The more she directly felt Jing Jihan’s remarkable status, the more she recalled her rather unfriendly attitude towards him back when he was in her home... Shi Su rubbed her forehead. Following Jing Jihan into the exclusive elevator for the president’s office, she saw him press the parking lot button for the second basement level. Shi Su asked, "Where are we going?" Jing Jihan glanced at her flimsy sportswear and countered with a question instead of answering: "Wearing so little, do female celebrities only care about style, not warmth?" Shi Su clicked her tongue: "Have you ever seen a female celebrity in sportswear only care about style, not warmth? It wasn’t this cold when I left home this morning, I didn’t expect the temperature to drop suddenly this afternoon." "Also, don’t call me a female celebrity!" "Hearing those three words from your mouth makes me uncomfortable. Facing a sugar daddy like you, I’m just a lamb to be slaughtered. The more you call me that, the faster I feel I’m approaching my end." "Is that so?" Jing Jihan took a moment to reassess her: "Miss Lamb, do you grass-eating animals like to kill rabbits?" She couldn’t help but remember the post she made on WeChat moments before. She said expressionlessly, "Mr. Jing, your dry humor is quite unique." Jing Jihan chuckled quietly, his usually cold and stern profile softened slightly. The elevator continued descending, and as they entered the parking lot, because the exclusive elevator denied entry to others, they were undisturbed and no one other than those on the president’s office floor appeared during the ride. Shi Su conveniently didn’t need to pull her hat brim too low. In the past, she never had to be so cautious when going out, but after her consecutive appearances in hot searches on Weibo, she had to have some awareness of being a female celebrity. Although she was not yet at the stage of wearing masks and sunglasses all the time, she was not far from it. Especially since she endorsed Tilans, not just fans and trolls, but many people in the industry also paid attention to her every move. The Yu Jing Group has two underground parking levels, B2 and B3. The parking lot was spacious, filled with countless luxury cars rarely seen on ordinary days. People who work here either have exceptional skills and high salaries, or strong family backgrounds from prestigious universities. Even those from ordinary working families, able to secure a position in the Yu Jing Group, could easily buy a nice car after working a year or two. But clearly, there was no lack of low-key, pragmatic employees like Lu Zhao. Shi Su didn’t know how many private cars Jing Jihan owned, but he apparently liked to drive the low-key, stable black Bentley, which didn’t stand out among the multimillion-dollar luxury cars nearby. Sitting in the front passenger seat, Shi Su proactively fastened her seatbelt this time and glanced at the clock—it was already four thirty-five. "Where are we going?" She tossed out the question once more. Jing Jihan started the engine, looked forward without turning his head, and said in a deep voice, "Aren’t you going to show your gratitude? Even if I take you to a war zone abroad facing bombers flying around and bombs everywhere, you have to accept it." Shi Su: "... Well, you must let me settle Shi Mianmian, pack my luggage at home or something. Where can I buy a bulletproof vest? Does the smoke from bombs hurt the eyes? Need to buy some protective goggles to wear?" Jing Jihan chuckled: "Sit tight." Shi Su searched through her memories of recent international news, thinking about which country was at war and which regions were considered war zones. With Jing Jihan’s words falling, the black Bentley abruptly exited the parking lot. It was only half-past four, still not quite rush hour, so traffic wasn’t as congested as it would be from six to seven o’clock, making for smooth driving. Being the city center, speed limits were strict, so Jing Jihan’s car wasn’t going fast enough to be racing but it wasn’t slow either. The source of thɪs content is 𝗇𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗅•𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾•𝗇𝖾𝗍 Even though the speed was fast, she had to admit his driving skills were steady—Shi Su didn’t feel any discomfort akin to motion sickness. Until the black Bentley arrived at a nearby commercial street, Shi Su glanced outside at the surroundings, and shortly after, the car parked opposite a storefront with very sophisticated decoration design. Jing Jihan: "Get out of the car." Noticing he had already unbuckled and got out, she hurriedly followed suit, closed the car door, and looked back at the storefront directly ahead. It seemed like a reservation-based image consulting place. Even though she didn’t shop often, she could tell this wasn’t a place casually open to the public. With a puzzled expression, she noticed the man ready to walk inside while casting her a glance, clearly signaling her to go in as well. Perhaps it was because he had just come from work without changing into his usual casual wear, still in his suit—the consistent sophisticated calmness like mist or breeze. Here was a commercial street, with many passersby unable to resist looking his way, yet he seemed unaware and unfazed by the attention, moving gracefully to the glass door in front. Because she hadn’t kept up, he turned back, giving her a light glance. Shi Su quickly adjusted her hat brim and jogged to catch up. "Mr. Jing, I heard it was your reservation—I almost couldn’t believe it." The store manager walked directly in front to greet him, casting a warm and friendly gaze on Shi Su: "This is Miss...?" With their precise vision and memory, they seemed to recognize her from getting frequent appearances in hot searches lately. They, dealing often with top female stars, naturally weren’t too surprised, but the only surprise was the fact there appeared a woman accompanying Mr. Jing. More significantly, it was Mr. Jing who brought her here. Having interacted with numerous upper-class elites, they naturally knew what to say and what not to say. Though observing Shi Su, the store manager maintained appropriate expression without casting any uncomfortable look at her. "Pick an overcoat." Jing Jihan said this to Shi Su, his calm gaze already settled on her. Shi Su was surprised and quietly said beside him: "I don’t lack coats. I have one at home, in the car, and over at the set." Because she leaned closer for the quiet talk, the distance between them grew even smaller. Jing Jihan lowered his gaze at her, lifting the obstruction of her hat from her eyes. Due to the abrupt motion, Shi Su’s hair, loosely tied with a hairband, suddenly fell as the hat was taken off. Shi Su looked up at him, casually tidied the hair over her shoulders, ignoring the hat issue: "Where on earth are we going, doing something this formal? Plus, I’ve just got out of the car, it’s not cold at all... Ah-choo—" There was a fleeting silence in the air. The store manager standing beside them withheld a laugh, glancing at Jing Jihan again, realizing this usually distant, cold Mr. Jing actually had expressions other than aloofness.