From the kitchen, the sound of a chopping knife hitting the cutting board came intermittently. Each sound heavier than the last. After being placed on the sofa by Jing Jihan, Shi Mianmian quickly sat upright upon hearing the sound, but couldn’t help staring with curious round eyes at Jing Jihan: "Uncle Ji Han, you kissed my mommy, does that mean I can’t marry you when I grow up?" Just having sat down, Jing Jihan faced such a sharp question from Shi Mianmian, he nodded to Mianmian with a serious expression: "You could say that." Shi Mianmian’s face instantly had a mix of joy and worry: "So if I can’t marry Uncle Ji Han, you kissed mommy, then you should be my dad instead." Jing Jihan quietly chuckled, patting Mianmian’s little head: "Do you like making decisions for your mom?" Mianmian blinked her big eyes, looking distressed, as if very troubled: "Oh, other kids’ moms have dads around, only my mommy doesn’t have a dad beside her, mommy works so hard alone, and it seems like she can’t remember to find me a dad, so I have no choice but to find one myself." After speaking, Mianmian scooted her little bottom closer to Jing Jihan, gestured with her little finger, and as Mr. Jing lowered himself to listen to her, she hugged his neck and whispered into his ear: "Plus, mommy said I’m allowed to call you dad!" Jing Jihan subtly raised his eyebrows, obviously having a trace of doubt about Shi Mianmian’s ambiguous words. Mianmian continued holding his neck, whispering in his ear: "My mommy... said once... to call you... Gold... Gold something dad... oh right, Benefactor Dad!" At this moment, Shi Su suddenly emerged from the kitchen, holding a spatula, her eyes scanning unfavorably over the one big and one small person on the sofa, then walked straight past them. This apartment was so large that the kitchen and dining room were separate; she walked to the dining room side to get a box of tissues, returned to the kitchen, and once again walked straight past the big and small person. Later that evening, the dinner Jing Jihan had, thanks to Shi Mianmian, was completed under Shi Su’s stern gaze as she stood at the dining table, holding the spatula. Shi Su had to admire this man’s composure; despite her unfriendly glare, he nonchalantly accompanied Shi Mianmian for dinner, frequently glancing at her, suggesting she sit down and join them. Shi Su glared at him, holding the spatula like it was a weapon, but realizing this man completely ignored her intimidation, she eventually gave in to hunger and placed the spatula down, sat at the dining table, picked up the utensils, and began eating. The furniture and electronics in the apartment were comprehensive and fully equipped, including a dishwasher and sterilizer, so she didn’t even need to wash the dishes afterward. Shi Mianmian fearlessly held onto Jing Jihan, not letting him leave immediately, saying she wanted to try on the Disney princess dresses he had given her one by one for him to see. Shi Su couldn’t help but interject: "Your Uncle Ji Han specially rushed over from the company just to have dinner, now he probably has to return to the company or go home, Shi Mianmian, you can’t keep pestering him." Even though Yu Jing Group was quite close, there was still a small stretch of commercial street between here and there, so it would surely be inconvenient if it got too late. This was Shi Su’s assumption. Clearly, she was unaware of Jing Jihan living just upstairs from her. The latest_epɪ_sodes are on_the 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹•𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖•𝗇𝗲𝘁 Jing Jihan didn’t explain, just let Shi Mianmian pull him to look at the little dresses. Watching him being led away by Shi Mianmian, Shi Su’s eyelids twitched. Earlier, she had searched Jing Jihan’s name online; although there were no photos or specific details, how did some media describe him? Mysterious and aloof, distinguished and reserved, his mood often unreadable, difficult to predict, as if radiating the cold aura of the Ancient Tomb Sect, wherever Jing Jihan went, within tens of meters, no one dared to act recklessly. Shi Su glanced again in that direction, the man was patiently helping Mianmian choose the color of the little dresses. Ancient Tomb Sect aura? Mianmian took forever to try on the little dresses, twisting and turning to show off for a long time after putting each one on. Shi Su didn’t bother with them anymore, opting to return to the bedroom to study her script. She leaned against the headboard, flipping open her script, going through the scenes needed for tomorrow briefly, then closed her eyes to feel the role, and instinctively began to memorize her lines alongside the persona of Tian Yuli she was quickly empathizing with. The lines for tomorrow were not extensive, the main plot focusing on the lead female and male roles; after memorizing for a while, Shi Su began to feel increasingly relaxed, and somehow ended up closing her eyes, still holding the script, but leaning against the headboard, nodded off to sleep. Occasionally, laughter from Mianmian came from the adjacent bedroom, the more Shi Su slept, the deeper her slumber became, and soon after, the script slipped from her hand, fell along the bed’s edge to the floor, emitting a soft sound. Jing Jihan entered the bedroom, and Shi Su hadn’t yet awoken, his long strides brought him to the bedside where he picked up the fallen script, placing it on the bedside table. Shi Su had been studying the script carefully earlier, and her sleeping position still maintained the semi-reclined posture against the headboard, now her head tilted, neck crooked, staying in that position would lead to discomfort come morning, even if not a stiff neck. The man bent down, supporting her neck with his palm, his other hand passing under her knees, lifting her slightly before gently laying her down flat, ensuring a comfortable sleep position, then pulling the nearby blanket over her. Shi Su’s brows moved slightly due to being disturbed in her sleep, but being laid down comfortably was swift, and before she could fully awaken, the soft and cozy bed drew her back to slumber, even causing her to turn her head and bury her face into the pillow, sleeping soundly. Due to Shi Su’s sleeping posture, the already loose collar of her homewear slightly revealed, exposing her snow-white swan neck and well-defined collarbones. Jing Jihan gazed at her for a moment, as he pulled the blanket up slightly to neatly tuck her in, then continued watching the little woman immersed in her dream. His dark gaze swept over her cheeks, recalling the scene in the kitchen, which now appeared before his eyes. This time, Shi Su’s facial and ear skin was fair and clear as she slept, yet in the kitchen her skin was overly red. Jing Luozhou’s words suddenly echoed in his mind—— "...Seeing her makes your heart race, hormones surge, you can’t control your restraint... makes you want to possess her?" Jing Jihan stared deep into Shi Su’s sleeping face, his gaze intense, watching her lips slightly part in her sleep, slowly leaning forward. Perhaps it was due to the gradual emergence of an invasive presence from the man’s gaze that Shi Su suddenly startled awake, though she didn’t open her eyes, she abruptly grabbed the blanket corner trying to pull it up to cover her face. Suddenly, her hand was weighted down, the man decisively and firmly held her wrist, stopping what she thought was a subtle move.