Pampered by My Ex's Cousin-Chapter 348 - 342 All I Want is Just One Ji Anning (Part 1)

Ji Chicheng had already climbed up to the balcony of his room and, with both hands on the railing, leaped over it in one smooth, seemingly effortless motion. She, however, was so worried her heart nearly burst out of her chest. Even though it was only the second floor, falling could have minor or serious consequences.

How could he be... How could he be so willful?

Ah!

Ji Anning leaned against the window frame, looking out at the now empty balcony and sighed sorrowfully. She suddenly felt heartache, great heartache, for the him who changed and tolerated her just to be the way he was.

Ji Anning, you clearly love him too.

...

"Pry the lock open, quick."

The old master’s voice was trembling with urgency outside, commanding someone to pry open Ji Chicheng’s door.

Just then, the door suddenly opened.

Ji Chicheng, with one hand in his bathrobe pocket and the other on the doorknob, looked emotionlessly at the crowd at the door, "What’s going on?"

"Why weren’t you responding to me from inside your room?" perspiration dotted the forehead of the elderly man.

He anxiously observed Ji Chicheng’s expression.

Ji Chicheng responded coolly, "Taking a bath."

He indeed looked sweaty, as if he had just come out of the bathroom after a bath.

At these words, Ji Zhengdao’s face showed a trace of embarrassment, "Ming Yue and I were knocking on your door, you didn’t respond, I thought something had happened."}

At this, Ji Chicheng’s gaze softened considerably, and he gently shook his head, "It’s nothing."

He had a condition of low blood sugar; fainting due to hypoglycemia was not a new occurrence.

It was no wonder the old man was worried.

"You didn’t hear us knocking so loudly while you were taking a bath?" Ji Ming Yue eyed Ji Chicheng skeptically.

It seemed she didn’t believe he had actually been taking a bath.

Ji Chicheng gave her a cold look, "Sis, don’t you have to sleep at night?"

Clearly showing his annoyance with her fussing.

Ji Ming Yue was very dissatisfied with his attitude, "You ingrate, every time I show concern for you, it’s like a kind deed to an ungrateful dog."

Ji Chicheng no longer paid her any heed, his gaze lazily shifting to the old master, "She’s scolding you."

Without expression, he mockingly informed his grandfather, then lazily turned around, entered his room, and closed the door, leaving all those who had been worried about him moments ago outside.

"You little rascal, when did I ever curse at Dad?" Ji Ming Yue yelled at Ji Chicheng’s closed door.

The grandfather, his face turning green with anger, forcefully smacked the back of Ming Yue’s head and shouted, "Go back to sleep!"

Ji Ming Yue, feeling unjustly hit, frowned and stared discontentedly at her father, "Dad, why are you so biased?"

"Humph!" The old man snorted coldly from his nose, "I’ve been biased not just today or yesterday."

With that, he turned and walked into his room.

Everyone: "..."

Nobody had ever seen such open and unashamed favoritism.

...

"Smack!"

Ji Anning had just come out from the bathroom after washing up and was preparing to change clothes when suddenly a loud noise came from downstairs, sounding like a teacup shattering on the floor.

She startled for a moment, thinking it was the servants cleaning and accidentally breaking something, and was about to continue changing her pajamas.

Suddenly, another sound came— the old master’s furious roar.

"Ji Jingfeng, go to Garden Island with Yang Yufang, and never come back."

Although the room was soundproof, it was very clear, indicating just how angry the old man was at that moment.

Ji Anning’s heart trembled with fright.