Ji Anning gritted her teeth and nodded, "Fine!"
It was better than Danning being deceived all the ti.
Today, as she watched her stand before the mirror, looking so happy, Anning felt a deep sense of guilt—not because of her current relationship with Ji Chicheng, but because of her fear of being honest.
...
On the way, Ji Chicheng didn’t try to find another topic to talk to Ji Anning about, and Anning was staring out the window the whole ti, never even glancing at him.
The two were silent all the way until the car arrived at the entrance to the underground parking garage of Ji Chicheng’s apartnt, and that’s when Anning snapped back to reality.
She looked around and recognized the surroundings as Ji Chicheng’s apartnt complex, then turned her head and frowned at Ji Chicheng, "Why have you brought to your place?"
"Given your condition right now, there’s nothing I can do to you," Ji Chicheng said, casting a pointed glance at Anning’s belly.
Anning’s face turned red, and she covered her abdon with her hands.
She said, "I will get rid of this child."
This ti, unlike the last ti he heard her talk about aborting the child, Ji Chicheng didn’t imdiately get angry. Instead, he spoke in a soothing tone, "Though I also think you’re too young, I have heard that abortion can harm the body. If you give birth, I can take care of him."
Anning: "..."
Forget it, she thought, she didn’t need to go through him for this, didn’t need to get his approval.
Anning kept her head down and followed behind Ji Chicheng, fearing the elevator’s surveillance cara might capture her face.
The high-speed elevator reached the top floor in the blink of an eye. As they stepped out, Anning lowered her head even further, cautiously glancing at the apartnt next to Ji Chicheng’s.
Ji Chicheng saw through her thoughts imdiately and said while unlocking the door, "This whole floor is mine, and the surveillance is private; no one else has access to it except ."
The entire floor was his...
Hearing this, the word ’extravagant’ was all that flashed through Anning’s mind, but she wasn’t surprised.
On his eighteenth birthday, his grandfather had already given him a seaside villa worth fifty million; what were these two apartnts in comparison?
And others are distant, prideful, and love quiet; having neighbors is not only unnecessary for him but would probably disgust him.
Ji Chicheng opened the door, and imdiately all the lights in the house ca on.
His ho, just like his persona, was very clean.
Anning stubbornly refused to wear the brand-new slippers Ji Chicheng offered her, and she walked barefoot to the sofa and sat down.
Just like the previous two tis she had been here, she still felt sowhat restrained, her gaze wandering around the living room.
"Oranges are high in vitamins; you should eat more of them in the future."
In just a short ti, Ji Chicheng had already gone into the kitchen and prepared a simple fruit platter with three types of fruit: kiwis, grapes, and oranges.
He placed the fruit platter on the coffee table, then bent down to rummage through a drawer underneath it and pulled out a delicate set of Chinese chess.
As he set up the chessboard, he said to Anning, "I’ll teach you how to play first, tell you how each piece moves, but I’ll only teach you one side."
Anning really wanted to say that she genuinely didn’t need his instruction; she could figure it out faster on the internet when she got ho.
Because there would be no pressure, no nervousness.
She ridiculed the thought in her mind, only to then hear Ji Chicheng say, "Then, for every two moves, if I capture one of your pieces, you have to kiss ."
Anning: "..."
She looked at Ji Chicheng’s fair and handso face, which didn’t show even the slightest change in expression after saying sothing so shaless.
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