Pampered by My Ex's Cousin-Chapter 340 - 334: Exercises to Maintain Figure (Part 3)

The old man didn’t concern himself with whether Ji Ming Yue was angry or not, and after addressing everyone, he leaned on the coffee table for support and stood up.

As the old man got up and took his first step, Ji Anning noticed a slight limp in his step.

His right leg wasn’t as nimble, probably due to pain.

It was then she truly felt that her elder had indeed grown old.

Once the old man had left, everyone followed one after another, with Ji Jingfeng, who was eager to impress, leading the way.

After Lin Yanqin and her two daughters had left, Ji Ming Yue casually stood up and approached Ji Anning. She looked down at her with a patronizing gaze.

"Ji Anning," she said, "Xiangting told me the old man has been valuing you a lot recently. I didn’t believe it at the time, but it turns out to be true."

Her tone was tinged with sarcasm, but Ji Anning just listened without responding.

Then, Ji Ming Yue’s gaze shifted to Ji Anning’s abdomen, and the corner of her mouth curled up with a sneer, "Could it be that you have the Ji Family’s seed in your belly?"

"Uh..."

Just as Ji Anning was about to shake her head to deny it,

Ji Chicheng, who had seemed to be lost in his own world, oblivious to everything around him, suddenly spoke up, cutting in before she could respond.

"Fourth sister is really smart."

Ji Anning’s eyes widened in shock as she looked over at him.

Ji Chicheng put away his phone, stretched his arms out along the armrests of the sofa and slouched lazily into the couch.

The faint smile on his face matched his languid posture.

Ji Ming Yue also turned to look at him, "Really?"

She frowned as if to say, if that were true, she wouldn’t be able to accept the fact.

"I’m just guessing," said Ji Chicheng, spreading his palms and shrugging his shoulders.

Ji Anning, looking at his demeanor, felt he was particularly asking for a beating and couldn’t help but laugh to herself.

"Ai, if it’s true, then I’m going to be an auntie, how terrifying." Ji Ming Yue shivered as she imagined the image of her little nephew or niece calling her ’auntie’ as they followed her around.

Then, shaking her head and talking to herself, she walked into the dining room, "Only twenty years old, why rush into having kids."

Ji Anning watched Ji Ming Yue enter the dining room before she turned her gaze back and glared at Ji Chicheng on the sofa, silently calling him a "jerk" with her lips.

Then she pouted and rolled her eyes at him before preparing to go upstairs to return her bag to her room.

As she had to pass by Ji Chicheng’s sofa, he suddenly stood up and quickly kissed her on the lips.

Ji Anning’s heart, in that second, nearly leapt out of her chest.

She held her breath, staring at the man who had already walked away, his hands casually in his trouser pockets, looking very dashing.

She was furious, wishing she could hurl the bag in her hand at him.

One day he would scare her into having a heart attack.

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When Ji Chicheng entered, he noticed that Ji Jingfeng had already taken the seat next to Ji Anning, which was where Ji Jingfeng habitually sat.

But ever since the first time he sat there, he felt that the seat was his, that it should naturally belong to him.

If it wasn’t him sitting there, then the chair next to it shouldn’t be occupied by Ji Anning either.

He walked over, pulled out Ji Anning’s chair, and sat down leisurely, calm and composed.

Ji Jingfeng frowned, puzzled, looking at Ji Chicheng.

At that moment, Ji Ming Yue’s voice came from across the table.

"Chicheng, why aren’t you sitting next to Dad anymore?"

She too was curious. Ji Chicheng had been sitting by the old man’s side for over a decade; why had he suddenly changed his seat?