Pampered by My Ex's Cousin-Chapter 307 - 301: Knocking at the Door at Midnight (Twenty-Five)

Ji Chicheng’s hand trembled, and water spilled from the spout onto the table. When he realized what had happened, he turned his head to look at the old master, his eyes cold enough to seem frosty, leaving the old master puzzled.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

The old master furrowed his brows, his confusion tinged with guilt as he asked the question, not as assertively as before.

After asking, he immediately shifted his gaze from Ji Chicheng’s face, reached out to take the tea Ji Chicheng had just poured for him, took a small sip, and then continued to bow his head slightly.

"So, you still want to force them together?" Ji Chicheng spoke up, his eyebrows coldly raised.

The old master nodded with an ’mm’ sound and then added, "Putting aside what the fortune-teller said, just based on Anning’s intelligence and awareness of the bigger picture, she would definitely be a capable assistant in the future. We at the Ji Family have raised her for more than ten years; we can’t be raising her for someone else."

These words infuriated Ji Chicheng even more, his dark, brooding eyes already flashing with fire.

His fists clenched tightly.

It took a while before he managed to suppress the rage flaring in his heart, and then he smiled meaningfully, "Of course we can’t."

It was for him that she was raised.

The old master thought Ji Chicheng agreed with him and was overjoyed, "You think so too, right?"

While he spoke, he furrowed his brows and sighed, "Ah, Jingfeng only left home for a few days, and people already knew about it. If I hadn’t kept the lid on it, there would probably be news flying all over by now."

Ji Chicheng kept a stern face and said nothing.

The old master sighed for a while and then said to him, "When he comes back this time, you should talk to him, guide him, tell him not to be enchanted by that vixen anymore."

"I don’t have the time."

Ji Chicheng coldly replied with two words to the old master, stood up to leave, and didn’t say goodbye.

The old master watched his heavy silhouette, calling out, "Ah... Chicheng, you..."

Ji Chicheng walked on resolutely, not intending to stop at all. The old master gave up, withdrew his gaze with a sigh, "Ah, he just promised me at dinner to pay more attention to the younger generation."

...

After taking a bath, Ji Anning wrapped herself in a bath towel, her half-dry long hair draped loosely as she emerged from the bathroom.

Holding a dry towel in her hand, she tilted her head, drying the tips of her hair as she walked.

"Ji Anning, why do you have photos of me from high school on your computer?"

Suddenly, the familiar voice of a man reached her ears.

She was startled, her gaze moving towards the direction the voice came from. Ji Chicheng was sitting at her desk, his eyes fixed on her computer screen, an attractive hand holding the mouse.

"When did you come in?" Ji Anning was stunned momentarily before she realized what was happening and rushed over to the man, shielding her petite body in front of him, her hand quickly snapping the laptop shut.

Her entire body pressed down on the laptop, fearful that Ji Chicheng would open it again.

"Why do you have pictures of me on your computer?" Ji Chicheng repeated his earlier question. After asking, he tried to snatch Ji Anning’s laptop, "It seems there’s more than one."

Ji Anning hugged her computer tightly, not allowing him to succeed.

She said, "Those photos weren’t taken by me, the school took them, and someone else sent them to me in a batch, not just of you, but many people."

After she finished speaking, she turned her head and looked at Ji Chicheng with disdain, "Uncle, how could you just invade someone else’s privacy like that?"

Ji Chicheng shrugged his shoulders, "But you’re not someone else."

Ji Anning found herself at a loss for words...

Unable to find a retort for Ji Chicheng, she pouted and muttered discontentedly, "I had even set a password."