Translator: Henyee Translations
Editor: Henyee Translations
Not only was Ji Chicheng the apple of Old Master Ji’s eye, but he came to their aid earlier. Forging close ties would be nothing but beneficial.
“Erm…” Ji Anning shuddered inwardly. She looked towards Old Master Ji, at the man beside him, who was elegantly holding up his milk and sipping it.
With his creamy hands and long slender fingers, he held the transparent cup containing milk. Even the radiance exuding from smooth and rosy nails was graceful.
With his mouth on the edge of the cup, just as Ji Anning cast her eyes on him, his lips suddenly curved upwards.
It was intriguing.
Ji Anning, who was clutching the straps of her bag firmly, was ill at ease. She was about to greet her little uncle when the man’s eyes promptly veered towards her. A smile hung from his face as he mildly said, “She already greeted me at the staircase entrance earlier…”
Staircase entrance… the moment she heard the two words, Ji Anning was on tenterhooks. She hurriedly interrupted his words, “Little Uncle, you were just applauding me for growing taller.”
She grinned tensely while looking at them all.
“Really?” Yang Yifang studied Ji Anning, “Perhaps I didn’t notice from seeing you every day. You must have grown taller.”
As though she was conversing with both herself and Ji Chicheng.
Ji Chicheng acted as though she directed it at him. Nodding his head, he said, “Yeah. She got a little taller.”
As he spoke, he swung his head around to face Ji Anning. He smiled, “Especially when I saw her at the staircase entrance. It was more obvious in that dress.”
In Ji Anning’s opinion, he was calculatingly reminding her of the staircase entrance. It made her anxious and overstrung.
It has been 3 years, but this guy has not changed at all!
Ji Anning gritted her teeth inwardly, but could not display any emotion on the surface.
On hearing Ji Chicheng, as though reminded of something, Yang Yufang smiled at Ji Anning, “Anning, that dress you wore looked great. Did you go shopping for it with Jingfeng yesterday? Did he help pick it out?”
Ji Anning was dumbfounded!
Was her mother not the one who prepared that dress for her?
‘Can’t the Nings afford papayas…’
The note she saw at the hotel got summoned to her mind. Ji Anning came to herself and shook her head at Yang Yufang, “No. I chose it on my own as a birthday gift to myself.”
Under immense apprehension, she grasped her bag straps tightly in her clammy palms.
She was dying to leave and shake off their looks.
Scarcely had she finished when an acidic voice suddenly came from the dining table, “Such extravagance. That’s from Chanel’s latest fall collection. A limited-edition no less worth over $90 000.”
It was the voice of Ji Ruoqian, who had a vendetta against her.
Looking sideways toward Ji Anning, with a face laden with contempt and mockery, she implied that Ji Anning was unfit for such a luxury dress.
Heavens! A dress worth over $90 000?
Was last night’s rapist nouveau riche?
She was implying that Ji Anning was unfit for such a luxury dress. Then came a new question, how could she afford that dress? It was over $90 000, not $9000 or far less $900.