The face looked familiar, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on who they resembled. The photo was taken from a distance, so even when zoomed in, the child’s face wasn’t particularly clear. The only obvious realization was— Shi Su actually has such a small child with her?! Jing Luozhou was still in the car, making an effort to enlarge the photo to closely examine the child’s face, feeling like he had seen her somewhere before, but how could he have met a little girl who looked about four years old? Out of nowhere, he suddenly remembered that when they were little, his brother had such a cute round face until he was about five or six. As Jing Jihan grew older, that adorable roundness faded away, and he became not only more handsome but also increasingly aloof and unapproachable. However, Jing Luozhou was so young back then that his memories of young Jing Jihan were really vague. The steward, Mr. Li, had seen Jing Luozhou come back, but the car had been parked in the courtyard of the Jing Family’s old residence for a while, and he hadn’t gotten out yet. Thinking something might have happened, he quickly went over to knock on the car door: "Second Young Master?" Jing Luozhou came back to his senses, turned off the phone screen, and got out of the car to accompany the old man for dinner. Although it was just a meal, it felt like a daunting task was awaiting him. Mr. Li watched Jing Luozhou walk towards the main hall with a grim face and held back a laugh. If it weren’t for Mr. Jing closing off several of his credit cards to force him into taking over Jiang Jing Ru Hua, leading Jing Luozhou to often return home for meals to avoid scraping by outside, and obediently going to the office; with Jing Jihan and the old man being in perfect sync in their refusal to give him any allowances. The most rebellious Second Young Master of the Jing Family had recently been mentally tortured by the old man into being a model grandchild, coming home punctually and regularly; it truly was remarkable. During dinner, as usual, Jing Luozhou had his ears scolded off by Mr. Jing. The words went in one ear and out the other, when suddenly he heard the old man reminisce again about the past, mentioning his brother’s childhood, and he instinctively blurted out, "What did my brother look like as a child?" Mr. Jing glared at him dismissively: "Better looking than you." Jing Luozhou took a sip of the soup just served by the servant, scalding his tongue in the process and hurriedly retorted, "Grandpa, you’re being biased. I might as well be the poster child for good looks. Lucky for you, I’m mentally sound, otherwise, after your criticisms for over twenty years, I’d have already been dead from anger." "Lucky for me that I’m not six feet under because of you." Mr. Jing gave him a sideways glance. Jing Luozhou remained silent after that, and after dinner, he asked a few more questions about his brother’s childhood. He was too young at the time to remember clearly, and the old man, now well into his years, didn’t recall much of over twenty years ago either, only adding that Jing Jihan was good-looking as a child. Well, asking was as good as not asking at all. "Mr. Li, are there any photos of my brother as a child at home?" He turned to ask the old steward. Updates are released by novel·fire·net Mr. Li replied, "Back then, Mr. Jing, just like now, didn’t enjoy being photographed. The only few photos that might have existed when he was very young likely aren’t at the house. When the servants packed Mr. Jing’s things to take to Xuan Nan Villa, no one knows where those might have ended up, they might be at Xuan Nan Villa. You know, these days, aside from us old folks, no one really goes through dusty old albums from over twenty years ago." Then it might really take a while to find them. "Why is the Second Young Master so interested in this?" "Nothing, just tired of seeing my brother’s cold face and thought I’d reminisce about what he looked like as a kid," Jing Luozhou managed a not-so-genuine smile and got back into the car. Mr. Li’s mouth twitched. Jing Jihan was also not much of a people person as a child, cold and detached, close to nobody, but despite his young age, he was very sensible and behaved stably. A moment which left the deepest impression on the help was when a one-year-old Jing Luozhou peed all over a four-year-old Jing Jihan, who then picked him up and gave him a good beating with a sullen face... That might have been the only time Jing Jihan ever lost his temper at the Jing Family. Perhaps that incident is why the second young master of the Jing Family has been a wild spirit since childhood, fearing nothing and nobody, except for Jing Jihan. Shi Mianmian’s kindergarten was hosting a sports day. The teacher had the children memorizing chants, cheering in every way, praising everything as the best, and joining in cheer squads. This led to Shi Mianmian, over the past two days on the way home, continuously chanting: Mommy is the best, Mommy is a fairy, Mommy is the cutest, Mommy go go go. She was a bit late picking up the child today, having just taken Mianmian to feast at a children’s restaurant, they only returned past eight. Shi Su, in a good mood after wrapping up the shoot, indulged in childish antics with Shi Mianmian. She didn’t notice the car parked at the entrance of the complex, engrossed in exchanging compliments with Shi Mianmian. "Mianmian is a little angel~" "Mommy is the most beautiful angel!" "Mianmian is the most adorable little angel~" "Mommy is the super gentle super pretty big angel!" "Mianmian is the so so cute so so cute little angel~" A black Bentley was parked by the roadside. Jing Jihan was forced to listen to their mutual admiration for five minutes, rubbing his brow, before rolling down the window. Shi Su was about to pull Shi Mianmian home to continue their exaggerated exchange of compliments when suddenly, Mianmian’s eyes lit up facing her and the road, shouting excitedly in the direction behind her, "Ji Han!" Shi Su instinctively turned around swiftly, surprised to see the familiar black Bentley parked by the road at the entrance of her complex, and soon met the gaze of the man in the driver’s seat through the window. Before she could even process it, Shi Mianmian had already lunged towards the open window on the passenger side, stood on tiptoe on the curb, and with effort, gripped the window to peer inside, "Ji Han, I missed you so much! Where did you go?" Shi Su hurriedly reached over to pull her down from that expensive car door, "Shi Mianmian, don’t cling to the window, come down!" Jing Jihan had already gotten out of the car from the other side, and Mianmian quickly slipped from Shi Su’s grasp, circled around the car, and threw herself onto Jing Jihan’s leg, skillfully hugging it tightly: "Wah wah wah! I missed Ji Han so much!" Jing Jihan’s lips curled slightly, and he gently patted Mianmian’s little head, "Have you been behaving lately?" "Yes, I’ve been very good!" Mianmian grinned up at him, not caring at all that Shi Su was standing nearby, hand outstretched to try and pry her little koala from clinging to Jing Jihan’s leg, but never quite managing to reach. She blinked her big eyes and said, "Ji Han, you’re so, so handsome!" Shi Su held her forehead in exasperation; that little lovestruck fool! Jing Jihan lifted his refined eyebrows, looking at Shi Su, "Have you eaten?" In fact, they had eaten, and Shi Su nodded honestly. Jing Jihan: "I haven’t." Mianmian’s crisp voice suddenly piped up from beside his leg: "Ji Han, come to our house to eat, my mommy will cook noodles for you!" Jing Jihan complied, answering Mianmian but looking at Shi Su, "Alright."