After Switching Bodies, the Mad Overbearing CEO Takes Over the Entertainment Industry Chapter 199: 197 I Love Spicy Food, Tiantian Accompanies Me2

Chapter 199: Chapter 197 I Love Spicy Food, Tiantian Accompanies _2

Gong Yu suppressed his anger, tossed the box into her hands, and looked coldly at Gong Dongxi, “Co outside with .”

The others, seeing this, each took their things, bade Gong Dongxi goodbye, and left the place.

In a secluded corner, Gong Yu pressed his lips tightly together, “Haven’t I told you not to provoke Ji Tian, not to throw yourself at Bai Tingyu? Did you take my words as nothing but wind?”

Gong Dongxi hung her head, tears pattering to the ground, yet she stubbornly retorted, “But I hate Ji Tian.”

Gong Yu felt helpless, he didn’t know which wire was crossed wrong in his sister’s head, she was almost obsessively crazed.

“If you hate her, stay away from her. Behind her stands the entire Ji Family. What do you have? What can you use to compare with her? Don’t be foolish, okay?”

Gong Dongxi bit her lip hard, tasting the blood.

Right, she had nothing.

Her father loved to drink and was a gambler; her mother flirted with male models on the sidelines, and their ho held no assets, all depending on her grand uncle and on Gong Yu’s status as the “heir of the Gong Family” to get by.

Even her own brother’s household registration wasn’t with them but was transferred under the grand uncle’s na, unaffiliated with their branch of the family.

Perhaps because they didn’t grow up together, their relationship wasn’t very close.

Everything was dictated by her parents, telling her to cultivate a good relationship with Gong Yu, to center everything around Gong Yu. Because of this relationship, her parents always asked Gong Yu warmly about his well-being and thus neglected her existence.

And all this because her brother was the heir, recklessly gambling more and more unbridled. In their mind, the entire Gong Family was already theirs; if not for her grand uncle still being alive, they would have already set off fireworks to celebrate.

Her eyes reddened even more, and raising her head, she shouted angrily, “Why should I be compared to others, always Ji Tian, Ji Tian, Ji Tian! You always talk about Ji Tian—if she is so wonderful, let her be adopted by my parents as their daughter, let her beco your sister. I have nothing. Isn’t it also okay for to strive for what I want with my own effort?”

“Since childhood, my parents only cared about you; they worried about whether you were hungry or cold, whether you were living well in that big villa, never caring if I was cold or hungry. If I perford poorly at school, I would be scolded and criticized, not as smart or capable or cute as the Ji Family’s princess. Why should I accept this?”

Tears welled up; she sobbed heavily, lifting her hand to wipe the tears on her cheeks, “I like Bai Tingyu, because since I was little, he was kind to . He said I was cute, kind-hearted, and would share his snacks with , play the bride and groom ga with —is it wrong to like him?”

“Brother, if you don’t support , please don’t disturb anymore. I won’t give up on Brother Yu.”

She ran from Gong Yu’s side, leaving him alone to watch her retreating figure.

He never knew how difficult Gong Dongxi’s childhood was, as at the age of seven, he had been sent overseas, only returning when he was fifteen, just like Gong Dongxi also never knew his hardships.

He carefully maintained his easily revoked heir status, hoping to eventually stand on his own and provide shelter for his family.

Bai Tingyu was not her destined one; his ambition and vengefulness were too strong. Following him wouldn’t lead to any good outcos, and he was only attracted to people as clever as himself.

He sowhat preferred Qin Jiangsheng, a guy who didn’t compete or contend, but his involvent with Ji Tian was sowhat troubling.

He wouldn’t ddle in Bai Family matters—no one understood better than him the importance of staying out of trouble.

On the first floor, Ji Qilin still accompanied Ji Tian to buy bubble tea, which she felt like drinking.

He didn’t particularly like sweets; Ji Tian ordered a mango sago and also got a rose sugar milk tea for Quan Ke. When he asked what he wanted, he thought for a mont before he said, “Order another one you like; don’t bother with Zhuyi’s, she won’t drink it.”

“Ow.”

Ji Qilin paid, and Ji Tian stood beside him, recalling the figure she had just seen, she quietly said, “Brother, I think I just saw our big brother.”

Ji Qilin chortled and gently pinched her cheek, “Big brother is at the company, he couldn’t be here in the mall.”

Ji Tian dismissed his hand, pouting and frowning, “If it hadn’t been for Gong Dongxi blocking my way, I would have definitely gone to check it out—it really looked like our big brother, and there was a woman with him. Could it be that big brother is dating soone?”

“Alright, that’s not happening. Kids who overthink get white hairs early.” He placed his hand on her head, making her turn away, refusing to entertain her query.

Once Ji Tian’s attention shifted back to the drinks, he then pulled out his smartphone and sent a ssage to Ji Lingyun: [Can you be more cautious when you go out? Little sister saw you.]

Ji Lingyun: [?]

He didn’t reply further, helped Ji Tian with the other two drinks as they went up to the fifth floor.

Initially ant for four, their hotpot session gained an extra mber, Bai Tingyu.

Shen Zhuyi had invited him, but it was just for a al; throughout the session, everyone barely interacted.

Except when Ji Qilin shared half of his milk tea with Ji Tian, suggesting she try the flavor.

The hotpot was both spicy and hot, causing Ji Tian to sweat profusely, fanning herself continuously, and Ji Qilin passed her a tissue, “Eat slower, be careful not to burn yourself.”

Bai Tingyu observed the interaction between the two, his gaze intensifying as it swept over Ji Tian. A faint smile appeared, “I rember Sister Ji Tian used to not eat spicy food. How co after growing up not only has her personality changed, but her food preferences too?”

Ji Tian paused, her glance eting Bai Tingyu’s sly, almost mocking look, similar to Gong Yu’s suspicion and anticipation of drama.

She tightly gripped her chopsticks, sensing Ji Qilin’s gaze, and was contemplating how to explain.

The next instant, Ji Qilin picked a piece of at from the clear broth for her, and took the spiciest beef roll for himself.

He casually explained to Bai Tingyu, “I love spicy food, and Tiantian just keeps company.”