Then, Lu Zhao automatically reported the series of schedules for Jing Jihan in the coming days, mainly some meeting arrangements. He also needed to hurry to the United Kingdom, which would take at least three to four days for a round trip, and there were dinners with executives from several partner companies. As it was time to get off work, Lu Zhao initially wanted to mention a few points about the RH Institution’s cooperation plan, but suddenly saw Mr. Jing had already left the office. ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ novel_fіre.net It was rare to see Jing Jihan, who often worked overtime at the company, leave on time, so Lu Zhao shut his mouth immediately. When his phone lit up again, Jing Jihan was already seated in the car. At this moment, Jing Luozhou sent over two more video clips, both depicting Shi Su on set. One clip showed her acting, her expressions, gaze, and entire demeanor transforming into another person. This complete integration and resonance with her character, which many current actresses could not achieve, showed true absorption in the role. Although Yu Jing Group didn’t only have Jiang Jing Ru Hua as its entertainment sector, with other subsidiaries in online media, print media, and film and TV entertainment design, the company’s focus was never on this. Jing Jihan seldom delved into the entertainment industry, rarely watched TV dramas, and only occasionally watched internationally acclaimed movies while studying abroad. Yet even under these circumstances, from these two short videos, he could feel Shi Su’s professionalism and dedication. In the other video, Shi Su had already changed back into her own clothes, sitting outside the nanny van under a temporary canopy, eating a boxed meal with her assistant and driver. Jing Luozhou’s video angle was particularly cheeky, capturing the moment Shi Su had just stuffed a mouthful of white rice into her mouth, her cheeks puffed as she chewed. She had removed all her makeup, and unlike other actresses who would eat inside the car after removing their makeup, she casually sat by the car, eating with her assistant and giggling about something, as carefree as she was at home. The chat interface also contained some photos Jing Luozhou sent, taken from a distance, obviously snapped secretly. Jing Jihan did not comment on Jing Luozhou’s sneaky behavior and only replied to the photos and videos with: [Not bad.] Jing Luozhou didn’t expect his brother to reply, nor to receive two words of praise. In his twenty-odd years, Jing Luozhou had never heard a single compliment from their father or Jing Jihan. This sudden "Not bad" almost brought tears to the humble and meek second young master of the Jing Family. It seems this prospective sister-in-law is the turning point of his future destiny! Whether his brother is happy, whether their father can embrace a great-grandson soon, all depends on Shi Su! "Shi Su, did you notice that it seemed like someone was photographing you all afternoon?" After putting down the finished boxed meal, Chu Jiu wiped her mouth and said. Shi Su: "Yes, I know." Chu Jiu clicked her tongue: "Ever since that incident on Weibo, our team often has resourceful media reporters sneaking in, pretending to be crew members, and taking secret photos of you. However, so far, no photos have been released. I think they don’t want to leak any image spoilers; they just want to photograph you." "Whenever I’m in the crew, aside from eating, resting, and reading scripts, I’m always filming. I’m not afraid of being photographed. Recently, this kind of trailing by the media can’t be avoided. We should be careful not to make any unnecessary mistakes." Shi Su checked the time: "I drove today, so after filming tonight, I’ll drive home myself. You and the driver don’t need to take me." When Shi Su parked her car outside her residence’s community gate, it was already 9:30 PM, and the parking spaces in the community were surely full by that time. She parked in a parking lot outside the community gate, which was about a three to four-minute walk back to the entrance. As she was walking back, she suddenly received a call from Mianmian’s kindergarten night shift teacher, informing her that Mianmian had fallen asleep. In her sleep, she was talking about wanting to eat the fried chicken drumsticks her mommy made, even drooling while sleep-talking. After hanging up, Shi Su stood by the roadside smiling for a long time, thinking that when she’s not busy on the weekend and brings Mianmian home, she must fulfill Shi Mianmian’s wish for mommy’s fried chicken drumsticks. As she was walking towards the community gate, she suddenly noticed a black Bentley parked nearby. In such an old neighborhood, seeing a Mercedes or Audi is rare enough. In a place like Jiang City, where land is precious, the higher the status, the more low-key the car is. The multimillion and even billion luxury cars are mostly used by upstarts, usually seen more in suburban areas . Bentleys are often the vehicle of choice for politicians or large corporation leaders, understated and dignified, but rarely seen in remote suburbs. The last time she didn’t deeply investigate the Rolls-Royce that she saw but guessed it had something to do with Jing Jihan, so she didn’t look into it further. The car was parked just outside the community entrance. Although it wasn’t blocking the way, it was parked right next to the path she usually took. Initially, she only saw the car, and then inadvertently glanced at the license plate, seeing "Jiang A" followed by "8888". She instinctively decided to avoid it, to prevent accidentally scratching or bumping it. In Jiang City, such a license plate meant either a family of noble status or a person of extraordinary rank. The license plate is worth hundreds of times more than the car! Just as she was about to step aside, the door of the black Bentley suddenly opened. Shi Su caught sight of the person who had just stepped out of the car with the corner of her eyes and was about to turn away but abruptly stopped in her tracks and turned back swiftly. Jiang City had entered autumn, and at this hour, the wind was indeed quite chilly. Jing Jihan was wearing a black trench coat. His stature was upright, dressed in a white custom-made shirt underneath, paired with black trousers, making him appear strikingly handsome to a fault. Shi Su thought that during that month and a half when he was at her house, he looked good casually wearing the home clothes she bought. But at this moment... After not seeing him for just a few days, the man’s sharp and cold features, his high nose bridge, and the perfect contours as if they were crafted by divine hands. A man so handsome and perfectly poised without any embellishments needed, with long, straight legs wrapped in black suit pants, neatly pressed with not a wrinkle out of place, from head to toe, every part immensely valuable. Although he was the same person, he looked different from the familiar figure she saw in the past. He merely disembarked and stood there, requiring no expressions, no words, exuding an air of nobility. Shi Su had imagined what Jing Jihan would look like when he returned to his rightful place, in a position of power, wearing a suit, noble and aloof. Seeing him now, she realized that her description didn’t even match half of it. The custom-made shirt buttoned up tightly to his throat, only the tie slightly undone, a mix of propriety with a hint of nighttime languor, both abstinent and sexy. Every inch and every frame of the man so different from the impression she had before were compelling her gaze.