Chapter 221: Chapter 221 - 219: Mr. Jing Only Booked One Room

The sound of water in the bathroom halted, and Jing Jihan put his clothes back on, buttoning his shirt one by one upwards while casually glancing at the full-length mirror inside.

The bite mark on his shoulder from Shi Su, though no longer bleeding, still appeared slightly red.

The hastiness left the mark irregular, yet it was a coincidence that it matched the bite mark from that chaotic night five years ago, left by that woman, in the exact same spot.

The strength and manner of the bite were virtually identical.

Shi Su had already changed her clothes outside, and upon hearing the doorbell, instinctively asked: "Who is it?"

Jing Jihan finished buttoning his shirt and walked out, the bathroom being close to the door, he opened it directly.

The hotel staff pushed a dining cart in, accompanied by two bottles of exquisite Lafite wine, and respectfully nodded to Jing Jihan before exiting.

Shi Su craned her neck to look at the door, glimpsing the dining cart: "I thought you were going to take me out for dinner."

"In your current state, can you go out?" Jing Jihan closed the door, casually pushing the dining cart over, while noting that Shi Su’s clothes, although changed, left her semi-dry hair softly cascading over her shoulders, looking very obedient.

Indeed, Shi Su was quite absent-minded today, but she seemed much more obedient than usual.

Sitting quietly on the edge of the bed, she had a look ready to be fed.

At the same time, she noticed Jing Jihan’s shirt was also from Dior, seemingly a couple’s style with hers.

However, he rarely wore such luxury brands commonly seen on the streets. She had noticed before that most of what Jing Jihan wore were custom-made pieces by top foreign designers, rarely did it have obvious brand markers, yet even a casual shirt would cost several times more than this Dior shirt on him, although Dior looked good too, and this particular men’s luxury design was understatedly elegant, quite suitable for him.

This man merely standing there seemed more composed and calm than even the vast sky and floating clouds.

"The kitchen in this hotel is average, nearby are mainly small restaurants paired with the hospitals." Jing Jihan placed the dining cart in front of her: "I didn’t order anything too extravagant, just something simple."

Shi Su was curious about what Jing Jihan considered simple eating, wondering how simple it could be.

Would it be tasteless rice porridge like at her home?

Though now, she was so hungry she wouldn’t refuse even porridge.

Reaching out to lift the warming cover on the dining cart, she saw a portion of mushroom chicken porridge, floral egg custard, lotus root rib soup, stuffed tofu, and sweet and sour fish, along with two bottles of excellent red wine and Paris water.

Is this called eating simply?

Z City, being a small tourist town, temporarily lacked characteristic foods, mostly typical Jiang City dishes. Besides exotic dishes, the best home-cooked meals are nothing beyond these.

Although indeed, they all appeared simple and easy to digest food, absolutely nothing simple about them, right?

"Shall I eat?" Shi Su picked up the cutlery and looked up at the man towering over her by the dining cart.

"You think I had it brought in just for you to stare at?" Jing Jihan poured a glass of Paris water.

Shi Su looked down and directly picked up a rib to gnaw on, and indeed, Jing Jihan hadn’t exaggerated; this hotel’s kitchen was average.

Though tasty, compared to the braised ribs Jing Jihan had made at her house, it paled significantly.

After eating for a while, Shi Su suddenly turned her gaze towards the red wine on the dining cart, seeing the Lafite lettering, her eyes lit up.

"Want a drink?"

She looked up: "Can’t I?"

"Lafite was gifted by the hotel, and you have injuries."

The man spoke without fully refusing, knowing drinking a little wouldn’t have much effect.

Shi Su continued stuffing egg custard into her mouth while staring at the two bottles of red wine, not seeing the year, feeling they wouldn’t be too expensive, still wanting to drink, but hesitated, saying nothing, continuing to eat.

Perhaps her eagerness was too obvious earlier, she knew drinks like these wouldn’t cause drunkenness but was rare in her desire to indulge.

She was battling the rib when suddenly hearing the sound of a wine bottle opening; once done biting the rib, she looked up to find Jing Jihan had poured half a glass of red wine into a goblet, replacing the Paris water.

"Drink a little, sleep soundly and peacefully at night." The man placed down the wine bottle, a look suggesting this indulgence for her was a normal occurrence.

Shi Su hastily picked up the goblet for a sip, delighting in the taste, half-sweet blended with the top-quality wine flavor, utterly satisfying.

"Not having any yourself?" Shi Su fleetingly glanced at him.

With an inexplicable tension after the muddled, impromptu conversation earlier, she felt restless despite Jing Jihan merely standing steadily, watching her with calm direct eyes.

Jing Jihan: "I only booked one room."

Shi Su: "?"

"I didn’t plan to book a second room tonight." His voice low and provocative: "Red wine is alcohol too, are you sure you want me to drink?"

"..."

"Shi Su, have I been too restrained? Do you feel too safe with me?"

Shi Su: "Cough cough—"

She suddenly choked on the red wine, hurriedly grabbed chopsticks to stuff mushroom chicken porridge into her mouth.

Inadvertently, the once slight pale face was now tinged with suspicious red, Jing Jihan didn’t continue speaking, his gaze deepening like the midnight sea, calm yet unfathomable.

Shi Su kept eating, averting her gaze, while unexpectedly lifting a hand to cautiously touch the wound on her forehead, silently reminding him she was still a patient.

Jing Jihan reached over, pressing on her head: "Does the wound hurt?"

"It’s okay, ow, don’t touch it..."

Jing Jihan withdrew his hand: "Get it checked at the hospital tomorrow, stop resisting the doctors."

"Okay."

"How many times have I helped apply medication?" He tucked the hair falling across her forehead back, looking down at her: "You even carry pepper spray, great risk awareness, yet unavoidably suffer big and small injuries, when will you give me peace of mind?"

She didn’t wish it either.

Shi Yunyin and her mother wanted her dead, Chu Shangdong’s son wanted her dead, for her to still be so resiliently alive, sitting here eating, really owes it to her lasting fate, of course, she had to admit that without Jing Jihan today, she’d have no idea where she’d be now.

...

Shi Su’s mental state today was quite off compared to usual, not long after the meal, despite having just half a glass of wine, it had some effect, she leaned on the bed and soon fell asleep again, a bit more settled than earlier when cocooned in the blanket.

Jing Jihan carefully lifted her, placing her in the middle of the bed, covering her with the quilt, gently touching the area around the bandaged wound on her forehead, although unhurt, it was noticeably swollen, even without words, revealing how brutal it had been crashing repeatedly into the car door.