Pampered by My Ex's Cousin

Chapter 599 - 591: She’s definitely faking it! (4)

This B, she’s totally putting on an act!

She looked at Korea and said with a calm and composed tone, "It’s okay, Miss Korea can drink as much as she wants, no need to save money on my account. Even though I make one to one million eight hundred thousand per episode for acting, I can afford a few bottles of this caliber."

Blowing her own trumpet without blushing or skipping a beat.

"Using an idiom from your country, it’s hard to decline the kindness, so I will join Miss Niannian for a few drinks," Korea picked up her glass, tilted her head back, and downed one cup after another.

Ji Anning was not to be outdone.

She started by sipping her drink, calculating how much each sip cost, feeling a pang of pain, but gradually becoming numb to it.

Nothing else to say, just drink!

So there they went, drinking turn by turn, no need for dishes to accompany the drinks. When Ji Chicheng picked up a call and came back, there were already two empty bottles on the table.

He was slightly startled.

His towering figure entered the door, and Ji Anning immediately noticed him; her gaze darted over.

Suddenly, she leaned forward on the table, putting on a coquettish drunken act, "Uncle, what should I do? I drank too much while keeping Miss Korea company."

Her tone was overly coquettish, as ’cheap’ as it could get.

Seeing Ji Chicheng arrive, Korea also slowed her steps and stood up slowly, supporting herself on the table.

"Mr. Ji, Miss Niannian can really hold her liquor. She’s truly accustomed to socializing all year round; even I can’t compare," she said.

She turned around and walked towards Ji Chicheng with staggering steps, clearly pretending to be drunk.

Ah... so cheap, she’s actually making a move to throw herself into his arms, and even intending to slander her.

Indeed, was her experience still too shallow?

Ji Anning inwardly despised Korea as she watched Ji Chicheng, pouting her lips with a drunken mist in her eyes.

As if she was about to cry.

Acting, it was all acting.

She remained silent. Seeing her state, if he truly did not care to pay attention to her, even if she threw herself at him, it would only make her more miserable.

Uncle, will you come over?

Ji Anning lay her head on the table, recalling every little detail of Ji Chicheng’s careful nurturing from the past. The tears she forced initially gradually became real.

She closed her eyes, and tears slid down her cheeks.

She had intended to be manipulative, but why was she feeling so aggrieved and emotional now?

"The card doesn’t have a password, does it?"

Suddenly, a familiar masculine voice rang in her ear, as captivating as ever, seducing her heart.

Making her willing, sweet as honey, to live for him, to die for him.

She moved her pouting lips and softly replied to the man, "Uncle’s birthday, 010..."

The man’s calm dark eyes stirred with ripples after hearing ’Uncle’s birthday,’ followed by a flash of annoyance, "Why? Why do you want to leave?"

"Because I can’t, I can’t love Uncle," she replied.

Ji Anning, with her eyes still closed, tears seeped out again. She sniffed, shifted her position, turning the back of her head towards Ji Chicheng.

Ji Chicheng’s heart tightened.

Because I can’t, I can’t love Uncle...

What reason? What exact reason could there be not to love?

She was in so much pain, her eyebrows furrowed into a tight knot.

Ji Chicheng’s heart felt tied up in the same way, a heart-wrenching pain.

"Daddy, Mommy," Fenfen, who had had her fill, noticed Ji Anning.

Her chubby little body slid from the chair and she walked up to Ji Anning, standing in front of her with her neck tilted, looking at her curiously.