Pampered by My Ex's Cousin-Chapter 665 - 657: It’s Not Your Turn to Be in Charge (Part Three)

The sound of firecrackers outside was incessant, everywhere filled with a thick festive atmosphere.

Ji Chicheng took his coat and strode heavily to the front door, not knowing when, snowflakes had started fluttering down outside again.

The moment he saw the fountain in the distance, memories of the opulent scene from when he first arrived in this household couldn’t help but flash through his mind.

"Chicheng, look at this fountain, do you like it?"

"Dad had it built especially for you."

"From now on, if you like it, keep it on; if not, turn it off." 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

Standing on the steps, with snowflakes swirling in the air, a chilling wind blew over, interrupting his thoughts. Glancing again at the fountain, he found it so desolate compared to the scene he had just reminisced,.

There was a feeling of things being the same yet the people having changed.

At this point, the butler came back from outside and upon reaching the steps, while folding the umbrella, hunched over and asked Ji Chicheng, "Young Master, are you going out?"

"Turn on the fountain."

Ji Chicheng instructed the butler casually and then lifted his foot, stepping off the staircase, he directly ********, weaving through the snow.

Seeing this, the butler immediately caught up, opening the umbrella to shelter him, "Young Master, the snow is heavy now, you should use the umbrella."

"No need," Ji Chicheng quickened his pace, as he passed the fountain, he turned around and repeated to the butler, "Keep the fountain on and give them a few days off to go home."

The butler didn’t follow him anymore, standing still and nodding blankly, "Ah, yes, I understand."

Watching Ji Chicheng’s retreating figure, the old butler’s eyes unavoidably misted over, "Ah, the Young Master seems to have suddenly grown up."

In the past, Ji Chicheng never talked to them, but now he was even considering the matter of giving them holiday time for New Year’s.

...

"Anning, how are you feeling?"

Hot... so hot.

Ji Anning felt groggy, as if she was burning up, but she couldn’t open her eyes. Someone was calling her name by her ear, a familiar voice, but she just couldn’t wake up.

Her hands raised anxiously, flailing wildly in the air, her lips as dry as if they had cracked, as if she was in a waterless desert. Desperate for a drink, she opened her mouth and gasped, "Thirsty, I want water."

"Anning, Anning."

The calls by her ear didn’t stop, the voice seeming even closer now. She suddenly reached out toward the direction of the voice and grabbed onto something, pulling hard, "Uncle."

The man, caught off guard, was pulled down, his heavy body lying on top of hers. She wrapped her arms around him tightly, the pleasing fragrance wafting into her nose.

Faintly there and yet elusive.

"Uncle, why are you my uncle?"

Ji Anning sobbed, crying heartbreakingly. She sniffled and tightened her arms a little more.

Her whimpering grew louder, like a child releasing pent-up emotions. Qi Helian, feeling heartbroken, lifted his head just to see Ji Anning’s face, not seeing her eyes open, but noting the large teardrops continuously falling down her cheeks.

Seeing her, his heart ached as if it were being tugged, he extended a hand and gently wiped away the tears that had just fallen with his fingertips, yet they kept streaming endlessly.

"You don’t love me anymore, you don’t like me anymore."

Ji Anning’s words were incoherent, but each sentence reflected the grievances of her heart.

Qi Helian’s neck was wrapped by Ji Anning’s hands, both of them intimately close. His body began to heat slightly as he looked at her red lips that had cracked and started to bleed.