Pampered by My Ex's Cousin-Chapter 176 - 170 The Child is Mine (12)
Three words, uttered without deliberately raising the volume, yet they were undeniable.
His fingers, with his unwavering determination, gripped very tightly, refusing to let go.
To reach this step had been so difficult, so hard won; no matter what, he would not release her hand, even if she hated him for it.
The palm of his hand was soft, the tips of his fingers ice-cold, his dominance nearly causing Ji Anning to collapse. She nervously looked around, then raised her face and with pleading eyes said to Ji Chicheng, "Chicheng, a lot of people are watching. Can you let go, please?"
No matter how she struggled, she couldn’t free herself from his restraint.
Groups of passersby were about to come over; he was now a prominent figure in school, and being seen here together, the rumors would surely spread throughout the campus the moment they turned around.
What would she do then?
As Ji Anning considered this, she began to cry in desperation.
The man who had just been so firm a moment ago, in the end, couldn’t bear to push her this way and lost to her tears.
He hated those who made her cry; how could he bear to see her tearful because of him?
Ji Chicheng let go of her hand, sighed helplessly, and then looked down at Ji Anning. "I’ll give you time to think, three days. Either return home to live or move in with me."
With that, he lifted his foot and entered the school without looking back.
He left Ji Anning with a trace of his lingering fragrance, teasing her already trembling heartstrings.
Watching Ji Chicheng’s tall figure, his white shirt, and his dark hair, she realized that in her heart, he hadn’t deteriorated; in fact, he had penetrated even deeper.
Her hand instinctively went to her lower abdomen.
What should she do?
She was already finding it hard to let go, even feeling grateful...
No, Ji Anning, how could you entertain such thoughts?
You can’t, you absolutely can’t. This child, you cannot keep.
She shook her head, trying not to let herself continue the thought, and lifted her foot, her steps somewhat faltering.
...
The weather had turned cool, and the doors to each dormitory were closed. From some rooms, bursts of laughter and lively chatter could be heard.
Ji Anning was wearing a thick sweatshirt with a large pouch pocket across the front that connected on both sides. She had her hands tucked inside the pocket and walked with her head down toward her dormitory.
As she approached her dorm, she lifted her head to see a plump girl in pajamas standing at her door, knocking. She must have been a student from her dormitory block.
Not knowing why the other party was knocking at her door, Ji Anning walked over with curiosity, "Who are you...?"
She asked, sizing up the other person.
Hearing her voice, the girl stopped knocking and turned around with a slight smile, "Ji student."
She greeted Ji Anning and then introduced herself, "I’m Jin Yuanyuan from the dorm next to yours."
The girl’s face was plump with baby fat, making her smile appear very approachable.
Ji Anning, as was her custom, observed closely but couldn’t sense any ill-intent from the other person. Her mouth also curled into a polite smile, "Is there something you need?"
Jin Yuanyuan said, "Here’s the thing. I’m the Floor Monitor, and we girls’ dormitories are having a hygiene competition. The dormitory that wins first place will receive a year’s worth of free laundry vouchers from the school laundry shop. There’s also a competition between floors. This Friday, we have a floor-wide cleaning, where each dorm sends one representative."
She grinned, "Of course, it’s better if more people can participate. The more, the merrier."
Ji Anning found the idea of a hygiene competition quite novel but had little interest in such collective activities.
