Ji Anning curved her lips and nodded gently.
In reality, she did not look forward to attending any events. She disliked functions where she had to put on a false smile and socialize superficially.
But given her keen understanding of Yang Yufang’s status in the family all this time, now that the Old Master had taken the initiative and was letting her go out and mingle, she was happy for her, so she did not want to dampen her spirits.
“What’s so great about a stupid event held by the Cultural Affairs Bureau?”
With her head held high, Ji Ruoqian looked at Ji Anning and Yang Yufang in disdain, “It’s just some nerdy and poor officials.”
“Precisely.”
Ji Xiangting chimed as well.
After remaining silent all this time, Ji Chicheng suddenly stood up to leave without casting an eye at the people around.
At the sight of his statuesque form leaving, Ji Anning abruptly remembered something, “Mom, I’m full. I’m off to school now.”
She swiftly told Yang Yufang before standing to leave the dining room and went chasing after Ji Chicheng, “Little Uncle.”
On hearing Ji Anning calling for her, Ji Chicheng turned around slowly, looking at her with indifference.
“Shall I launder the dress before returning it to you?” smiled Ji Anning ingratiatingly.
She was hoping he would say not to bother and return it to him as it was.
After taking off the dress last night, she discovered it was Chanel and cost over $30 000. If she sent it for dry cleaning, she had to work as an extra five to six times to pay for it.
“Save it for yourself,” said Ji Chicheng nonchalantly.
After saying so, he turned around and went straight for the main entrance.
“No…” gazing at his utterly noble and tall silhouette from behind, something came to Ji Anning’s mind making her hesitant to speak. Her eyes dimmed promptly, and she changed her words, “I’ll get it dry cleaned before returning it to you.”
At the Jis, she was now completely immune.
But Ji Chicheng was always capable of evoking her self-esteem, and she could not ignore even one tiny look from him.
When Ji Chicheng stopped, his hands hanging by his legs curved slightly.
Only self-restraint was the hardest to endure.
“Suit yourself.”
After saying so, without a shred of warmth in his cold voice, he walked away heavily, disappearing from Ji Anning’s view.
…
Since Ji Anning had classes in the morning, she headed straight for the classroom after sending the skirt to the dry cleaner.
“Ji Anning.”
When she made it to the staircase and was about to go upstairs, a melodious female voice suddenly called her from behind.
Halting in her steps, she turned around perplexedly, looking in the direction of the voice to see a tall, slender girl dressed in a gray sports sweatsuit walking towards her with her head held high.
“Bai Guo.”
After a hint of surprise flashed across Ji Anning’s face, she then collected herself a little and suspiciously guessed her intentions.
“Let’s talk about Jingfeng.”
Walking up in front of Ji Anning, Bai Guo went on to express the reason she was here right away, “Jingfeng and I have been together for three years. To be precise, we dated for five years, and we love each other.”
With her chin tilting up, there was confidence written all over her face.
Ji Anning sneered, “Ha. If you’re that in love, then look for him. Why come looking for me?
She could understand if they were in love, but was not as open-minded about getting disturbed.
As she spoke, she turned around coldly and continued heading upstairs.
“He doesn’t love you. You should think it through and let him go.”
Her tone and aura were more highhanded and unreasonable than Ji Ruoqian.
Ji Anning halted in her steps. With her back facing Bai Guo, she said without turning around, “If he says he doesn’t want me, I don’t have a problem.”