Chapter 275: Chapter 275 - 272: His Eyes Grow Ever More Profound...

"Miss, you can afford a ’95 Lafite, but can’t spare a thousand yuan?" The waiter couldn’t help but glance at her again.

"I can’t spare it, why should I? Haven’t you heard that many women shop online and can buy anything expensive, but can’t stand it if there’s no free shipping? Same logic!" Shi Su gave the waiter another look, "Two bottles of mineral water, already on the menu. Please bring them quickly, thank you!"

The waiter wanted to say something more but suddenly realized that he’d been deliberately teased by this lady, and immediately felt too embarrassed to speak further. He awkwardly turned and left the private room.

Once the room was quiet again, Shi Su took off her mask behind the steaming hotpot and let out a long breath, "People really have so many ways to make money nowadays. The waiter sees you dressed well and seizes the chance to push wine to get a commission. But being this dishonest, wanting both the wine commission and a tip, do I look like I’m easy to con?"

Jing Jihan chuckled deeply, "Do I look like a rich second generation about to hook up with a starlet who’s waiting for me to speak up?"

Of course Shi Su knew.

She really didn’t want the waiter to hassle him too much.

After all, first she said she’d treat this meal, and no matter how wealthy Jing Jihan is, there’s no need for him to be swindled in such a place. It wouldn’t be worth it for the patron to lose even a cent.

She thought she’d just tease a bit and get them to leave quickly, lest they stand there chattering, but it turned out Jing Jihan saw the whole thing clearly without saying a word.

No matter big or small, he’s really clear-headed about everything.

This so clear-headed Jing Jihan actually likes her.

The previous waiter was too embarrassed to come back, so he called another to deliver the food. After the door of the private room was closed again, no one randomly bothered them again.

...

When they left the hotpot place, it was already 8:30pm, and it was still snowing.

The distance to Kaixing Mansion wasn’t far, about a ten-minute walk home. Shi Su was full and wanted to walk back.

Jing Jihan’s car was nearby, and it wasn’t far from Yu Jing Group either, so the car could be driven back by Lu Zhao in the morning. He accompanied her, walking back in the thick white snow. Standing by the roadside, he saw the breath escaping from Shi Su’s mouth and raised his hand to cover her hat and scarf tightly, "Wear it properly, don’t catch a cold."

Shi Su didn’t wear gloves out, and her coat had no pockets, so she felt her hands getting cold as she walked. Just as she lifted her hands to warm them with her breath, his hand suddenly reached over, pulled her hands down, and pulled her whole body into his arms, tucking her hands into his coat, touching the warmth of his waist through his shirt.

"Running out in such cold weather, didn’t you know to wear everything you should?"

Jing Jihan looked down at her sudden upward gaze.

Under the streetlights, with the snowflakes dancing, her bright eyes and clear, exquisite face looked up at him.

He pressed her into his arms again, "Still cold? Should I get the car?"

"Not cold, not much distance left, no need to go back specifically for the car." Shi Su smiled, nestled in his arms, feeling the warmth from his coat as she said, "Your trip and meetings in the capital should be very important, right? When I was eating I checked my moments, Zhou He and Lu Zhao are both still in the capital and haven’t returned. But you came back yourself, do you have to rush back overnight?"

The man had a slight smile in his eyes but responded calmly, "When did you add them on WeChat? How come I didn’t know?"

"Just occasionally contacted them, had their numbers so I added them." Shi Su blinked at him, "Don’t change the subject, why did you suddenly come back? Didn’t I say I could handle it myself, and you don’t have to worry?"

"You’re so confident, of course I’m not worried," the man said with an effortless, alluring smile in the snow-lit night, "But who knows if you’d end up crying under the covers at midnight?"

Shi Su: "..."

She lifted her face, "Have you seen me crying?"

The man looked at her and said leisurely, "Hmm, not only aren’t you crying, you’re in such a good mood to come out for dinner with your ex."

Shi Su: "..."

"He asked to meet, I considered the matters with Shi Yunyin, and some old issues, since they’re related to him. As I’m aiming for closure, it’s indeed appropriate to find the right time to talk things out with him. Plus, I didn’t even eat the plate of spaghetti; it cost me two hundred bucks!"

Whether Shi Su was explaining herself or regretting the two hundred yuan, she muttered quietly, "And you can’t strictly call him an ex-boyfriend. Even though there were feelings, I was so closely watched in the Shi family, busy with dance lessons by day, and there was a curfew at night, with almost no free time. Our occasional dates never even went over ten minutes..."

"Sounds like you’re feeling quite wronged?"

"I’m not! Not at all! I can’t compare to Mr. Jing running back from the capital in this stormy night yet only getting to drink a bottle of water, which is more pitiful."

Saying this, Shi Su chuckled, slipped her hands further into his waist, practically hugging him fully, finding it even warmer.

"Indeed." The man’s eyes grew with amusement, "And now I have to rush back overnight, and you’ve reminded me, I do feel a bit unbalanced."

Shi Su tilted her head back, resting her chin on his chest, eyes bright, "How do you plan to balance it out?"

The man’s arm tightened around her waist, pulling her in closer, bodies firmly against each other. His gaze deepened, beyond words.

Shi Su stayed still in his embrace, gazing at him, then suddenly asked with a soft voice, a particularly random question, "When is your trip to the capital going to be finished the earliest?"

"The day after tomorrow."

Shi Su pondered for a moment, then suddenly asked a particularly spontaneous question, her tone soft, "Which of my nightgowns looks the best?"

Jing Jihan’s brow twitched, looking down at her, the little woman continued to hold his waist tightly, unusually proactive.

Gradually his gaze turned into an inescapable darkness, but his voice was smooth and leisurely, "Nightgown?"

"When you were recovering at my place, I mostly wore loungewear and nightgowns at home. Which one was the best?"

"The white one."

Shi Su: "..."

She has only one white nightgown.

That’s the one she wore when she couldn’t move her neck and asked him to help wash her hair in the bathroom...

She never figured out when exactly this man started having thoughts about her.

Turns out, he’d been thinking about it since back then!