Pampered by My Ex's Cousin

Chapter 530 - 522 Jealousy (Part 1)

Ji Anning hadn’t expected him to suddenly wake up, caught off guard, her mouth agape, not knowing how to explain, "I..."

She tried hard to pull her hand back.

But Ji Chicheng held on tightly, not letting go.

"What were you trying to do just now?" Ji Chicheng again spoke coldly.

His breath carried a strong scent of alcohol.

Facing his bloodshot eyes, the corners of Ji Anning’s eyes also reddened, "I was just... just..."

She stuttered, unable to spit out the harsh words she intended.

"Get out!" Ji Chicheng suddenly released Ji Anning’s wrist and forcefully pushed her backward.

Ji Anning staggered, her body recoiling sharply, her waist slammed into the corner of the coffee table, the pain causing her to grimace, but she clenched her teeth, refusing to cry out in pain.

The man glared at her, "You could try challenging me once more."

"I know I was wrong."

At this moment, she really couldn’t bear to provoke him any further, pity was not even quick enough.

After apologizing, Ji Anning lowered her eyes, showing an attitude of admitting her mistake.

Ji Chicheng pushed her, "Get out, I told you to get out."

As he spoke, he turned his face away, not wanting to even see her.

Ji Anning pursed her lips tightly and nodded gently, "Okay."

The blow to her waist just now had been heavy, she was still in severe pain, one hand supporting the coffee table, the other to her waist, struggling to stand up.

Not sure which nerve had been hit, the pain made it very difficult for her to lift her legs, she dragged her feet, walking toward the stairs.

"Miss Anning, the sobering soup is ready."

Just as Ji Anning reached the stairway, Beige came out of the dining room, holding the steaming sobering soup, speaking to Ji Anning.

"You feed him and make sure he drinks it," she replied indifferently. Ji Anning steadied herself on the stair railing, painfully climbing the steps.

The intense pain in her waist persisted; she endured it, with sweat breaking out like beads on her forehead.

"Miss Anning, what’s wrong with you?"

Noticing Ji Anning’s unusual movement, Beige followed her up a few steps, asking with concern.

Ji Anning turned back, giving Beige a reassuring smile, "It’s nothing serious, don’t worry about me."

Then she continued climbing upwards.

Worried about Ji Chicheng, Beige didn’t dwell too long, casting a worried glance at Ji Anning, she took the sobering soup to where Ji Chicheng was.

Ji Anning had struggled greatly to climb to the second floor; she leaned against the wall, groping her way toward her own room.

Lyng on the bed, the little one beside her was breathing evenly. Ji Anning snuggled up to her, her nose brushing against her tender little face, sniffing the milky scent she carried, a cold and lonely heart could only find a hint of warmth in such deep nights, in this little one’s presence.

Only then did she not feel so alone.

That night, Ji Anning hardly slept, concerned about the drunken Ji Chicheng.

The next day.

As dawn began to break, she got out of bed and opened the door, the room opposite was still tightly closed.

Suddenly, the sound of a TV came from downstairs.

Who was watching TV this early?

Ji Anning frowned, her steps involuntarily cautious as she headed toward the staircase, still in pain, supporting herself with her hands as she walked.

The living room lights were on. Ji Anning reached the staircase and looked toward the sofa. The TV was on, and a figure was curled up on the sofa. She supported herself on the railing and descended the stairs.

Approaching the sofa, she caught sight of the person lying there and gasped, "Be..."

It was Beige; why was she sleeping on the sofa?