Chapter 413: Chapter 413 - 407: The Sudden Press of His Lips

The eerie silence inside the car went unnoticed by Ami. She quietly asked Shi Su, "Shi Su, how many times have you been in love?"

Shi Su turned her gaze to the car window. "Once."

This kind of question is different from facing a reporter’s situation. Shi Su didn’t immediately figure out how to gloss over the fact that she is married, and she instinctively answered once.

And indeed, there was only once.

Ami was surprised and exclaimed, "Just once? You got married and had kids after just once? Was it deep love? I’m really curious about who your mysterious husband is. Do you have a photo on your phone? Can I sneak a peek, just one look..."

Sitting in the front passenger seat, Jing Jihan finally spoke up, "Keep talking, and you’ll get thrown out of my car."

Upon hearing Jing Jihan’s order, Ami quickly sat properly, giggled a couple of times, and didn’t dare say more.

After all, since she was a kid, she never had the chance to get close enough to actually talk to Jing Jihan. Usually, she was ignored, never got the chance to meet him, and their relationship was quite unfamiliar. Today, having the rare opportunity to ride in his car, Ami didn’t expect her bold request would actually succeed.

Ami turned to Shi Su and made a zipper gesture on her mouth, then pointed with excitement at Shi Su’s phone, clearly wanting Shi Su to sneakily pass it over, hoping to see if there were any photos inside.

Shi Su paused for a moment.

She wasn’t really married.

There were no photos of any mysterious husband.

There were quite a few photos of Shi Mianmian.

She didn’t pass it over, just smiled, then turned her gaze outside the window, thinking she would get off after passing the street ahead, where it’s convenient to hail a taxi.

However, before she could say she wanted to get off, just as they were reaching that street, Ami suddenly fixated on a shopping center they were about to pass. In a rush, she shouted, "Wait, assistant! Please stop ahead! I’ve been looking for that brand store for a long time. I always thought there wasn’t one in Jiang City, hurry, stop, I’ll go buy something and be right back..."

Ami said anxiously, patting the car door and staring at a large storefront of a brand store on the first floor of the shopping center.

Seeing her urgency, Zhou He quickly pulled over to the roadside.

Shi Su was just about to say, "Then I’ll get off here too..."

"Shi Su, come with me! The clothes from this store are especially pretty. I know their designer. I’ll call them later to recommend some outfits for you. I notice your look during events is usually quite conventional. How about trying this style? Come, come, let’s go!" Ami opened the door, got past the person sitting in the middle seat, Chu Jiu, and wanted to drag Shi Su out with her.

Chu Jiu, stuck in the middle, looked completely speechless, unwilling to be the mediator, quickly moved aside.

"Come on, come on!" Ami pulled Shi Su’s arm.

"Alright." Seeing Chu Jiu had already gotten out, Shi Su decided to join in and stepped out.

She planned to accompany Ami to shop and then take a cab back to the Wanxing Building.

Shi Su initially wanted to say something, but Ami gave her no chance, swiftly dragging her away from the car.

Chu Jiu quickly followed, "Be gentler! If you pull our Shi Su’s arm out of its socket and delay filming, will you reimburse the crew for the lost hours?"

"I will, just I will. Besides, I don’t have that much strength. Your Shi Su isn’t made of fragile glass..."

"But she can’t withstand your careless tussling!"

"You’re the kid here!"

The three women who had been chattering in the car were now gone, leaving behind a familiar silence.

Zhou He suddenly raised his hand to his mouth, clearing his throat, and gestured to pat his pants pocket. "Mr. Jing, I’m going to get off and buy some cigarettes."

...

After Ami sprang into the store, she started a lively chat with the attendants, picked a few new seasonal items to try in the fitting room, and asked them to recommend some outfits for Shi Su.

Shi Su declined, stating she would just wait on the side.

This Korean trendy brand favored by teen girls didn’t quite suit her.

Chu Jiu had graduated two years ago, preferred simple and comfortable clothing, and showed little interest in this style, glancing around before boredly poking Shi Su’s waist, "When are we leaving? Do we really have to shop with her for a while? Although we’re a part of the same drama crew, we’ve not really known her for long. She’s a bit too familiar, isn’t she?"

Shi Su chuckled, glancing outside, "Well, we did manage to share a ride in a Bentley, thanks to her."

Chu Jiu shrugged, "Ha, who knows who actually benefited!"

Not unexpectedly, they had to wait a bit longer for the person trying on clothes. Leaving immediately wouldn’t be polite, so Shi Su checked the time and mentioned going to the restroom, telling Chu Jiu to wait there.

A few minutes later, Shi Su came out of the ladies’ room on the second floor of the shopping center, washed her hands, tidied her hair in the vanity area, didn’t have time to wear her mask when she got off the car, so she pressed down her hat and walked out with her head lowered.

Just as she exited the restroom, suddenly she saw a pair of expensive yet somehow familiar men’s leather shoes, was about to look up but suddenly felt her wrist firmly and irresistibly grasped by a forceful hand. In an instant, she stumbled into the adjacent spare dressing room.

The automatic sensor light in the room lit up instantly, the door shut behind her with a "bang," her head hit against the door panel with a thud. Though not painful, her hat instantly skewed down, her hair disheveled against the door, and beneath the crooked brim was a momentary, unmasked startled expression.

Feeling a bit dizzy, she lifted her eyes to see the man’s face, "Jing Ji..."

The man’s deep, dark eyes looked calm and serene, yet seemed to hide a long-brewing tempestuous storm. His lips suddenly pressed down, causing her to open her eyes wide in surprise. The cold and persistent aura abruptly enveloped her, sweeping through her mouth, and instantly pressed his tongue directly against her palate, his strong fingers gripping her chin, leaving her no chance to evade.

Her momentarily frozen brain went blank for two seconds before she tried to regain her senses and push away. Yet, as her hand lifted, the man pinned her hand directly against the board behind her, shocking Shi Su as she struggled desperately. The small space, almost cramped, between the men’s and women’s restroom corridor, amplified every sound—the collision of her body against the door, the rustling of clothes—booming loudly in her ears like a drum.

Jing Jihan knew his limits, Shi Su was well-aware of that.

Yet haven’t they been harmoniously pretending to be restrained and courteous all this time? What’s going on now?