Pampered by My Ex's Cousin-Chapter 750 - 742: Be Good, Let Uncle Take Good Care of You (Part 3)

Ji Anning’s heart fluttered, and she nodded with a raspy voice, "Mhm."

She stopped her movements, locking eyes with him. His deep black pupils seemed like two profound whirlpools, drawing her in so deeply that she couldn’t escape.

Suddenly, Ji Chicheng extended his hand and drew her into his embrace, tightening his arms around her continuously.

He was searching for a sense of solidity, not hugging a blanket, not a pillow, not an illusion, but truly embracing Anning, the Anning he yearned for.

"Your wound," Anning said worriedly, looking at the injuries on Chicheng’s body. She lifted her neck, her gaze filled with anxiety.

She wanted to get up, but he was holding her too tightly.

Ji Chicheng shook his head, "It doesn’t hurt."

Then, his other hand clasped the back of Anning’s head, pressing her face against his chest, moving with his breath, with the rise and fall of his heartbeat.

The hospital gown he wore had a few buttons undone at the collar, revealing several scars of varying depths near his left collarbone to Anning’s direct view.

His skin was pale, making the scars strikingly clear and startling. She reached out with her hand, gently touching them, her mouth puckered in distress as she asked, "Uncle, why do you have such a scar on your waist?"

Before she had asked him to show her, he had stubbornly refused, but these past couple of days, as she helped him bathe, she finally saw it.

It was definitely a tattoo covering the scar, but it was so expertly inked that it was impossible to see how the injury had occurred.

Ji Chicheng’s body stiffened imperceptibly for a moment, and his expression faltered before he replied with a slight smile to Anning, "It happened during an adventure trip when I was studying in America, due to an accident."

"Oh," Anning nodded. Her other hand reached under the quilt to Chicheng’s waist, touching the rough patch, she asked, "Was the injury very severe? Who took care of you? Why haven’t I ever heard grandfather or the others mention it at home?"

She lifted her head again, her bright eyes intently on Chicheng, brimming with concern.

Ji Chicheng affectionately tousled her hair with his large hand, "It was quite serious, and I was taken care of by someone very beautiful."

He had responded to Anning’s first two questions but sidestepped the last.

Anning didn’t notice, for his use of the word ’beautiful’ had successfully diverted her attention. Such a beautiful person must be a girl.

Taking care of him when he was injured, could it have been like it is now?

The more she thought, the sourer she felt, and with a pout she asked, "A classmate from your time in America?"

"Are you jealous?" Young Master Ji pointed out Anning’s thoughts inelegantly and without romance.

Anning didn’t deny it, "If only I had known, I would have gone."

As she spoke, both her arms tightened around Chicheng, her cheek against his chest once more. While listening to the beat of his heart, she murmured, "After you left, I missed you, I couldn’t see you. I naively thought about going to America to find you. But when I checked the prices for a flight to N city, it cost thousands, so I went to ****** to earn money for the ticket."

Upon hearing this, Chicheng’s hand resting on Anning’s head trembled violently.

The hardships little Anning must have endured back then.

Since that time she gave him a card telling him it contained fifty thousand yuan, he had known, those years she must have suffered a great deal.

If only he had known sooner, if only... But there were no ifs. Before, they were always missing each other.