Pointing at the magazines, the flight attendant said to them, "Here are the magazines, feel free to read them."
Saying this, she glanced at Ji Anning and then smiled, "And there’s also the issue of Fashion that Miss Li is in."
As she spoke, she flipped through the magazines and pulled out one with a black, white, and red cover and handed it to Ji Anning, with a bit of a flattering tone, "This is the most popular one on this flight, favored by Chinese passengers."
"Thank you." Ji Anning smiled modestly and reached out to take the magazine.
It was the Fashion issue she had shot with Qi Helian. Since the shoot, so many things had happened that she hadn’t had a chance to look at their work.
As she held it, she glanced at the cover and was about to open it.
Suddenly, the man beside her snatched the magazine away.
"What are you doing?" Ji Anning frowned, displeased with Ji Chicheng’s actions, and turned to glare at him.
Only to find him staring at the cover with a cold smirk.
His smile was rather unnerving.
Ji Anning suppressed her urge to retort, turned her head silently, and gazed out the window as the plane flew through the clouds.
Enjoying the scenery wasn’t so bad either...
The man’s cold voice followed, "You’re wearing matching outfits?"
No kidding, can’t you see with your eyes?
The stripes on the clothes are identical, does it need to be asked?
Then Ji Chicheng asked, "This guy has a good figure, huh?"
Well, he looks slim in clothes and muscular out of them, better than you.
"With your lips so close, he didn’t take the chance to kiss you?" Ji Chicheng suddenly leaned in, whispering into Ji Anning’s ear.
The warm breath carried a hint of anger, catching her off guard.
Ji Anning’s body felt electrified, a tingling sensation spreading from her earlobes to her toes.
She blushed, turned her head, and pouted as she glared at the jealous man, "Do you think everyone is like you, seizing every opportunity to take advantage?"
"Yes, that’s exactly who I am."
Ji Chicheng nodded, and before she could dodge his dangerous aura, his soft lips brushed against hers.
By the ti she realized, he had already sat back down, looking serious.
Ji Anning felt incredibly awkward, not daring to look up at the flight attendant pouring water for them.
Ji Chicheng’s talk didn’t end there; he continued flipping through the magazine, chatting incessantly.
"Is this cover’s the about promoting sisterhood between two won?"
"Or supporting lesbianism?"
"Qi Helian looks way prettier than you, you must have pissed off the makeup artist."
"But you’re still my little beauty, very beautiful."
Ji Anning felt that this was probably the worst Qi He had ever been bashed.
It was also the most talkative her aloof uncle had ever been, his jealousy on full display.
...
After a ten-hour flight, they arrived back ho, just in ti for the morning.
As the car pulled into the yard, Ji Chicheng looked at the distant fountain, lost in thought.
’Chengcheng, Daddy built this fountain for you, do you like it?’
’Whenever Chengcheng is ho, the fountain must be on. If he’s not, you can’t turn it on.’
’I can let you do anything you want, but you must be healthy and safe.’
Ji Anning knew what Ji Chicheng was thinking. She reached out, grabbed his hand, and interlocked her fingers with his.
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