One person and one cat almost suffocated her.
Ji Weitian couldn't bear to get rid of her precious daughter, so she unhesitatingly grabbed the cat and tossed it aside, "You eat so much and still want to sleep on your owner's chest?"
"Meow—" Fatty turned over with a cry, looking at the Little Glutinous Rice Dumpling still asleep on Ji Weitian's chest, as if accusing her of favoritism.
Ji Weitian didn't feel guilty at all, "This is my grandmother, the head of the household. You all have to please her. Blame me?"
Couldn't provoke, couldn't provoke.
Fatty, living like a cat spirit, decisively gave up the challenge and, in a feline gait, found a comfortable spot to continue sleeping.
Ji Weitian turned her head to look out the window. The sky was just getting light, and she could lie in bed a little longer.
She reached out to move her daughter, who had come over to sleep with her because she was scared, to the side, intending to hold her soft little body for another nap. But her phone rang at the worst time.
Who could it be?
On such a lovely holiday, must they disturb her sweet dreams?
With a glance, she saw it was her not-so-close father, Ji Mofeng.
Ji Weitian's sleepy eyes immediately cleared up. Her eyeballs turned slightly as she quietly got out of bed with her phone and walked to the balcony to answer it.
"Dad."
"I've already contacted Jiangcheng University, I know you don't have to work today. I don't care what you're doing now. Put it all off and come home!" Ji Mofeng, with his parental authority, spoke sternly.
Ji Weitian was used to his tone and didn't take it to heart.
She said lightly, "I know."
She put down the phone, acting as if she hadn't received the call just now, crawled back into bed, and continued sleeping with her daughter.
She slept like the world was ending until the sun was high in the sky and her stomach couldn't help but grumble. Ji Weitian finally crawled out of her blanket.
The Little Glutinous Rice Dumpling Ji Xingyao, who had been in her arms, was gone. It seemed her adoptive parents had taken her away.
There was breakfast and a note left for her on the dining table.
Ji Weitian glanced at it, turned around to brush her teeth and wash her face, came back to eat breakfast, then tidied up simply, grabbed her bag, and headed to the Ji Family Villa.
Just after getting out of the car, she didn't see Ji Mofeng but first ran into Ji Kaisui, who was just returning from outside.
Ji Kaisui, dressed in designer clothes, was checking her makeup with a Little Mirror. Just as she was about to confirm there were no issues and head inside, she caught a glimpse of Ji Weitian getting out of the car and paused in her tracks, turning her head with a mocking smile.
"Oh, sister is back."
That word "sister" was said with an odd tone, full of sarcasm.
In Ji Kaisui's eyes, Ji Weitian, a child raised by common folks, didn't deserve to be her sister, let alone stand on equal footing with her.
Look at what she's wearing.
There's not even a brand label.
Ji Kaisui glanced at Ji Weitian contemptuously, arrogantly lowered her eyes, and before Ji Weitian could reply, she strode inside.
Ji Weitian walked behind, watching her strutting proudly, her eyes calm as if she were watching a buffoon. Spending her parents' money and still feeling superior—living long enough, you get to see all kinds of people.
Ji Weitian didn't want any connection with the Ji Family nor did she care to argue with Ji Kaisui.
When she walked into the living room a step behind, she saw Ji Kaisui clinging to Ji Mofeng, coquettishly asking, "Dad, you called me back so urgently. Is there something important? I got here as soon as I got the call."
At this point, Ji Kaisui glanced in Ji Weitian's direction, intentionally or not, "Sister must be so busy. Dad's been calling her for so many days, and she's just now coming back."