’s grip on the curtain tightened, her fingers clenching. She bit her lip, lowered her eyelids, and then slowly pulled the curtain closed.