The new intern makeup artist, unaware of the situation, quietly asked the person next to her, "Who is the person who just came in?" "Shh... He’s the president of Four Seas Entertainment, Yi City!" "Isn’t he the fiancé of the actress Shi Yunyin?" Upon entering, Yi City first glanced around the makeup room and finally fixed his gaze on Shi Su’s position, stopping and not moving away. Shi Su sat there motionless, not even the frequency of her blinking changed in the slightest. They made eye contact for less than two seconds before she directly lowered her head to continue reading the script. Yi City still stared in Shi Su’s direction, his expression betraying nothing of his thoughts, but his prolonged gaze was enough to shock the female actresses and staff in the makeup room to silence. Mr. Yi is almost a married man now. Even though someone in his position can choose any actress to play with, with countless women eager to climb into his bed privately, watching another female star openly outside doesn’t seem to bother the grand lady Shi Yunyin? If Shi Su, such a minor character, catches Shi Yunyin’s attention, her career might end before it even starts... "Shi Su." Suddenly, the deputy director’s voice sounded from outside, "Is your makeup ready? It’s your turn!" Shi Su closed the script in her hand, stood up, and walked out directly. As she reached the door, Yi City was still standing there motionless, and she could see him staring as she walked by. Shi Su acted as if she hadn’t seen him, intending to bypass him, but Yi City suddenly seemed about to speak. Shi Su abruptly interrupted, "Move aside." She didn’t even cast a glance at him. Yi City, looking at her expressionless profile, unexpectedly stepped aside. Shi Su walked on, her face calm and indifferent, leaving without looking back. It was as if she didn’t recognize the famous star-maker god of the industry, the president of Four Seas Entertainment, Shi Yunyin’s fiancé, her... youthful happiness. The makeup room fell into a strange silence once again. There were no night scenes today, so she could pick up Mianmian on the way home. Near the kindergarten, there was a newly opened mall. Shi Su and Mianmian, mother and daughter, took a stroll, bought cotton candy and little sweet figurines, and picked up a pretty little dress for Mianmian. Before heading home, they passed by a men’s boutique on the second floor, and Shi Su, almost on a whim, walked in. It was only until she walked out with a bag that she realized. Why was she buying clothes for Ji Han? During the taxi ride home, Shi Su asked the little kid nibbling on cotton candy beside her, "Mianmian, how many days has Ji Han stayed at our home?" Engrossed in eating, Mianmian was caught off guard by the question. She hastily counted on her fingers, though it was unclear what she was calculating, and then replied with a puzzled face, "Mommy, I don’t remember." Shi Su didn’t expect a four-year-old to remember the days clearly. Since the day she brought that man home, it had been nearly twenty days now. Initially, he was recuperating at home, with some deep wounds that couldn’t be exposed to wind, unable to go outside. But recently, he seemed to be recovering well, as at least the outer skin of the wound was gradually healing, so he should be able to leave the house. The clothes bought for him wouldn’t be wasted, and he could repay later anyway. Though when this promise would be fulfilled, she had no idea. She felt it was necessary to take him out, to see if his feelings about the outside world were unfamiliar or just as calm as they were at her home. Also, to find a way to pry some words out of him, to understand who he really was, clearly he was feigning amnesia, but he hadn’t deliberately expressed too many lies, speaking and acting seamlessly. Looking at him, he didn’t seem like a swindler living off others. From his demeanor and looks to his grace and upbringing, he was impeccable. Such a man would absolutely have wealthy women willing to support him, even be chased three streets down in luxury cars by them. Yet, he remained here. His initial injuries were real, and the head injury was genuine... But quite the gentleman, these past few days, when she returned late to the bedroom to shower, he would willingly step out to leave the bedroom to her. This, unknowingly, created a natural trust and sense of security towards him, making Shi Su momentarily distracted. Mianmian hadn’t returned for two days, and hugged Shi Su’s arm the whole way back, acting spoiled. Once home, she immediately ran to the master bedroom to find Ji Han, first hugging his leg persistently, clamoring incessantly about how she missed him. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴠɪsɪᴛ novel★fire.net Then she beckoned him insistently, demanding he squat down to talk with her. Ji Han seemed not the type to enjoy being pestered by children, yet he was consistently indulgent with Mianmian, indeed squatting down, letting her hug his neck and whisper secrets into his ear, later climbing onto him like a koala until Ji Han simply picked her up, witnessing this scene made Shi Su suddenly realize... Mianmian, although young, was quite sensible and never said anything hurtful, yet her longing for a father was unveiled without reserve at this moment. Shi Su couldn’t bear to disturb them, forcing herself back to a rational perspective, recognizing it’s not appropriate for the little one to cling to him so much, she headed to the open bedroom door, knocked and said, "You’re carrying Shi Mianmian effortlessly now; your injuries should be mostly healed then." Jing Jihan turned to look at her, yet before speaking, Shi Su placed the bag she was holding onto a cabinet by the door, "The fridge is almost empty; I’m going to the supermarket to buy some groceries. Change your clothes and join us."