The aunt saw Ji Chicheng leaving and beca anxious, following behind him and calling out, "Sir, this breakfast is..."
People aren’t fools; after living together for a few days, the aunt had probably noticed the estrangent between Ji Anning and Ji Chicheng.
How affectionate they were two years ago.
The past Ji Chicheng had shown such concern for Ji Anning, which she had witnessed herself.
She couldn’t bear to see Ji Anning’s efforts in getting up early to prepare breakfast go unappreciated.
But as she followed Ji Chicheng, before she could finish speaking, Ji Anning stopped her, "Auntie, please help Fenfen with her napkin."
The aunt stopped her steps, turned around to look at the delicate three portions of breakfast on the table, then looked at Ji Anning with pity, "Miss Anning, you should tell Mr. Ji that you made this."
Ji Anning smiled and said, "I haven’t said anything, have I? I actually just wanted to make it for Fenfen and made so extra, there’s no need for him to know."
With that, she held onto the table, winced, and bent over to sit down next to Fenfen’s position.
The pain in her waist seed more severe than when she had gotten up in the morning.
Gently rubbing it with her hand did not seem to help, so she picked up her knife and fork, her gaze lingering deeply on the opposite seat, where the breakfast had no one to claim it.
With a soft sigh, she lowered her head and bitterly curled her lips.
...
"Boss, good morning!"
Ji Chicheng pushed open the door to his office, where Qingqing had already arrived, organizing the docunts on his desk.
Seeing Ji Chicheng, she greeted him, then approached him with a few docunts, speaking as she walked, "The head of H.G is already on his way here and should arrive around eleven, but there’s one more piece of news—I don’t know if it’s good or bad."
"What is it?" Ji Chicheng walked past Qingqing, reached his seat, undid his suit button, and then bent down to sit.
Qingqing turned to stand at the side of the desk and said to Ji Chicheng, "They’ve changed their boss, and the person coming to et with you today is their new CEO."
"It’s just a collaboration."
Ji Chicheng responded indifferently, not taking the news Qingqing ntioned to heart as he reached out to turn on his computer.
The computer screen displayed a cute picture of Fenfen, and he couldn’t help but smile.
"Oh, right." Qingqing suddenly rembered sothing and asked Ji Chicheng, "Miss Anning’s waist, is it better?"
Waist? Ji Chicheng moved his gaze from the computer screen, looking puzzledly at Qingqing.
Clearly, his reaction indicated he was unaware of Ji Anning’s injury, and Qingqing said, "Last night, I saw that her waist seed injured. She was having a hard ti climbing the stairs."
Upon hearing this, Ji Chicheng lowered his eyelids in thought, his lashes veiling his eyes, his indifferent face giving away no emotion to Qingqing.
"Uh... I’ll go start my work then."
Qingqing took her leave without waiting for a response from Ji Chicheng and turned to go out.
Her waist seed injured, and she had a hard ti climbing the stairs...
Qingqing’s words involuntarily made Ji Chicheng recall the scene that morning in the dining room when he saw Ji Anning.
She indeed seed to be bracing herself with one hand on the table, fiddling with the utensils in the other hand.
Was it because of the pain in her waist? And why was her waist injured?
These questions, one by one, drilled into Ji Chicheng’s mind, causing him so irritation, annoyed that his thoughts were always pulled back to Ji Anning.
That woman was clearly soone else’s now, and the only thing that still connected them was Fenfen.
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