Chapter 212: Chapter 212: Let Shi Su Carry the Jing Family’s Great-Grandchild

Those little emojis Mianmian sent, row after row, clearly showing that this little rascal had nothing better to do after kindergarten and started chatting with Jing Jihan.

Jing Jihan doesn’t have much time to chat with Mianmian all the time, but he hasn’t set Mianmian’s WeChat to "Do Not Disturb."

It means that just now, while Jing Jihan was discussing serious matters with those Jiang City officials at the resort, his phone vibrated several times in his pocket. Others might have thought Mr. Jing had something urgent that was being held up, but who could have guessed it was a four-year-old girl sending him a continuous barrage of emoji attacks?

"Do you not know how to set ’Do Not Disturb’?"

After all, Jing Jihan hasn’t even changed his WeChat avatar until now and probably won’t change it. The tutorials she sent him last time, he probably didn’t have time to look at.

"No need for ’Do Not Disturb’."

"Don’t you find it annoying when the kid sends you so many emoji messages?"

"She only sends these when greeting me after school or sends a ’goodnight’ voice message before sleeping."

Shi Su took a closer look and found that although Mianmian couldn’t type, she used those cute, funny emojis to express her feelings from kindergarten every day. For example, if she’s happy today, she’ll send many happy emojis, and if she’s not, she’ll send a few crying emojis as if she’s silently sharing her thoughts with Ji Han.

At this point, she realized that although she didn’t lack anything in taking care of Mianmian, Jing Jihan had something that felt as steady as a mountain, something that made people want to rely on him, a longing for a father, causing her excessive dependency.

Shi Su paused for a moment, looking at the man’s default avatar: "You still don’t know how to change your WeChat avatar, do you? Should I help you change it?"

Jing Jihan glanced at her without refusing.

Shi Su tapped into his phone album, trying to find a suitable picture for an avatar, but found his album empty, not even a scenic photo.

Suddenly, she held up her phone towards Jing Jihan, "How about a selfie?"

Jing Jihan didn’t make any move, only lowered his eyes to give her a mild look.

Clearly uncooperative.

What era is this? A man using his own photo as an avatar is either overly narcissistic or overly insecure, and it doesn’t quite fit someone as low-key and aloof as Jing Jihan.

Shi Su instantly gave up the idea of taking his picture, initially wanting to download a pretty picture from his phone browser but then glanced out at the moonlight outside the window.

It’s a full moon tonight, with no stars visible in the pitch-black sky, only a bright, beautiful full moon hanging high.

She got up, walked to the window, took a picture of the moon in the night sky, felt satisfied, and directly set it as Jing Jihan’s WeChat avatar.

...

Late at night.

Jiang City.

Jing Luozhou was pestered by Mr. Jing into playing two rounds of Go. Lying in bed afterward, his mind was filled with the old man’s maneuvers on the Go board, unable to imagine how his brother was frequently pressed by the old man to learn Go from the age of five or six.

The butler, Mr. Li, said that Jing Jihan was defeating the old man by age ten, leaving him with no moves. Despite Mr. Jing’s enduring love for Go, he rarely met a worthy opponent, eventually losing to his under-ten grandson.

Jing Luozhou is really not skilled in this area. Now, whether he opens or closes his eyes, he sees the black and white pieces, haunted by the shadow brought by the old man, unable to sleep, picking up his phone planning to ask Jing Jihan when he’d be back in Jiang City, only to open WeChat and see his brother had unexpectedly changed his avatar.

Mr. Jing was extremely bored, staring at what seemed like a plain full moon image for a long while, then zooming in.

Upon zooming in, a faint outline seemed visible, adjusting the screen brightness to the highest revealed a woman’s reflection holding a phone through the window within the photograph of the moonlit sky.

Even with Shi Su’s face partly blocked by the phone, Jing Luozhou still recognized her.

Shi Su can be pretty scary when she’s detail-oriented but hilariously oblivious when she’s not.

But he didn’t believe Jing Jihan himself hadn’t noticed.

Anyone who studies this avatar closely wouldn’t fail to detect a woman?

He knew Jing Jihan was secretly passionate, but didn’t expect his brother to be this covertly passionate!

Jing Luozhou sent a WeChat message over: [(Thumbs up) Nice avatar.]

Ten minutes later, Jing Jihan replied: [It is indeed nice.]

Jing Luozhou sneered: [When are you coming back to Jiang City? Grandpa caught a cold recently; whenever he’s sick, he clings to me, wanting to play Go, it’s torturous!]

Jing Jihan: [Cold?]

Jing Luozhou: [Yeah, that old man fell asleep in the yard listening to music, unintentionally caught a chill, but it’s not very serious.]

Jing Jihan: [Hmm.]

Jing Luozhou: [What does ’Hmm’ mean? When are you coming back?]

Jing Jihan: [Not sure, plans tend to change.]

Jing Luozhou went dark-eyed, suddenly whispered into his phone and sent a voice message: "You’re just going to leave me alone to suffer under Grandpa’s torture? Alright, you wait, I’ll go tell Mr. Jing about your situation. If you come back from Z City without Shi Su carrying the Jing Family’s great-grandson in her belly, you might as well not come back!"

No point in holding back, Mr. Jing suffers at home; his brother shouldn’t be out there having fun without consequences.

Jing Luozhou hurried to Mr. Jing, showing him Jing Jihan’s WeChat avatar, exaggeratingly gossiping about Jing Jihan’s recent itinerary, spinning things negatively with a sarcastic tone: "Look, my brother is with Shi Su in Z City, if nothing happens with her belly when they return, you should send my brother to the hospital to check if there’s any problem in that regard!"

The old man swung his cane at his leg: "You’re the one with a problem in that regard!"

Jing Luozhou agilely leaped up, ducking the old man’s cane attack, yelling continually: "I’m just worrying about your great-grandchild, sharing your worries here!"

"Worry about nothing, you lousy chess player, no talent, just ruining your brother’s reputation every day!"

Jing Luozhou ultimately got hit on the leg, howling in pain, hopping out of the old man’s bedroom.

Shi Su wasn’t really that oblivious, especially when it came to Jing Jihan’s affairs; she’s always wide awake.

Before sleeping, she opened Jing Jihan’s WeChat avatar to admire her photography skills, quickly spotting the issue with the picture.

Silently, she hurried online, downloading a bunch of various beautiful images, from landscapes to animals to portraits, then several cool high-profile ones, sending them to him.

Shi Su: [Suddenly I feel the picture I took isn’t very nice, do you want to pick one from these and change your avatar?]

Jing Jihan replied decisively after coming out of the shower: [Not changing.]

Shi Su: "..."