Jun is quite upset these days, so whatever’s making her this excited must be exceptionally good news. "What’s the surprise?" "For the past couple of years, most of the skincare products I’ve used have been those luxury foreign brands, right? I’ve only used one domestic one, and that was just because I was in a rush to go out. I even lent you that sunscreen from the brand. How did you feel when you used it?" Jun didn’t answer directly, sounding mysterious, though her joyfulness was obvious. Shi Su was stumped and took a while to remember that this actually happened: "Pretty good." If she remembers correctly, the domestic brand Jun mentioned is a high-end skincare line that’s earned great reputation in the country in recent years — Tilans. "If Tilans wants to collaborate with us, would you accept?" Jun continued with a mysterious smile. She couldn’t believe it: "Are you kidding? That’s impossible!" "I’ll keep the surprise for you first. Remember to check Weibo at ten tomorrow morning." Jun’s excitement was palpable even through the phone, and she even kept them in suspense. "My precious Susu, you’re amazing! Love you to bits Mua~Mua~Mua~!" After blowing multiple kisses over the phone, Jun hung up directly. Shi Su looked bewildered: "???" Read full story at NovєlFіre.net Could it really be Tilans wanting to collaborate with them? Though Tilans is a domestic luxury skincare brand, with production lines in the country, the beauty company behind it is a Chinese-French joint venture and the brand is well-known overseas. Moreover, it’s common knowledge that Tilans’s spokespersons are high-profile Hollywood actresses. The standard is so high that many top domestic actresses have tried hard to snatch the Greater China endorsement but failed. Even more, Tilans has never had any domestic entertainment stars as endorsers. The person in charge of their domestic division is French, and rarely pays attention to local pop culture. They have yet to collaborate with any domestic female stars in terms of endorsements, and don’t even have the lowest level star ambassador title. Shi Mianmian stood nearby, looking up to listen to her mom’s phone call. When Shi Su put down the phone, she quickly reached out her little hand to take the phone and happened to see the phone’s WeChat page accidentally opened. She curiously pointed at the row of names: "Mommy, which one is Ji Han uncle’s name?" Shi Su was still contemplating the whole Tilans situation. Jun is generally reliable in handling matters, so she wouldn’t get excited over something baseless, yet Shi Su found it hard to believe. Even if Tilans had plans to collaborate with domestic female stars, it wouldn’t be her turn because they’ve got loads of higher-profile celebrities to choose from first. Casually, she pointed at a name on the phone screen, then turned to continue organizing Shi Mianmian’s clothes and the new backpack Lu Zhao had just delivered. "Oh." Mianmian hugged the phone, earnestly examining the name her mommy had just pointed out, then quietly took the phone into the next room, closed the door, and imitated her mommy by pressing the voice button. The fridge had so much food that Shi Su wouldn’t need to go grocery shopping for a week, and to avoid wasting anything by keeping them too long, Shi Su decided to make some delicious dishes for Shi Mianmian that evening. Meanwhile, she forgot about her previous vow never to grill steak for Shi Mianmian again. A little after six in the evening, Shi Mianmian was in the living room, playing pretend with her dolls on the carpet. The living room was too spacious, and the carpet wasn’t small. Mianmian was playing for quite some time, seemingly waiting for something, before suddenly running over to the door to press her ear against it. Shi Su was busy in the kitchen, not noticing this, and when she walked out of the kitchen, she saw Shi Mianmian had returned to the carpet but was now rolling around by herself, muttering nonstop: "Mommy, make more food, make more~" Shi Su was disdainful of the enjoyment Mianmian expressed while rolling around on the carpet, and she conveniently forgot her own reluctance to leave her cozy bed every morning. "Alright, alright, not that old but quite the appetite, did I give birth to a little piglet?" Shi Su said as she headed back to the kitchen to continue cooking. Shi Mianmian lay on the carpet, propping up her chin with her little hands, looking up with giggles but saying nothing, and glanced over at the door. Until the doorbell rang, Mianmian remembered mommy said she shouldn’t open the door casually, so she ran to the kitchen door shouting: "Mommy! Mommy! Quick, open the door and see if it’s Ji Han uncle!" Shi Su just heard the doorbell, was wiping her hands as she prepared to open the door, then suddenly heard Mianmian’s voice, and immediately looked puzzled: "How do you know who it is?" Mianmian giggled while backing away from the kitchen door, keeping a safe distance from mommy instinctively as she emerged from the kitchen, then pointed toward the door: "Mommy, hurry up and open the door!" "Shi Mianmian, did you do something behind my back?" Shi Su said while opening the door, glancing back at her. Mianmian stood by the carpet, playfully sticking out her tongue without speaking, her big round eyes blinking but unable to conceal a little guilt, though guilty as she was, her mouth curved joyfully upwards. Shi Su opened the door and looked up to see the person standing outside. Jing Jihan was wearing the tailored dark gray suit from when he went to the company in the morning, looking handsome and upright, with a mild and composed aura. Every time this man appeared, he successfully challenged and even surpassed Shi Su’s previous impression of him in the house. She didn’t know how he was as a boss in the Yu Jing Group, and those occasional descriptions of him being cold and unapproachable seemed foreign to her. In her view, Jing Jihan had been fragile and comatose for a long time in her home, and there was also his elegant, casual nature as he gradually recovered, and the lazily sexy moments she accidentally stumbled upon. But that month-long period felt like it was just a dream to her. Right now, the man in front of her, while not as aloof and inaccessible as others described, stood at the doorway like a calm and dignified gentleman and elite. The surprise in Shi Su’s eyes lingered longer than it should have, as Jing Jihan’s gaze landed on her face, meeting her startled look unprepared, his brows slightly moved, looking at her with dark eyes: "You’re blocking the door, how can I come in?" Shi Su immediately let go of the door handle, swiftly shifting her gaze and asked hurriedly, "How come you..." Jing Jihan paused as he stepped through the door, looking down at her: "Didn’t you invite me over for dinner?" "When did I invite you over..." Shi Su’s tone halted abruptly and she quickly turned toward the living room, sternly questioning, "...Shi Mianmian?!"