Chapter 189: Chapter 189: Kneeling Before Jing Jihan’s Suit Pants...

The antiseptic solution and the injury ointment were reapplied to the wound, with the stinging pain on the surface feeling more intense than a quick knife cut.

Shi Su was really trying hard to endure it; she didn’t make a sound but instinctively twitched with pain when the antiseptic solution touched her skin.

The man firmly held her wrist without loosening, and after reapplying the medicine, he examined her hand closely in his palm. Fortunately, she had only been pulling at the other person’s collar; the wound wasn’t deep, just had some severe surface abrasions, otherwise today she would have inevitably needed a tetanus shot.

"Does it still hurt?"

Shi Su looked up and met his concerned gaze, pausing for a moment: "It’s much better now."

Jing Jihan took some gauze from her medical kit and carefully wrapped her wrist injury with layers of it.

"Are you inherently impulsive, or was today just too much to bear?"

Shi Su watched the man wind the gauze around her wrist: "It depends on the urgency of the matter. When it’s about Shi Mianmian, I indeed got impulsive."

"Did you really want to kill him on the spot?"

"I kind of did."

"You are quite honest."

"You saw it all with your own eyes; what’s there to hide?"

"Did you think about how to deal with all the tricky follow-up events if a murder occurred?"

Shi Su: "..."

She withdrew her freshly bandaged wrist, admitting earnestly: "So I admit I was impulsive, I didn’t think that far at the time."

Jing Jihan looked at her coolly, his tone indifferent: "You are quite proficient in self-reflection."

Shi Su slightly lifted the corners of her eyes: "I’m better at making peace with myself. Since things have already reached this point, the person has been sent to the police station, and the matter has been settled, the injury on my hand isn’t a big deal. I can’t keep dwelling on it endlessly."

She paused in her speech, sneaked a look at his expression, only to be caught by his unrelenting gaze. She quickly coughed and continued: "So there’s no need for Mr. Jing to further criticize me over this, right?"

Jing Jihan ignored her obvious attempt to wave the white flag, taking her hand again to inspect the gauze he had just applied.

"Check carefully when changing the dressing tomorrow morning, and if you see any signs of infection or increased redness, remember to go to the hospital for re-bandaging."

"There’s no need." She wasn’t that delicate; it was just a superficial wound.

Accidentally meeting the man’s eyes, she immediately changed her tone: "Alright, I’ll check carefully after getting up tomorrow."

The study door suddenly opened again, and Mianmian ran out with her meticulously drawn masterpiece.

"Mommy, Mommy, I’m done with my drawing!"

Shi Su quickly withdrew her hand from Jing Jihan’s, but Mianmian’s sharp eyes saw the two adults’ hands touching just a moment ago, immediately exclaiming in surprise: "Mommy, you’re holding hands with Uncle Ji Han secretly!"

"We weren’t, stop talking nonsense!" Shi Su immediately gave Mianmian a warning look, worried that her loud voice might draw Mrs. Qin’s attention from the kitchen.

"You were holding hands!"

Shi Su sternly explained: "Mommy’s wrist needs re-bandaging. Uncle was just helping Mommy with that!"

Mianmian, hearing this, immediately focused her attention on Shi Su’s wrist injury, hurriedly running forward to carefully blow on it: "Hoo-hoo~ Mommy, does it still hurt?"

Watching Mianmian’s innocent face constantly blowing on Shi Su’s wrist, Jing Jihan casually threw the injury ointment and antiseptic solution back into the medical kit.

Shi Su glanced at the man, catching him looking at her with a scrutinizing expression, as if saying: Aren’t you embarrassed to fool a kid like this?

Shi Su: ?

She glared back at him: Who’s fooling a kid? There’s nothing impure happening between us!

Jing Jihan let out a short, cold laugh from his throat, and seeing the unfavorable situation, Shi Su quickly diverted her gaze back to Mianmian, who was still blowing on her wrist: "What did you draw? Let me see."

Mianmian promptly showed off her nearly crumpled drawing paper: "I drew Mommy!"

Shi Su’s initially expectant expression instantly froze, her lips trembling silently.

On the large white sketch paper was a figure resembling a previously drawn Pink Elder from the Heaven Mountain tales, wielding a huge square-shaped object in one hand while the other seemed to rest on her waist, standing with strangely positioned legs.

Shi Su: "???"

Mianmian proudly showed her masterpiece to both Shi Su and Jing Jihan, then began her introduction with grandeur: "This is Mommy! I put Mommy in a pink dress today!"

Shi Su: "...Ah, this is a pink dress? And what is this?"

She pointed at the enormous square object resembling a forty-meter-long broadsword.

"This is the weapon Mommy used today, it’s a brick!"

"......"

This huge thing drawn larger than her body, is a brick?

Shi Su closed her eyes briefly, trying hard to pull off a maternal and gentle smile: "Shi Mianmian, how about Mommy finds you an art class?"

Mianmian didn’t catch her suggestion as the little one, after her introduction to Shi Su, turned to Jing Jihan to show off: "Uncle Jihan, does it look alike?"

Looking intently at Mianmian’s masterpiece, Jing Jihan earnestly evaluated, "Alike."

Like your big head!

Shi Su’s eyes nearly rolled into the ceiling, unable to bear looking directly, she patted Mianmian, telling her to fold the drawing and tuck it into her little backpack, not to showcase it around.

Mianmian also worried about damaging her hard-earned drawing and obediently went to find her little backpack.

Seizing the opportunity as Mianmian left, Shi Su quickly found an excuse to stand up: "I’ll go check if Mrs. Qin is done..."

Before she finished speaking, she accidently overlooked the rug corner slightly lifted by Mianmian’s little foot in front of the couch. Upon getting up, Shi Su stumbled and suddenly fell forward—

"Thud—" The sound of her knee hitting the floor through the carpet.

...Thankfully, she didn’t fall onto Jing Jihan’s body.

But kneeling directly in front of Jing Jihan was very... embarrassing!!!

Shi Su fell on the carpet, it didn’t hurt much, but she couldn’t support herself with her hand to prevent wrist sprain. Maintaining her kneeling posture for a few awkward seconds, she lifted her head, only to unexpectedly find... the man... the expensive crotch area of his luxurious suit pants...

Shi Su quickly tried to stand, but the exertion wasn’t controlled properly. Her hand barely touched the ground when a surge of pain shot through her wrist, causing a "hiss," and her whole body leaned forward in a half-kneeling pose.

The air suddenly turned silent.

Jing Jihan kept a few centimeters of short distance, didn’t move, merely glanced down with a meaningful look at her.