Pampered by My Ex's Cousin-Chapter 185 - 179 We Should Be a Married Couple (Part 1)

Go ahead with peace of mind...

Is he telling her to go with Danning to try on the wedding dress without worry?

What exactly does he mean? Wasn’t it him who agreed to get engaged to Danning?

If that was the case, then how could he treat Danning like this?

...

"How does it look?"

Ji Anning, sitting outside the fitting room, was distracted when Yang Danning came out of the fitting room in a strapless white gown that fell to her ankles.

Her golden linen-dyed hair flowed down her fragrant shoulders, perfectly accentuating her sexy collarbone. She held up the skirt of her dress with both hands and playfully twirled in front of Ji Anning.

Ji Anning put aside all her thoughts and looked at Yang Danning, her lips curving into a smile that was somewhat forced, "It looks very good."

’I didn’t plan on getting engaged to Yang Danning, but if you keep being disobedient, I might get engaged to her, yet I would still maintain my relationship with you.’

Looking at the happy and joyful expression on Yang Danning’s face, Ji Chicheng’s words echoed in her ears, leaving her inner self tangled and unsure of what to do.

If that woman wasn’t her, she would certainly not hesitate to warn her that the man she was about to marry was a scumbag, had a woman on the side, and that woman was pregnant.

But that person was Ji Chicheng, and that woman was her.

How could she bring herself to say it?

Not only that, but she also had to pretend to be happy for her, to wish her happiness against her own heart.

If... if they were still in that simple relationship of uncle-by-marriage and niece-in-law, although she loved him dearly, she would have wished them happiness, truly wished them happiness from the bottom of her heart.

One was her close friend, and the other was the man she loved; she wanted them to be happy.

But there are not so many ifs in life.

"I think this skirt is a bit too long, what do you think?" Yang Danning tugged at her skirt hem, looking up and down with slight dissatisfaction.

"It’s fine, quite nice," Ji Anning replied with a perfunctory smile; it was evident that her smile did not reach her eyes.

Yang Danning frowned, "Why do you seem so out of it? What are you thinking about?"

"Nothing, really." Ji Anning quickly perked up, smiling at Yang Danning.

"Have you been going out late at night to do shady stuff?" Yang Danning pursed her lips, gave Ji Anning a side glance, then looked down at her skirt and continued, "Just look at you, so listless; if you haven’t been stealing, you must have been smoking pot."

Her focus remained on her dress.

The old Danning was always bright and energetic, a person who would light up any room she entered, and now she was even more vibrant.

Ji Anning felt she was about to be stifled to sickness. She rubbed her temples and lowered her eyelids, not looking at Yang Danning.

"I feel dizzy; I’m going out for some air."

Just as she was preparing to get up, her buttocks barely off the sofa, a familiar voice called out from the door, startling her.

"Young Master Ji."

Young Master Ji...

Ji Anning’s eyes widened as she looked toward the door, where the tall figure of the man walked in, his shirt crisp, his formidable presence impossible to ignore.

He... he said he wouldn’t come, didn’t he?

"Brother Chicheng."

The arrival of Ji Chicheng brought unexpected joy to Yang Danning, her skirt lifted, she bounded toward him.

When she reached him, she took his arm with both hands, "Why did you come?"

Ji Chicheng glanced down slightly, his demeanor indifferent as he eyed her, "Can’t I come?"

The cool tone was his usual haughty manner.

Ji Anning fumed, wishing she could tear that deceiving man to pieces. How could he be so untrustworthy?