Pampered by My Ex's Cousin

Chapter 433 - 427: A Huge Joke (Part 4)

Ji Chicheng’s face revealed an injured expression Ji Anning had never seen before, but he still didn’t believe her reasons.

He didn’t want to believe them.

"I will definitely investigate thoroughly."

He released Ji Anning’s hand, turned around, and his tall figure desolately disappeared from Ji Anning’s sight.

’Crying proves you are weak...’

The words he had once said to her when they were younger echoed in her ears again.

But how could she show weakness now? She was supposed to be cold-blooded, cruel, and merciless.

Ji Anning gently closed her eyes, squeezed the tears out, dried them, and after recomposing herself, she reappeared before everyone.

The living room was bustling.

"Anning, are you feeling better?"

As soon as Ji Anning came downstairs, the old master looked at her with concern and asked.

Ji Anning smiled faintly and shook her head, "It’s nothing, just the thing that Fourth Aunt gave me looked too disgusting."

Thinking back on it now, there was still a vague sense of turmoil in her stomach. She quickly suppressed it and directed her thoughts elsewhere.

"I’m telling you, you should still get checked at the hospital to be safe. You young people nowadays act like you know everything, but in reality, you know nothing."

The worried Mrs. Ji chimed in again.

Bringing back the nervousness that Ji Anning had barely pushed down.

Her feigned smile became even more strained, and she replied to Mrs. Ji, "Great Aunt, you’re overthinking it."

Then she glanced at the coffee table, laden with various snacks, casually picked up an orange, and sat down beside Ji Jingfeng.

She didn’t want to stand out in front of everyone.

Her aim in taking an orange was to make everything look more natural, but it paved the way for the imaginatively inclined Ji Mingyue to build a theory.

"Liking sour oranges, it seems it’s really happening," Ji Mingyue stared at the orange Ji Anning was holding, looking like an expert, and after analyzing she turned her head to the old master beside her, "Dad, you better go look up a dictionary quickly, it’s time to start thinking of a name for your great-grandchild."

Ji Zhengdao’s face was darker than the bottom of a pot.

Dark and silent for quite a while, he finally managed to suppress his anger a bit and sternly said to Ji Mingyue, "Ji Mingyue, Secretary Wu has already prepared the profiles of your matchmaking candidates. You can start going on arranged dates these next few days."

"Mhm." Ji Mingyue obediently nodded her head, "Please invite them all over, I want to try how it feels to select a consort like the ancient emperors."

"Pfft... pfft... pfftpfft... hahaha..."

Ji Ruo QianRuoqian tried several times to hold back her laughter, but ultimately failed and burst into loud guffaws.

The rest of the people also covered their mouths and stifled their laughter.

"You must go. Later I’ll have Secretary Wu give you your detailed schedule. If you don’t go, don’t bother coming back next year," the old master said coldly, his tone brooking no argument, as he commanded Ji Mingyue.

Then he got up and left in a fury.

"Such a temper, like he’s eaten gunpowder," Ji Mingyue grumbled discontentedly at the old master’s retreating figure, also expressing her puzzlement at his anger.

However, no one knew the full extent of the old master’s worry once he turned his back on everyone.

The elderly man leaned on the staircase, his steps heavy as he ascended. Reaching the corner, he stopped, looked at the figure standing in the shadows, and said calmly, "You’ve seen it too, people are realistic. She can turn around and curry favor with another person so easily, and she adapts well."