Pampered by My Ex's Cousin-Chapter 632 - 624: Another Soccer Bet (Part Two)
Ji Anning was almost dragged along by him.
Unprepared, she gaped in shock.
Qi Helian’s footsteps did not advance; he stayed where he was, watching them walk away. His lips pursed, a bitter curve forming.
Qi Helian, you really deserve a "World’s Best Brother" award.
Ji Chicheng dragged Ji Anning directly into the pool, and as they walked deeper, her body, initially icy cold from the shore, gradually warmed up.
They waded to the opposite side and sat on the steps in the water, their bodies pressed tightly against each other, both draped in bath towels.
Ji Anning glanced sideways at Ji Chicheng who was slightly bowing his head, quiet and gentle.
"Uncle," she softly called out, awkwardly rubbing her hands.
Ji Chicheng hummed in response, raising his head to look at her, "Let’s watch the soccer game.
Again with soccer...
Images of that night when they bet on soccer and played Truth or Dare flashed through Ji Anning’s mind. She had lost and was kissed for five minutes.
Her face flushed, she lowered her head, her heart fluttering with excitement, "Ah... okay."
She nodded involuntarily.
"Wait a moment."
Ji Chicheng stood up, went to the shore to fetch his mobile phone, and sat back down next to Ji Anning. This time, they sat even closer, their arms touching.
While Ji Chicheng operated his phone, Ji Anning stole a glance and saw his home screen. Her heart felt as if it were brushed with honey, indescribably sweet.
It was a photo of her and Fenfen sleeping.
She also saw that Ji Chicheng’s phone was filled with many sports games, both soccer and basketball.
He randomly opened one and then said to Ji Anning, "I bet on Barcelona."
"No." Ji Anning refused, saying, "This time I bet on Barcelona."
She thought it was a replay, so he surely knew the outcome already. His eagerness to bet on Barcelona meant Barcelona must have won.
"Okay." Ji Chicheng nodded, "Then I’ll bet on Real Madrid."
"Is the bet the same as that day?"
The game had started a while ago, filled with many tense and thrilling moments. Finally, Ji Anning mustered the courage to ask about the bet.
Barcelona had nearly scored several times, and the bet was still unknown.
"Mmm." Ji Chicheng nodded, his gaze focused on the screen, not looking at Ji Anning.
Thus, Ji Anning did not see the sly gleam that briefly flashed in his eyes.
"Goal..."
Finally, in the thirtieth minute of the first half, the commentator shouted that a goal was scored. Ji Anning quickly glanced at the screen, players in white jerseys hugging and cheering together.
Ji Anning frowned, "Real Madrid?"
She snatched Ji Chicheng’s phone from his hands and checked carefully—Real Madrid had scored.
"Ji Anning."
Amid her annoyance and frustration, Ji Chicheng moved closer to her ear.
His warm breath lingered at the nape of her neck.
Ji Anning turned her head, frowning at Ji Chicheng’s handsome face enlarged in front of her, pouting as she asked, "Uncle, you did it on purpose, right? You knew it was definitely Real Madrid that won this time. You knew I would blindly follow you."
Mmm." Ji Chicheng nodded unabashedly, then suddenly changed the topic, "However, you only guessed the beginning, not the ending."
Guessed the beginning but not the ending? What did that mean?
Ji Anning blinked in confusion.
Ji Chicheng said, "This match is still won by Barcelona, but the first goal was indeed by Real Madrid."
He paused, then continued, "I knew you would follow my choice, and I... would not mislead you, not let you lose, but you do not trust me unconditionally, you worry too much."
