She gnawed while tears stread down her face.
"Miss Anning, what’s wrong?"
Wu Sao entered from outside and, seeing Ji Anning’s tear-stained face, asked anxiously.
"It’s spicy," Ji Anning said, head lowered, her voice slightly choked.
With one hand holding a tomato, and the other wiping away her tears, they gushed forth like a spring, unstoppable.
Why was he so an?
Even more than Ji Ruoqian’s treatnt of her, was she not even allowed to eat so chili?
Claiming the spice made her cry, Wu Sao believed her and quickly fetched several tissues, wiping her tears and gently reproaching, "I told you not to eat chili, you silly child."
"Wu Sao, I’m going upstairs," Ji Anning snatched the tissues from Wu Sao’s hand, covered her mouth, and with head bowed, walked past her.
She couldn’t control it and felt she needed to cry for a while.
Lin Yanqin and Ji Ruoqian, mother and daughter, were sitting on the couch watching TV, the volu turned up high.
Not wanting to cause any conflict with them, she hastened her steps, ran upstairs in one go, and returned to her room.
When she closed the room door, she squatted down with her back against the wall, hugged her knees, and sobbed unrestrainedly.
Suddenly, a familiar ringtone ca from inside her room; it was her phone’s ringtone. She lifted her head, face full of tears, and looked over.
The phone was on the bed, its screen lit up, ringing and vibrating.
Who could be calling her at this ti? Could it be Danning?
No, that couldn’t be... Her whole bag had fallen into the sea last night, phone included. Where did this phone co from?
With that thought, Ji Anning quickly got up, dried her tears, walked to the bedside, and saw a brand-new phone of a brand that young girls loved. An unfamiliar number displayed on the screen, without a saved na.
She reached out hesitantly, picked up the phone, answered, and tentatively said, "Hello?"
"Are you crying?"
That voice!
Ji Anning’s eyes widened, and the next second, she realized who it was. She imdiately ended the call and nervously clutched the phone in her hands.
Then the phone ’dinged’ with a ssage notification.
She felt a chill like seeing a ghost, bowing her head to look at the phone screen. It was a text from the sa number.
"The phone is new, the number is your old one, and there’s porridge on the computer desk, rember to finish it."
Porridge? Computer desk? Ji Anning turned to look at her computer desk and saw an elegant white porcelain pot placed on it, half-covered with a lid.
Was that... the bird’s nest porridge he had carried out from the dining room earlier?
Buying her a phone, restoring her number, and delivering bird’s nest porridge!
What was he trying to do?
The unfolding events were totally different from the outline she had concluded in her mind.
As Ji Anning tried to guess Ji Chicheng’s thoughts, the phone ’dinged’ again with a new text ssage. She snapped out of her daze and looked at the ssage.
"Don’t let see you eating chili again!"
A brief statent, and right after she’d read it, another ssage ca.
"The temperature of the bird’s nest porridge should be about right by now. Carry it to the window sill and drink it there, and if you don’t, I will bring another bowl over soon."
He was going to bring another bowl over; it was clearly a threat.
And it was coercion plus threats!!!
Having just cried, Ji Anning’s emotions were very unstable and uncontrollable at the mont, and she had difficulty accepting Ji Chicheng bossing her around. She went over, picked up the bird’s nest porridge, and strode angrily toward the window.
Pulling back the curtains and opening the window, she imdiately saw the man standing on the balcony, looking her way.
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