"Thank you... Thank you, Uncle."
She nodded at Chicheng, stuttering her thanks, her nervous back beginning to sweat coldly.
What was he going to do? What on earth did he want to do?
The uncle who wouldn't even help up a fallen oil bottle was suddenly serving her food, an event rarer than Ji Zhengdao doing it himself, unprecedented and likely never to be repeated.
She wondered what grandfather was thinking, whether he had started to suspect?
Ji Anning was so tense she was nearly at breaking point, almost insane.
She desperately wanted to slam her hand down, stand up boldly, and declare to him, "I slept with your son, we are together now."
But she didn't have the courage, nor could she bear the potential consequences.
Ji Anning, with her head bowed in unease, speculated the old man's thoughts until he finally spoke, "Chicheng, in the future, you should pay more attention to the younger ones, don't make them all afraid of you."
