Pampered by My Ex's Cousin

Chapter 397 - 391: Fate Plays with People Like This (Part Six)

Her gaze guiltily darted away for a moment, just as she was about to undo the fastening and call for Lin Yanqin, she was preempted by Ji Ruoqian’s accusing voice.

"Ji Anning, you finally know to come home, I thought you had found a new home outside and would not return."

"Where have you been gallivanting these past few days? Grandpa fell sick and you didn’t come back, or do you really have someone else out there?"

Her words became more and more unpleasant, this was a hospital, and moreover, it was the old patriarch’s sickroom, Ji Anning, fearful of disturbing the old man, thus did not respond.

"Auntie."

She greeted Lin Yanqin, then lifted her foot and walked past them.

"Still..."

Being ignored, Miss Ji Ruoqian’s temper flared up, she turned around, and with clenched teeth glared at Ji Anning, but was held back by Ji Xiangting, "Let’s go back, this is Grandpa’s sickroom."

Xiangting forcefully dragged Ruoqian out of the sickroom.

For the first time, Ji Anning saw a sickroom larger than an average two-bedroom, one-living-room home; apart from medical equipment, it had everything a home should have.

And she also noticed that Ji Chicheng was not inside.

The old patriarch was wearing a hospital gown, his face grim as he leaned against the headboard; Ji Anning’s heart began to tremble, her steps faltering as she approached him.

"Grandpa."

She called out cautiously, her voice as light as a feather.

"Come and sit." The old man gestured to Ji Anning, his face warming up.

Ji Anning’s hands were clenched nervously behind her back as she walked to the side of the bed and sat down, bending at the waist.

Lowering her eyelids, she dared not look at the old patriarch’s face.

"Your uncle stepped out to take a call."

Ji Anning, who had been annoyed at Chicheng’s absence and wondering where he was and why he wasn’t there, suddenly heard the old man tell her.

She felt even guiltier, lifting her head to look at the old man, intentionally steering the conversation elsewhere, "Are you feeling unwell anywhere else?"

"It’s nothing." The old patriarch shook his head, a kind smile appearing on his face.

Ji Anning couldn’t discern his true emotions and felt that at this very moment, he probably harbored a desire to kill her.

After all, she had involved herself with his most doted-on youngest son; how could he possibly still smile at her?

As she was trying to figure out the old patriarch’s thoughts, Chicheng’s voice suddenly came from behind her.

Ji Anning was taken aback, and the next second she turned her head, Chicheng was already close by, his eyes looking at her without any reservation.

"Have you had dinner yet?"

Chicheng walked up to Anning and asked her with concern.

This guy... even if Grandpa knew about their relationship, their relationship was awkward and shameful, which was a fact; in front of the old man, he should at least show some consideration, right?

He’s used to doing as he pleases; how is she supposed to face this, how!?!

Ji Anning was inwardly frantic, but she couldn’t let it show. She kept her head down, not daring to look at Chicheng, and even less at the old patriarch.

"I ate on the plane."

She nodded, giving Chicheng a perfunctory reply. She felt like she couldn’t catch her breath and wanted to leave, but Chicheng hadn’t said anything, and she didn’t dare to speak up about leaving.

She was really in a tough spot.

Just then, the old patriarch’s voice suddenly spoke up, "It’s late, have someone send Anning back."

He looked at Chicheng and said.

Ji Anning felt a great sense of relief, wishing she could give the old man a grateful glance, but all she could do was breathe a quiet sigh of relief.

Following this, Chicheng’s voice again sounded by her ear, "I’ll take her."

As he spoke, he reached out and took Ji Anning’s hand.