Mianmian didn’t dare stay long. She glanced at Mommy again, noticing that even though Mommy was wearing a nightgown with a coat over it, she didn’t understand what Mommy was doing so late. But when she saw Uncle Ji Han come in, Mommy turned back to the bedroom with a joyful smile on her face. Hearing the little girl use the bathroom and obediently climb back to bed, Shi Su glanced towards the bedroom before looking again at the man leaning back on the sofa with his eyes closed and motionless. Looking at his shirt and his messy dark hair, tousled from her not-so-gentle push onto the sofa, Shi Su was so angry she wanted to throw him out. But she still quickly picked up the thermos from the coffee table, poured a cup of warm water, and brought it to his lips. "Drink some water, here." Shi Su tried to feed some water to Jing Jihan, but the man remained motionless, leaning against the sofa, clearly deeply asleep. If he won’t wake up, there’s no way to kick him out. Even if this place is technically his, she was unwilling to settle him into any bedroom right now. Despite there being plenty of bedrooms here, any of which could be tidied up for a good night’s rest for him. Since he didn’t drink the water, Shi Su heavily set the cup down, stood by the sofa staring at him for a while, and finally picked up the glass again with a face full of annoyance, cautiously trying to feed him once more. After all, this was not the first time she’d done such things. Back when he was in a severe coma, she managed to feed him water and medicine, and now he wasn’t exactly immobile. Presumably, when he was in a severe coma, he couldn’t move. Now, not only could he move, but he also got choked up. As Jing Jihan let out a cough, Shi Su quickly brought the water glass back to his lips and whispered, "Come on, have a couple more sips." Seeing the man frowning, reluctantly drinking two sips of water, she took back the cup. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him lean back on the sofa again as if falling asleep. She really wanted to capture this man’s current state and post it online for those girls obsessed with domineering CEOs to see. She glanced at his face again. But even sleeping on the sofa, he was still handsome. What was she thinking? Minutes ago, she was almost swallowed alive by this drunken fool! Shi Su pursed her lips, walked to the bathroom, turned on the mirror light to have a look, seeing her reddened lips, recalling a similar scene in the Jing Family from last time. Great, new grudges and old grievances combined! Shi Su couldn’t sleep at all. She checked the time; it was already midnight. So she went to the kitchen to make some porridge and, while preparing ingredients for breakfast the next morning, she suddenly glanced at a small bottle of wasabi in the corner. When Jing Jihan woke up, he found himself still sleeping on the sofa, with a thin blanket over him that Shi Su had mercifully placed on him during the latter half of the night. He rubbed his throbbing temples, slowly sat up, and looked around. It seemed there was no presence of anyone else in the house; neither Shi Su nor Mianmian were there. He set aside the blanket and got up, seeing his phone on the coffee table. Picking it up, there was a WeChat message from Shi Su from just ten minutes ago. Shi Su: [I took Mianmian to kindergarten; breakfast is on the dining table. Help yourself.] Jing Jihan turned around and indeed saw something on the dining table. Walking over, he found two ready-made sandwiches and milk. Last night at the Jinyi Club, he didn’t eat much. Now he was indeed hungry. Sitting down, he picked up a sandwich and took a bite, his expression suddenly froze, and he glanced down at the sandwich layer that was supposed to contain salad dressing or cheese sauce, now slathered with a thick layer of light green wasabi. Jing Jihan silently stared at the thing in his hand for a while, thinking about everything he actually did to her last night while being fully conscious. After a moment of contemplation, he still decided to eat the wasabi sandwich, enduring the burning sensation from his nasal cavity to his throat, picking up the milk only to find it also infused with a significant amount of wasabi juice. Spicy upon spicy, perfect. He set down the cup and picked up the phone to reply to Shi Su with a WeChat message. Shi Su had just sent Mianmian to kindergarten and was walking back to Kaixing Mansion, which took only a few minutes. On the way back, she received a message. Jing Jihan: [The breakfast tastes good.] Shi Su’s brow twitched, and she angrily jabbed the screen a few times: [If you like it, have some more!] Seeing Shi Su’s fiery response, Jing Jihan’s lips curved slightly. Yet after the drinks and almost no food last night, paired with enduring so much wasabi first thing in the morning, his stomach, already suffering enough, eventually gave in to the necessity of fetching a bowl of clear porridge that Shi Su had cooked the night before from the kitchen. Jing Jihan then called Zhou He, "Bring me a set of clothes, to Kaixing Mansion, 31st floor." While answering the call calmly, as usual, Zhou He put down the phone but internally questioned: ??? Mr. Jing usually stays on the 32nd floor, doesn’t he have all the clothes he wants in his own wardrobe? Aren’t both the 31st and 32nd floors his? Why specifically request clothes delivery? But Zhou He dared not ask more and quickly fetched a set of clothes from the company president’s suite, folded neatly, carefully packed it into a bag, worried about crease marks, and rushed to Kaixing Mansion. Shi Su, intent on letting the esteemed "Gold Patron" enjoy the breakfast thoroughly, strolled a bit in the downstairs gym area, not hurrying back immediately. After a couple of laps, she finally headed upstairs. Zhou He stood in the Kaixing Mansion elevator, incessantly watching the numbers rise, recalling Mr. Jing’s condition last night. He drank a lot, but didn’t seem to directly go home. Could it be that Mr. Jing last night... Recently, Mr. Jing even asked him about relationships and women, could it really be... Follow current novels on 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵✦𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮✦𝓷𝓮𝓽 Specifically asking him to send clothes, was last night’s scene intense? So intense that the clothes got torn, and it was inconvenient to walk the short distance from the 31st to 32nd floor personally? Mr. Jing is usually so clean and proper, doesn’t even have a female assistant beside him, barely interacts with the females among the company executives, whom he deals with strictly business. Could it be that Mr. Jing genuinely has a woman recently? Moreover, a hangover and not returning... so... so intense that clothes had to be sent? "Ding—" The elevator stopped at the thirty-first floor. Zhou He quickly walked out, went up to ring the doorbell. The door opened, and Jing Jihan calmly glanced at him, about to reach out. Suddenly, another elevator also stopped on this floor with a "ding" sound. Shi Su walked out of the elevator. Zhou He instinctively turned, and upon spotting Shi Su, he was so startled he shuddered, almost flinging the expensive clothes from his hand!