Pampered by My Ex's Cousin-Chapter 293 - 287: Knocking on the Door at Midnight (Eleven)

Was she being blamed for not getting him a fried dough stick too?

While pondering, Anning pursed her lips and explained, "Oh, I remembered you don’t like to eat this kind of fried food."

As she spoke, she lowered her head and prepared to continue eating the rice ball in her hand.

"You remembered wrong."

Chicheng stood up, reached out, and swiftly snatched the rice ball from Anning’s hand.

By the time Anning looked over, he had already bitten off half of her rice ball. She frowned and protested, "If you wanted some, I could have given it to you. Why did you have to snatch it?"

She was startled.

Chicheng’s mouth was stuffed full, and as he chewed, he looked at her and said, "If I don’t snatch, I’ll never get any."

After he finished, he glanced at Anning with slightly raised eyelids. Although it was a very faint glance, it achieved its purpose. Anning caught the deeper meaning behind his use of the word "eat," and her face flushed red.

Feeling embarrassed, she lowered her head, her gaze unintentionally falling on her abdomen. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

’Yes, miscarriage, no~uterus left.’

Suddenly thinking of Bai Guo’s situation, Anning raised her head to look at Chicheng, "Uncle, there’s something I want to ask you."

"Was this shaped by hand?" Chicheng, changing the subject, raised the rice ball in his hand and asked Anning.

"No." Knowing his obsession with cleanliness and having never seen him eat street food from childhood, she shook her head and said, "It was shaped with bamboo strips and clean gauze."

Having answered, she returned to the previous topic, "Uncle, there’s something I want to ask you."

"You’ve already said that twice," Chicheng frowned, glanced at Anning, and then continued eating the rice ball in his hand.

Anning asked, "Bai Guo had a miscarriage, did you know?"

After asking, she slightly narrowed her eyes, intently staring at Chicheng’s face to catch every bit of his reaction.

She always felt that Bai Guo’s miscarriage and the removal of her uterus weren’t simple matters.

Because Chicheng had previously chastised and threatened Bai Guo and Jingfeng due to her, she first suspected whether it was his doing.

He took revenge seriously. For a T-shirt, he had given his niece a harsh lesson—much more for his child, their child.

"I knew. I did it," Chicheng nodded, very straightforward.

Anning had almost confirmed it was his doing, so she wasn’t surprised at all. She continued to press, "What about Bai Guo’s uterus removal?"

Was that his doing as well?

Chicheng, countering with a question, asked, "Do you sympathize with her?"

"No," Anning instantly shook her head.

They killed her child and nearly took her life; why would she sympathize with her?

She was just puzzled, "Jingfeng is your own nephew."

No matter how incompatible they were, the blood relation was there. Jingfeng called him uncle, his own uncle, which was a fact.

There’s a saying, ’Blood is thicker than water.’

"The identity of a love rival comes first," Chicheng gave Anning a look and then picked up the original rice ball he had, handing it to Anning, "Eat this one."

He changed the subject, and Anning didn’t pursue further.

The identity of a love rival comes first...meaning she was more important to him than his own nephew. What more was there to ask?

Asking further would just seem pretentious.

Anning took the rice ball from Chicheng’s hands, turned around, leaned against the table, and continued eating with both hands.

"Come to sleep over at my apartment this afternoon."

The voice of Chicheng suddenly rang out again.

Without even thinking, Anning immediately shook her head in refusal, "No, I can’t come."

(I’m dead tired, good night, don’t forget to vote...)