Chapter 317: Chapter 317 - 312: Jing Jihan Kicks the Door Open

Jing Luozhou couldn’t hold back his laughter: "Grandpa really keeps up with trends; he randomly sends me a bunch of emojis meant for middle-aged people."

"Hmm." Mr. Jing raised his eyebrows again.

Jing Jihan chuckled lightly: "Why haven’t I received any?"

Mr. Jing instantly put on a stern face: "You didn’t add me!"

Jing Luozhou then picked up his phone to show Jing Jihan, letting him see those typical middle-aged emojis sent by Mr. Jing.

Then he whispered to Jing Jihan, "This old man even sends me voice messages singing opera, claiming he’s learned something new and asks for my feedback. I mean, I don’t know a thing about it, how am I supposed to comment?"

Mr. Jing suddenly became interested: "Jihan, add me as a friend today."

Jing Jihan: "...I don’t use WeChat."

Jing Luozhou stood on the side gleefully putting away his phone.

Mr. Jing already knew he could use it; he even showed Mr. Jing Jing Jihan’s profile picture before.

"Tsk, not as trendy as this old man. What kind of young people are you?" Mr. Jing rolled his eyes at Jing Jihan in dissatisfaction, but surprisingly didn’t expose him.

Jing Jihan didn’t respond, merely maintaining a face suggesting Mr. Jing was right, quietly intending to let the topic pass.

Jing Sixue, who couldn’t find a chance to speak for a long time, suddenly said, "Jihan, would you like to use WeChat? I can help you to regi..."

At this moment, Jing Jihan’s phone vibrated as if he hadn’t heard Jing Sixue’s words; he took out his phone to glance at it, and the screen prominently displayed a message from Shi Su.

Shi Su: [Biyin River Hotel, come save me!!!]

In an instant, everyone in the front hall saw the normally composed Jing Jihan furrow his brows, his cold face seemingly able to freeze the surrounding air for several feet, and directly called Shi Su in front of the Jing Family.

But after two rings, the call was directly hung up.

The moment the call was hung up, the screen still displayed Shi Su’s message.

Jing Jihan raised his gaze: "Sorry, I have an urgent matter."

Mr. Jing was initially puzzled, but Jing Luozhou, always at Jing Jihan’s side, saw Shi Su’s message, looked up towards Mr. Jing and mouthed: Shi Su.

Mr. Jing then hurriedly waved his hand: "Go quickly..."

Before Mr. Jing could speak.

Jing Jihan’s figure was already out of the front hall.

His tall and slender figure vanished into the night of the Jing Family’s front yard, where the lights had just come on—

Shi Su’s stomach was burning painfully from the alcohol, and Cherry Yang kept holding onto her phone, refusing to return it, leaving Shi Su with no means of seeking help, forcing her to find a way to help herself.

But when she used the excuse of going to the restroom to leave, Cherry Yang followed her out, waiting outside the restroom.

After Shi Su vomited once and washed up, Cherry Yang brought her back to the private room, giving her no chance to slip away.

What on earth happened to Wen Ke? So much time passed, yet he still hadn’t come...

Shi Su’s stomach was killing her, while the executives in front of her kept pouring her drinks. This was purely a drinking party, and whether they’d move to other entertainment venues afterward was uncertain.

She knew there was nothing wrong with the alcohol, but there’s nothing tolerable about drinking so much of it in succession.

After Shi Su’s phone vibrated twice more, Cherry Yang casually shut it off, leaving it silent on the table, entirely still.

The glass in front of her was repeatedly filled up, and Mr. Li, a vice president, got drunk and came over to stand by Shi Su, leaning down to semi-embrace her shoulder, insisting on having a cup-clinking drink with her.

Shi Su smiled and tried to dodge Mr. Li’s arm, not raising her glass, diplomatically saying, "Mr. Li, you have a virtuous wife; I wouldn’t dare joke like that."

Cherry Yang, however, said from the side, "Since you call it a joke, what are you afraid of if it’s just a joke? Drink up, everyone’s enjoying themselves; it kills the mood to be so restrained, right?"

Shi Su: "..."

With a mental image of alpacas running wild, Shi Su still didn’t pick up her glass because her shoulder was already embraced; she planned to "accidentally" knock the glass over to spill it on herself as an excuse to go to the restroom to clean up.

But just as she raised her hand, Mr. Li’s face suddenly pressed down and attempted a close-up face-to-face moment, making Shi Su nauseous. She instinctively increased her resistance movement, successfully knocking over the glass, spilling alcohol onto herself, and pretended to yell softly, but before she could stand up, the private room door suddenly slammed open loudly.

Everyone inside jumped in fright, quickly turning towards the doorway, and before recognizing who came in, they saw Mr. Li, who had just tried to get close to Shi Su within two minutes, stumble sideways onto his seat, while Shi Su, soaked in alcohol, turned to see who entered. Though tipsy, her vision blurred; she tried to stay sober but could barely stand.

Standing supported by the man, she faltered, almost falling into his embrace. Jing Jihan, taking advantage, pressed her into his chest and draped his coat over her, his icy gaze swept over the stunned people present, finally fixing his eyes on Mr. Li, who was tumbling beside and swearing while trying to stand.

Due to Jing Jihan’s abrupt entrance, the executives and those in charge inside, though drunk, still recognized him with surprise. Upon seeing Shi Su suddenly nestled into his hold, they instantly realized they had unintentionally offended a powerful figure, silencing themselves lest they alert him, creating a pin-drop quietness in the once-boisterous room.

Cherry Yang didn’t recognize Jing Jihan, but sensing something amiss, still displeased, raised her voice: "The drinks aren’t finished yet; what’s going on..."

Her words had barely left her mouth when she suddenly heard someone beside her mutter in a trembling whisper: "Mr. Jing..."

She paused abruptly.

Mr. Jing?

The little gossip circulating isn’t just a rumor?

Cherry Yang turned her gaze sharply, and though that man’s eyes didn’t even fall upon her, merely his indifferent side profile was enough to send a shiver down her spine.

"Damn, are you blind or what? It was just a cup-clinking drink; how dare you drag me..." Mr. Li stood drunkenly wobbling, attempting to scold, but suddenly locked eyes with the man’s clear and cold gaze, pausing, rubbing his eyes to confirm, and freezing in place.

Shi Su’s nose was filled with a reassuring scent; she leaned into the tipsiness, unable to discern others’ presence, lifted her arms to hug around Jing Jihan’s neck, weakly hanging on him, muttering childishly, "If you hadn’t come, I would’ve been done for here..."

Jing Jihan didn’t push away her drunken intimacy, securely holding her in his arms, his gaze seeming calm while his voice coldly lashed out like a sword unsheathed: "Cup-clinking drink?"