Translator: Henyee Translations
Editor: Henyee Translations
She reckoned the guy must have stood there for a long time. He saw everything that erupted between Ji Ruoqian and her.
Based on her knowledge of him, if he could respond monosyllabically, he would taciturnity avoid saying more. At home, if a bottle of oil wobbled, he would rather step over it than take the trouble to bend over and hold it steady. So he was unlikely to expose the truth to everyone.
“Earlier on…”
Planning to leave the situation to chance, Ji Anning ran upstairs. From behind came the man’s tepid voice. His tone was languid and paused barely after two syllables.
Earlier on? Ji Anning went wide-eyed. Her heart throbbed out loud as she fretfully clenched her fists.
“Are your knees alright?” came the man’s voice from behind.
It startled Ji Anning that this guy had indeed witnessed the scene from before. Having grown up together, he had never shown concern for anyone.
Much less to be worried for her. Their interaction typically revolved around him, giving her setbacks, and ridiculing her.
He was implicitly trying to tell her that he had seen everything just now.
With a perturbation, Ji Anning pondered how to reply to the man behind her. The man sluggishly spoke again, “It was your right leg, right?”
“…” Ji Anning was stunned.
She just knew he saw it. This treacherous fellow stood there for a long time.
Ji Anning gritted her teeth and turned. Smiling at Ji Chicheng, “What are you talking about, Little Uncle?”
Regardless of whether he saw it, she cannot admit it.
She had to play dumb.
“At this angle, I saw you tripping her with your right foot…” Ji Chicheng leaned languorously on the staircase railing. With one hand in his home wear pants pocket while the other pointed to the right of the marble pillar on the second floor at the top of the stairs. He glanced expressionlessly at Ji Anning’s right leg as he slothfully said.
It gave Ji Anning a feeling like he was doing this deliberately.
She had an inkling that he was doing it intentionally.
As he was about to divulge the truth about Ji Ruoqian and her, she hastily interrupted, “Little Uncle, hurry up and go for breakfast. Don’t keep Grandpa waiting.”
“Mhm!” Ji Chicheng nodded his head, sounding quite approachable. Then lazily sauntered over towards the dining room.
Wearing white indoor slippers, he dragged them along too torpid even to lift his feet.
Will he tell Grandpa after he gets to the dining room?
Seeing how easy-going Ji Chicheng was, Ji Anning felt torn. In theory, he would not even help support a bottle of oil, but here he was bringing it up on purpose… it was a little abnormal.
Ji Anning’s heart got racked with bewilderment. As Ji Chicheng was about to turn to enter the dining room, she opened her mouth and cried, “Little Uncle…”
Ji Chicheng halted in his steps. He turned around leisurely and looked at her, “What?”
“After not seeing you in three years, Little Uncle has gotten more handsome,” Ji Anning beamed and smiled ingratiatingly. Her intentions were as clear as day.
No harm could come from singing praises.