Translator: Henyee Translations
Editor: Henyee Translations
“I’m fine now, Mom. Grandpa’s upset, you should hurry over to the dining room.”
Ji Anning gently pushed Yang Yufang in the direction of the dining room.
Yang Yufang continued to look at her with concern, “Then make sure to press ice on it when you get upstairs. If that doesn’t work, then get Dr. Zhang to come over to check it.”
“I will.”
Finally, after sending Yang Yufang on her way, Ji Anning breathed more easily. Leaning against the staircase railing, she peered toward the dining room. Recalling the indignance on Ji Ruoqian’s countenance, her lips curved upwards frostily.
Of course, her previous image as a vulnerable little white bunny was nowhere in sight. All that remained was a manipulative and evil little fox.
Suddenly, she sensed eyes trained on her from… upstairs!
She hastily swung her head around, looking upstairs. Her heart palpitated and throbbed loud. Her hands now hung at the sides of her body, quivering.
Standing loftily from above, it was a gaze that took in everything contemptuously…
Ji Anning was stupefied. Then she came to herself and in a trembling tone, “Little… Little Uncle.”
In a twinkling, she metamorphosed from a crafty little fox back into a little white bunny.
The mastery she possessed getting in and out of character was quite the achievement and not one which could be easily executed.
Upon greeting him, she ruefully shifted her eyes away while her jittery hands hidden behind her, wringing her skirt tightly.
The man’s indifferent stare was like a nail, nailing into her feet and immobilizing her.
When did this fellow start standing there? She neither had the nerve to look at his face nor to make eye contact with those profound eyes. The moment their eyes met, it was as though he could see right through her.
How much of the theatrics between Ji Ruoqian and herself was he a spectator to?
“Uh huh!”
His lukewarm answer made Ji Anning feel even more uncertain inside. Her heart thumped at full throttle.
As she gritted her teeth and gathered the courage to go upstairs, above her came the sound of footsteps.
He… was coming down!
Step by step, the man walked down the stairs. Dressed in smokey gray home wear, he appeared vastly different from when he was in the car and wore a white shirt. Yet the aura he exuded was identical.
Refreshing, pristine, and charming.
That gorgeous face had now shed all of its greenness and juvenility from when he was still a youth three years ago. Yet his eyes and expression were still… proud and detached!
Notably, where his bewitching eyes curved upwards, icy glamor was charged with temptation.
Like a bottomless vortex, with merely one look, it could suck you in with absolutely no means of breaking free.
After three years, Grandpa’s favorite had finally returned. Discord loomed over this household.
A scourge, he was genuinely a scourge.
The sound of Ji Chicheng’s footsteps drew closer and closer. His statuesque form, along with his glacial demeanor, closed in on her. Still too skittish to look at him straight in the face, she bit her lip.
Only once the subtle aroma of his fragrance wafted into her nose did she muster the courage to raise her head. She smiled at the man, who was now right in front of her. “Little Uncle, I’m going upstairs.”
Ji Anning gently nodded to Ji Chicheng before lowering her head and brushed quickly past him.