Pampered by My Ex's Cousin-Chapter 748 - 740: Be Good, Let Uncle Take Good Care of You (Part 1)
At this moment, in Ji Anning’s eyes, he looked every bit the seductive fox.
More bewitching than a woman, if it weren’t for those beauty pageant winners, who could match his devilishly handsome face?
If her uncle really were gay, with his domineering nature, he’d definitely be a top. And if he were looking for a bottom, then Qi Helian would be the perfect choice.
They grew up together, childhood sweethearts, and Qi He was not only good-looking but also very good at flirting.
Ji Anning wondered, if it weren’t for her, would they actually be together by now?
After all... it’s not everyone who can get so close to such a cold uncle. Look at Qi He with his coy act, if she hadn’t come in just in time, their lips would have touched.
No wonder the media make baseless speculations, where there’s no smoke, there’s no fire, right?
Envious, Ji Anning walked over to the bed and gave Qi Helian, who was still lying on Ji Chicheng and refusing to get up, a sidelong glance, "Mr. Qi, you can actually make such jokes. Aren’t you afraid I’ll snap a photo and post it online, breaking the hearts of all your little fans?"
Qi Helian laughed, "I wish you would spread it."
As he spoke, he opened his arms and gave Ji Chicheng a big bear hug.
Ji Chicheng’s face, already an iron blue, turned as black as the bottom of a pot, "Qi Helian, before I have my meal, you can leave."
"Come on, let me feed you."
Playful, Qi He sat up, rummaged through the bag that Ji Anning had brought back, and pulled out a bowl of plain porridge. He took it out, lifted the lid of the box, stirred it with a spoon, then scooped a spoonful and brought it to Ji Chicheng’s lips.
"Open up," he coaxed, mimicking the action himself, as if teaching Ji Chicheng how to do it.
Disgusting!
Ji Anning watched Qi Helian with distaste, but she was also curious—she really wanted to know if Ji Chicheng would open his mouth.
Because until now, aside from his changing face color, he hadn’t shown much reaction. Surely he wouldn’t actually eat the food fed by Qi Helian.
Ji Anning pouted, her eyes fixed on Ji Chicheng’s tightly pursed lips.
The atmosphere in the room was eerily quiet. Seeing Ji Chicheng’s indifference, Qi Helian daringly pushed the spoon toward his mouth, "Give some face, Ji Chicheng, take a bite."
His actions and gaze were filled with tenderness.
Ji Anning’s eyes were glued to Ji Chicheng’s lips, growing more and more anxious, wondering if he would open his mouth. She had never fed him before.
Suddenly, Ji Chicheng’s lips moved, slightly parting. With Qi He’s slender fingers pinching the spoon, he lifted his wrist a little, and the spoonful of porridge smoothly entered Ji Chicheng’s mouth.
His eyes curved in satisfaction, and he flashed his triumph at Ji Anning with a cocky tilt of his chin.
"You... you actually opened your mouth," Ji Anning frowned and pouted in disgust. "So gross."
Ignoring them, she picked up the basin she had left on the bench when she went out and quickly went into the bathroom.
Scrub, scrub, scrub, she was actually jealous over a man.
Miss Anning despised her own pettiness, closed the bathroom door, poured some water, and made quite a fuss before coming out.
She found Ji Chicheng propped up, holding the bowl and drinking the porridge. The room was now devoid of Qi Helian’s presence. Curiously, she asked, "Mr. Qi, hmm?"
"He left."
Ji Chicheng responded to Ji Anning indifferently, continuing to calmly sip his porridge, spoonful by spoonful, seeming in a good mood, his appetite robust.
