Finally, with no men in the house, and no need to rush because of someone occupying the master bathroom, Shi Su slowed down considerably in her shower. Half an hour later, as Shi Su walked out while drying her hair, Shi Mianmian was sitting on the carpet by the coffee table, fiddling with her priceless little dolls. Shi Su glanced over and remembered the card in the envelope and the small white diamond bear, her emotions still indescribably complicated. She turned her gaze away, walked back to the sofa, and picked up her phone. The red number "1" appeared in WeChat again. She opened it and saw it was from the same person called JH. She tapped reject, adding a reason for rejection: [Who?] Then, she opened the information sent by Jun, feeling quite satisfied with the brand. Although it wasn’t a particularly high-end well-known brand, it was definitely safe and reliable, with very stable sales—quite good for her, a small-time celebrity just beginning to dabble in business endorsements. The red "1" appeared again, and she opened it casually, seeing that the other party included three words when adding her as a friend this time: [Jing Jihan]. Just those three cool words, without even a punctuation mark. Shi Su’s hand paused while holding the phone, instinctively ready to hit reject again. Her fingertip hadn’t even touched the screen when Mianmian suddenly ran over, holding up her doll, and cried, "Mommy, do you think the braid I made for my doll looks good?" Shi Mianmian’s dash made Shi Su’s finger shake violently, accidentally pressing the green accept button instead of the red reject button. [You have added JH, you can chat now.] "Mommy, look, Ji Han uncle gave me this doll, and its hair is so soft, it looks so pretty in a braid, look!" Shi Mianmian persisted, holding up her doll. Shi Su raised her hand, wanting to smack Mianmian’s head, but she forcibly held back and finally clenched her fist in mid-air. Considering Mianmian’s fragile spirit almost took a hit, she decided not to hit her this time. Shi Su ground her teeth, looked down at the newly added person in her WeChat contacts. She hadn’t planned to say anything, but then glanced at the envelope on the cabinet and began typing: [You don’t need to send such expensive things to Mianmian and me, or that card. I won’t use it, including the check signed by someone named Jing Luozhou—it’s all in the envelope. You can have someone pick it up whenever...] She suddenly paused, thought for a moment, and deleted it word by word. Saying these were empty words. Better to return it herself tomorrow. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ novel⚑fire.net Jing Jihan saw Shi Su’s WeChat indicating that the other party was typing, and after two minutes, she still hadn’t sent anything over, not even an emoji. He waited a little longer, but her typing notification had disappeared. Jing Jihan clicked on her quirky cartoon princess avatar, knowing without guessing that it was probably an avatar Mianmian had given her. He looked at her Moments, which were sparse, but saw the crazy message and the rabbit emoji she posted on the day he was rescued back to her house over a month ago. Jing Jihan’s elegant eyebrows moved slightly, and his lips curled subtly. Returning to her chat interface, it remained clean—she sent nothing. He didn’t wait any longer, reopened her Moments intending to like the post from over a month ago, only to find that it now showed just a grey line, and the few posts of Shi Su that he had just seen had disappeared. Lu Zhao had remained nearby all along. Suddenly, Jing Jihan turned around, his expression unreadable. Meeting his gaze, Lu Zhao instinctively felt a chill up his spine, inexplicably feeling as if a dark cloud was looming. "When you click on someone’s Moments and only see a grey line, what does it mean?" Jing Jihan asked expressionlessly. Jing Jihan gave him a cold stare. Lu Zhao: "...There are three possibilities. First, the person has blocked you. Second, they have unilaterally deleted you as a friend. Third, they’ve set their Moments to be invisible to you, which means they’ve muted you." After speaking, Lu Zhao quickly added, "Mr. Jing, I’ll go check the recent activities of the RH bond agency to see if there are any potential partnerships. Call me if you need anything." With that, he stepped back a few paces and swiftly turned to leave the CEO’s office. The office door opened and closed, and Jing Jihan still stood by the floor-to-ceiling window. He glanced at his phone and sent Shi Su the first system-embedded emoji. Shi Su suddenly received a WeChat message from Jing Jihan. She opened it and saw the smile emoji, which instinctively sent a chill down her spine. She was about to ask what he was doing, but forced herself to hold back, constantly reminding herself that he wasn’t Ji Han, he was Jing Jihan. She thought for a moment, then took a photo of Mianmian playing with dolls on the carpet and sent it to him. Shi Su: [(photo) Mianmian didn’t cry and is playing happily. Thank you for keeping your promise.] Seeing this reply indicated she hadn’t been blocked. Jing Jihan opened the photo, seeing the bright smile of little Mianmian, then noticed the familiar carpet and coffee table corner in Shi Su’s house, and his cold gaze finally softened somewhat. The next day, at 9 a.m. Jing Jihan walked out of the elevator and headed to the CEO’s office. Jing Luozhou, who had been pestering him all the way, caught up with him again: "Brother, my dear brother! Please take Jiang Jing Ru Hua back yourself. I’m really not cut out for managing the company. Can’t I go back to the medical school for further study?" Without turning his head, Jing Jihan replied, "Further study at the medical school or on the racetrack?" Jing Luozhou was speechless, following him into the office: "How about a deal? You take back the company, and I promise not to touch racing for a year. I’ll dutifully follow the professors in the medical school for research..." Before Jing Luozhou could finish, Zhou He suddenly knocked and entered: "Mr. Jing, the front desk just delivered an envelope that a Ms. Shi Su asked to hand over to you. After passing through the company’s security check system, it’s confirmed there’s nothing suspicious inside, and I’ve placed it on your desk." At that moment, Jing Jihan had just reached his desk and looked down to see the envelope indeed placed on top. Jing Luozhou darted over, snatched up the envelope, opened it, and glanced inside. First, he saw a diamond bear, then his brother’s black card, and finally the check he had signed initially—all intact. Jing Luozhou gaped, "No way, Jing the cheapskate. After mooching off them for food and lodging for so long, you didn’t leave them a penny, even took back my 320,000?" "Get out if you can’t speak properly." Jing Jihan gave him a cold look, snatching the envelope back directly.