The black Bentley pulled into Kaixing Mansion, and Shi Mianmian excitedly asked, "Ji Han, are you coming to our house for dinner again tonight?" Shi Su was still thinking about what had just happened and didn’t notice what Mianmian was saying. Jing Jihan unclasped his seatbelt and turned to ask, "Mianmian hopes I’ll come?" "Of course, I hope so! Super hope! Ji Han, when can you continue staying at my and mommy’s house?" Mianmian grinned widely, leaning forward affectionately, and said, "I want to keep telling you the story of Princess Elsa! The kindergarten teacher says I’m great at storytelling, and none of the other kids are as good as me!" "That great?" Jing Jihan chuckled lightly, reaching backward to stroke the little girl’s soft, fluffy head. "Let’s get out of the car; I’ll take you two upstairs." "Then aren’t you coming home with mommy and me?" Mianmian blinked, looking at him expectantly. Jing Jihan’s eyebrows moved slightly as he glanced over at Shi Su. Shi Su was still lost in her thoughts and didn’t respond. Mianmian quickly turned her head and asked, "Mommy, can we let Ji Han come to our house for dinner?" Shi Su still didn’t answer, her eyes glancing out of the car window, not focusing on any particular point, clearly not coming back to reality. Mianmian quickly added, "Mommy didn’t refuse, so that means it’s a yes. Ji Han, let’s help mommy carry the stuff upstairs and go home together! Let’s hurry!" Until the car became empty, with only Shi Su standing there in a daze, the trunk opened and closed again, Shi Su suddenly came back to her senses due to the quiet surroundings. She quickly noticed Shi Mianmian standing by the car, her small hand holding onto the handle of the suitcase Jing Jihan had taken out, her little mouth chattering nonstop: "This pink suitcase was the one I helped mommy pick. Mommy likes white, I like pink, so mommy chose pink. Ji Han, isn’t it pretty?" Shi Su hurriedly got out of the car. In the elevator, Jing Jihan helped carry her luggage inside, while Shi Mianmian’s little hand held onto Shi Su, obediently following along. Having someone like Jing Jihan help carry the luggage always felt like it would shorten one’s lifespan, and it wasn’t the first time. But he evidently wasn’t planning on letting her carry it herself; from start to finish, he never let her touch the suitcase handle or the small bag on it. The man’s stature was upright, the black trench coat accentuating his form even more, and with the coolness of the autumn night, it seemed as if a layer of autumn frost covered him, one hand on her suitcase, the other having just pressed the elevator button, was suddenly caught by Mianmian’s small hand stretched over. The little girl’s fingers were restlessly scratching in his palm, and Jing Jihan looked down, his eyes meeting Mianmian’s mischievous smile. Updates are released by 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹✶𝗳𝗶𝗿𝗲✶𝗻𝗲𝘁 Receiving Ji Han’s gaze, Mianmian suddenly covered her stomach and said, "Mommy, I’m so hungry!" Shi Su glanced down at her, "What do you want to eat?" "I want to eat..." Mianmian suddenly giggled, "Egg braised noodles!" She looked up at the man in front of her, Jing Jihan not in a hurry to withdraw his gaze from Mianmian, calmly raised his eyes to meet hers. Claiming it was Mianmian who wanted to eat, it was clearly Jing Jihan intending to have dinner openly. Just now when she was in the car, she seemed to hear the two of them plotting something, but she hadn’t paid much attention. Mianmian was once again siding with him and plotting against her own mom. "Should I prepare two portions then? Mr. Jing came over to care for me and help with my luggage tonight, besides inviting you for dinner, I really don’t have any other way to repay you." Shi Su stared at Jing Jihan’s open and honest eyes, not avoiding his gaze, directly offering him an obvious stepping stone. Jing Jihan subtly smirked, "Miss Shi’s generous invitation, I won’t be polite then." This man truly exemplifies going with the flow to perfection, not being the least bit shy about it. Shi Su wasn’t a stingy person, though gratitude was genuine, but Jing Jihan’s unusual fondness for her ordinary noodles was beyond comprehension. Tired of all the top-notch delicacies from home and abroad? Preferring her humble home-cooked noodles and porridge instead? Thus, she deliberately fried two more eggs, placing them in the noodles to show her sincerity. During dinner, after eating two bites of noodles, Shi Mianmian looked up with a strange expression and asked, "Mommy, why is it so sweet?" Shi Su froze, quickly picking up Mianmian’s chopsticks to try two bites herself, her expression instantly changing. Uh-oh, while cooking the noodles earlier, her mind repeatedly replayed the contents of that express box. She didn’t remember what she was thinking or doing, but apparently, she mistook sugar for salt. "I made a mistake, I’ll redo them." Shi Su said, taking Mianmian’s bowl, and as she was about to take Jing Jihan’s as well, she noticed he had already eaten the extra fried egg and some noodles she made. Shi Su was surprised, "I mistook sugar for salt, doesn’t it taste bad?" Jing Jihan didn’t expose the yet unsettled chaos in her heart, slightly raising his eyelids, "It’s not bad." Shi Su disregarded any awkward manners, directly sampling another bite from his bowl. "Yuck." It was the same taste! She looked up speechless at the apparently insentient man, "Even if I gave you poison, you’d swallow it too, wouldn’t you? How can you eat something so awful? I’ll redo it!" Jing Jihan’s face wore a leisurely amused smile, "That depends on how the poison is served." Suddenly, a memory from the night she drank at the old mansion of the Jing Family erupted in her mind... It was one of those somewhat disjointed post-drinking memories she occasionally recalled, not precisely knowing what had happened. But she was a hundred percent sure that the tingling and numb pain at her mouth the next morning was absolutely related to him! She’s not amnesic, trying hard enough could conjure some fragmentary impressions. For instance, the water-filled bathtub... and those... How is the poison served? The scene of that blurry, intense, and surging kiss from her memories once more flashed before her eyes... Shi Su swiftly took the two bowls and headed straight to the kitchen without turning back, dumping the noodles out. Fortunately, the recently boiled water was still hot, and redoing the noodles took no more than ten minutes. The two freshly made bowls of noodles were brought back to the table. After dinner, it was already past nine at night. Shi Su took Shi Mianmian to the bathroom for a bath, then picked the little girl up and placed her on the sofa, helping her dry her hair when Jing Jihan’s phone rang. He answered the call, and with the hairdryer noise, Shi Su didn’t catch what it was about until the man approached and said, "I got an urgent file to review, can I borrow your study?"