She squinted her eyes and posed a question from the depths of her soul: "This Mr. Jing, all the CEOs fly around the world in private jets, either to private wineries or to platinum palaces for top-level limited-edition offerings flown in. And yet you come to my shabby neighborhood for a bowl of noodles?" Shi Su fully expected Jing Jihan to give her a very "down-to-earth" answer. For example: Tired of it. Or: Jiang City is essentially the Jing Family’s backyard. Whether it’s private wineries or platinum palaces, they’ve opened them all over Jiang City, so he doesn’t need to fly so far to enjoy them. See, how down-to-earth that would be! However, Jing Jihan calmly and unhurriedly replied, "Which CEO has so much leisure time? Give me their name, so I can ask them how they’re managing their time so perfectly." Jing Jihan spoke slowly, "I flew back from London to the country this afternoon, only returned to the Jing Family in the evening, and during the time also discussed a new project investment with our partners. Even though I had people pick me up and drop me off throughout, and I caught up on sleep during the return flight, there wasn’t a moment to pause. The back-and-forth between domestic and international cities is physically draining." Shi Su truly didn’t know he hadn’t been in the country for the past few days. However, indeed Jing Jihan hadn’t contacted her in the last few days, and she’d been so busy with everything that time flew by, she hadn’t noticed they’d been "out of touch" for several days. She thought he was just coming over from his company, only a dozen kilometers away, not realizing he had just returned from the United Kingdom. Jing Jihan glanced at the tableware on the table: "During such intense work, searching the world for what limited editions from private wineries and platinum palaces? I’d rather choose a bowl of noodles and a good sleep." Upon hearing this, Shi Su abruptly stopped talking and went back to the kitchen. No time to cook anything more elaborate now, so she simply cut up some delicious fruits, placed some simple desserts on a plate, carried them out, and put them on the dining table. Seeing her actions, Jing Jihan’s naturally cold eyebrows softened, even showing a playful smile, "Treating me like Mianmian? Trying to coax me with all sorts of food?" Shi Su took a mango pastry from the plate, opened it, and ate while mumbling, "Why would I need to coax you? You’re just skipping dinner, aren’t you? I only made one bowl of noodles, don’t know if a man who’s tired after several days can be filled, what else can you get from me besides a simple dinner?" Jing Jihan stared deeply at her, saying nothing, without any further expressions or movements, yet as she fell silent, he continued to watch her. Shi Su swallowed the mango pastry, met his deep gaze, suddenly like she got choked, coughed once, raised her hand and forcefully patted her chest, hastily ran to the coffee table to pour herself a glass of water, took a big gulp, then let out a satisfied sigh, stood where she was, holding the cup in one hand, hesitated for a while in the other, no longer picking up the pot to pour more water for herself. Suddenly, she walked towards the main bedroom, saying as she walked, "Since you’re here and the car is downstairs, take away the stuff you left behind." She dragged out a cardboard box from the main bedroom, dragging it towards him as she said, "You said you don’t like other people handling your stuff, right? I haven’t thrown anything away, you take care of it yourself." Jing Jihan glanced indifferently at the things in the box. Though he had left for some time, these items indeed had been packed away early by her, but there was a cover placed atop the box, keeping the things inside clean without a speck of dust. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ noᴠelfire.net After such a long time, seeing the clothes and personal items again, Jing Jihan remained silent for a moment, casually picked up the razor placed on top: "I’ll take this, the rest you can dispose of." Shi Su looked at the item in his hand: "This razor I just bought randomly in a supermarket, your own razors should be much better than this, why only want this one?" Jing Jihan said meaningfully: "Because this is the only razor in the world that was once covered with foam and bubbles by a woman. Very worthy of a keepsake." The last six words he spoke slowly, Shi Su’s face instantly transformed through a thousand expressions: "......" When she first bought this for him, she was genuinely curious about how to use it. She remembered that razors seemed to need foam, and this one came with foam when bought. Taking advantage that Jing Jihan was still resting, she stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom, holding his razor, not knowing if the foam should be directly applied to the face, she smeared it directly on the razor instead, discovering no bubbles formed, cautiously fiddled for ages, worried she’d cut herself, then tried blowing on it, resulting in some strange bubbles... She even pretended to use the razor to mimic shaving on her chin area for fun, admired herself for quite a while before hearing Jing Jihan near the bathroom, hurriedly put the stuff down and walked out casually, leaving the bathroom space for him. Unexpectedly, he was actually there to witness it at the time! Then doesn’t that mean he also saw her pretending to shave with this thing afterward! She’s going to enter the entertainment industry, uncertain if she’ll become famous! She’s a mother to a four-year-old child! What was she thinking to be curious about a man’s razor? And even secretly play with it so enthusiastically? Lost in long silence, Shi Su suddenly stopped talking, walked over to drag the box away from him again. As she moved it towards the door, she kicked the box in frustration, thinking she could take advantage of his inattentiveness. Jing Jihan noticed her action, casually placed the razor on the nearby dining table. After venting for a few seconds, Shi Su turned back, saw the items on the dining table, went over to take the platter of fruits and intended to seize the chance to destroy the razor carrying her black history memories. As her hand "incidentally" brushed by, Jing Jihan outright prevented her little movements, directly took the item, placed it to another side. She maintained her smile, holding the fruit platter, asked, "Mr. Jing, Mr. Jing, you’ve had the meal, took the things, planning to leave when?" While saying this, she then attempted to take another plate from the table, determined to casually drop the razor beside it to the floor. Just as her hand stretched out, Jing Jihan calmly pressed her wrist, Shi Su was glaring at him while secretly wrestling with more strength to destroy this item, Jing Jihan, smiling slightly, looked at her, exerted gentle yet steady force that she couldn’t break free from.