Pampered by My Ex's Cousin-Chapter 183 - 177 The Child is Mine (19)

His voice was a bit louder now, and Ji Anning, who was anxious, wanted to reach out and cover his mouth, but she dared not.

"Uncle, please stop talking," she pleaded.

From the corner of her eye, she kept watching the headmaster, who was seriously fiddling with his tea set, his back to them.

"You could kiss me to seal my lips," Ji Chicheng said with a curved, smiling lip.

His lips were rosy and slightly curved, so gentle.

Ji Anning felt like she was about to collapse, her eyebrows knit together in vexation.

Suddenly, the man’s head leaned in, and his lips gently brushed against the corner of her mouth, the soft, cool touch brought Ji Anning not only shock but also palpitations.

Her eyes wide and face flushed, she looked at the man who had resumed an indifferent expression, her heart nearly leaping out of her chest. How could he seem so at ease? How could he be so calm?

The white shirt on him was still so white, his brows and eyes still picturesque, giving him an ethereal aura.

Yet he had just shamelessly... stolen a kiss from her.

Ji Anning suddenly realized that the man she had known for over a decade, the man she had loved for so many years, she did not truly understand.

There were times when he was so rogue that it made her grit her teeth, wishing she could tear him apart.

"Teacher Ji, Anning, have some tea."

The headmaster had finished preparing the tea and, with a gentle smile, walked over, holding it out.

Ji Anning hurriedly guiltily shifted her gaze away from Ji Chicheng’s face, looking down as the headmaster approached. She nodded her thanks, "Thank you, Headmaster."

She took the cup he offered with both hands and then set it down.

Sitting on pins and needles, she was in no mood for tea, and just wanted to leave as soon as possible, so she mustered the courage to ask the headmaster, "Headmaster, is there something you needed to see me for?"

"Yes," the headmaster nodded, and then he glanced at Ji Chicheng before turning back to Ji Anning and said, "There’s a provincial chess competition coming up. Several key high schools in the province are sending three students each, and I was worrying about whom to choose when Teacher Ji told me you are very good at chess."

At this, Ji Anning nearly laughed. She turned to look at Ji Chicheng and raised her eyebrows, "Me, good at chess?"

When had he ever seen her play chess?

She had never even touched those pieces, let alone understood their movements or strategies.

Didn’t he know?

Ji Anning’s rhetorical question made the headmaster think she was declining modestly, "If you have this talent, don’t be humble. It’s a competition representing T University; whether you win or not, it will be to your advantage for your future graduation or postgraduate studies."

Realizing the headmaster had misunderstood, Ji Anning quickly shook her head to explain, "No, I really can’t..."

Play chess!

However, the headmaster didn’t give her a chance to finish her explanation and interrupted her, "Teacher Ji told me it’s hard to get you, so I personally came to ask."

Ji Anning: "..."

Hard to get her?

Ji Chicheng, you really do make things up out of thin air.

Seeing her pressing her lips together in silence, the headmaster thought she was at a loss for words and became happy, "Well, it’s settled then. This Friday, we’ll start with a preliminary contest at the city cultural center. Our school will send ten people to participate in the preliminaries, and you’ll be one of them."

"That won’t do," Ji Anning shook her head, her face troubled as she explained to the headmaster, "I have a dorm hygiene competition on Friday, I’ve already promised the Floor Monitor."

Hearing this, Ji Chicheng’s face changed, "Are you saying you’re going to do physical labor?"

(Where’s the promised ticket?)