Pampered by My Ex's Cousin

Chapter 410 - 404: Choice (1)

The show just ended like that, and Lin Yanqin and her two daughters were feeling disappointed when Ji Chicheng returned.

A sly gleam flashed in Ji Xiangting’s eyes. She looked towards the entrance and saw Ji Chicheng coming in. She hooked her lips coldly, "How timely of my little brother to return, Yang..."

She suddenly paused, glanced at Yang Danning, hesitated for a moment, and then continued, "Miss Yang just arrived and brought us many gifts."

Standing by, Ji Ruoqian immediately followed up, "It seems like for our future auntie, Miss Yang still has a better shot."

The broken engagement between Ji Chicheng and Yang Danning was publicly explained as a peaceful split due to incompatible personalities after some time together. However, the family knew that Ji Chicheng jilted Yang Danning, never intending to marry her. It had always been Yang Danning’s unrequited affection, while their elders worried over the affair.

Because Yang Danning was good friends with Ji Anning and had often helped her out, Ji Xiangting and Ji Ruoqian didn’t like Yang Danning. Now that she had been dumped and was still eagerly visiting their home, it wasn’t their style not to take advantage of this opportunity to settle past grudges.

Yang Danning’s face was alternating between red and pale.

First, she felt awkward from Ji Mingyue’s comments. Now it was Ji Xiangting and Ji Ruoqian, the two sisters.

With her strong personality, she was finding it difficult to stay, and looked at the elder with a feigned smile, "Uncle, Chicheng brother has returned. Let him keep you company for chess. I should leave."

’Hmph.’ The old man snorted coldly, "He doesn’t have the leisure to accompany me. You play with me."

The tone was not open to rebuttal.

Yang Danning pursed her lips and hesitated for a moment before nodding, "Then... okay."

Her tone conveyed clear reluctance.

To have the honor of playing chess with the old master of their family, yet she seemed so unwilling.

Watching Yang Danning’s side-by-side figure with the old man, Ji Mingyue was dissatisfied. She turned to Ji Chicheng and said, "That girl is too hypocritical and pretentious. I wouldn’t recommend you marry her."

"Hmm."

Rarely, Ji Chicheng gave her a friendly smile and obediently nodded at her.

It wasn’t until Ji Chicheng had walked past her that she reacted. Watching his retreating figure, Ji Mingyue muttered under her breath, "Has this kid finally come to his senses?"

He was now so willing to listen to his sister’s words.

As Ji Chicheng ascended the stairs, one hand in his pocket, the other holding a cellphone as he looked down at it.

As he approached his room, he looked up, a flash of disgust in his eyes, and his footsteps halted.

"Chicheng brother."

Yang Danning had her arms crossed, leaning against Ji Chicheng’s door. As soon as she saw Ji Chicheng approaching, she straightened up, wanting to greet him.

But just as she was about to step forward, Ji Chicheng greeted her with an unfamiliar tone, "Miss Yang."

Yang Danning reined in her eager feelings and sarcastically curled her lips, "Heh, that was quick to burn the bridge after crossing the river, wasn’t it?"

Ji Chicheng looked at her coldly, his impatience undisguised.

The reason he wasn’t moving forward was that Yang Danning was blocking his doorway.

Seeing that he was silent, Yang Danning continued, "Every time you agreed to be with me, whether for a meal or to go try on dresses, wasn’t it all for Ji Anning?"

"Miss Yang knows her own heart, that’s good enough."

Finally, Ji Chicheng spoke, his indifferent voice carrying a deliberately detached chill.

There’s a popular saying online: If some things are clear in your heart, why bother clarifying them? In the end, if others don’t agree, it’s you who loses face.

This was exactly how Yang Danning felt at that moment. Ji Chicheng’s response felt like a knife to her heart—not only painful but also humiliating.

She looked up at his tall frame, his exquisite features, his unattainable, lofty aloofness. Such a beautiful man, yet she couldn’t have him.

Her eyes reddened, she took a step forward, and reached out to embrace Ji Chicheng.

Crying, she asked, "Chicheng brother, I like you. In what ways am I worse than her?"

"Let go." Ji Chicheng pushed Yang Danning away with revulsion, his cold fury clear as he stared at her tear-streaked face, unyielding to any pity, his voice still as cold as ice, "That slap you gave her, she deliberately helped you cover it up, but that doesn’t mean I won’t hold it against you."