Chapter 446: Chapter 446 - 440: Did You Forget Something Else?

Mrs. Jing sipped her water with an air of elegance, too lazy to bother with him. She purposely avoided looking at him to keep her peace of mind and instead, smiled warmly as she turned her gaze to the serious little artist, Mianmian, her eyes full of affection.

Mr. Jing initially thought that Mianmian would take a while longer to finish her painting, but to his surprise, in just a few minutes, Mianmian announced, "I’m done with my painting, Great Grandpa!"

"Look, take a look quickly, this is my great-granddaughter, not only is she good at painting, she paints fast, not dragging things out one bit!" Mr. Jing boasted happily to Mr. Li.

Mr. Li had just walked over to Mianmian’s side to catch her, afraid she might fall, and was preparing to lift her off the chair. As he inadvertently glanced at the young artist’s masterpiece and heard Mr. Jing’s words, he almost couldn’t keep a straight face.

Mr. Jing eagerly reached out to see the painting, and Mianmian quickly handed it over: "Great Grandpa, look! Do you like my painting?"

With great anticipation, Mr. Jing received the painting, expecting to see himself depicted as a handsome, elegant figure. However, upon clearly seeing the painting, his eyes widened. He looked up and down at it for a long moment, then looked back at the proud Mianmian standing there waiting for praise: "This is... who?"

"Great Grandpa, it’s you!"

Mr. Jing: "..."

Mrs. Jing came over at this time, glanced at the painting, and immediately burst into laughter.

"Not bad, this little rascal’s drawing is quite accurate."

Mr. Li struggled to hold back laughter.

Mr. Jing: "......"

After looking for a while, Mr. Jing lowered his head again to look at Mianmian: "... Mianmian, do you have any other hobbies besides painting?"

"Yes, Mommy taught me to play Gobang~"

"Playing chess is good, playing chess is good, Great Grandpa will teach you to play Go in the future! Do you know anything else?"

"I can sing, there’s a voice teacher at Mommy’s studio, and I’m also learning the piano with a teacher. I’ve already passed grade nine! I even won first prize in a pencil writing competition at kindergarten!"

"Good, good, good, that girl Shi Su is busy yet a caring and good mother. This truly counts as mastering music, chess, calligraphy, and painting..." Mr. Jing paused for a moment: "Mianmian, maybe we should set aside painting for now..."

Mianmian tilted her head and asked, "Why?"

"Well..." Mr. Jing looked troubled, glancing at Mrs. Jing, who was laughing almost to the point of collapsing, and looked to Mr. Li, whose expressions were a mix of suppressing mirth.

Clearly, he was asking if there was hope for his little Mianmian’s aptitude in painting.

Mr. Li glanced at the neat "Shi Mianmian" signature in the bottom right corner of the paper. For a six-year-old, the handwriting was truly beautiful, clearly a result of excellent cultivation.

As for painting, being overly whimsical might be because Shi Su never limited the child’s imagination and didn’t apply strict constraints in that area.

Indeed, it was definitely a bit too fanciful.

Mr. Jing, having been shaken by the drawing Mianmian made of him, needed comforting and quickly asked Mr. Li to fetch a chessboard, insisting on playing some rounds with Mianmian.

Unexpectedly, although Mianmian was young, she played Gobang with great ease, and Mr. Jing, accustomed to Go, wasn’t adept with Gobang at all. After a few rounds, Mianmian had won most of them. Mr. Jing didn’t consciously let her win — every time, Mianmian successfully diverted his attention and connected five pieces in a row, then cheerfully announced, "Great Grandpa, you lost again!"

Seeing Mr. Jing’s enthusiasm dwindle after being repeatedly defeated by a six-year-old, Mrs. Jing was amused to no end.

Having lost another round, Mr. Jing slapped his thigh, vowed to win the next one, and shook his head while picking up the chess pieces. He thought he was indeed influenced by that picture earlier, underestimating the clever child. This little one seemed innocent and adorable, her drawing skills at a kindergarten level, but her mind was remarkably sharp, clearly pretending to paint just to tease him.

Oh, this little rascal!

After losing several more rounds, Mr. Jing began regretting his moves, frequently wanting to take back his previous ones: "No, no, this shouldn’t be placed here, let me redo it..."

Mianmian, sitting calmly at the table with her chin in her hand, watched the regretful Mr. Jing: "Great Grandpa, you’re cheating!"

"Who’s cheating? I’m not cheating! I’m old, my eyes are dim, and I didn’t see clearly earlier!"

"Mommy says no regrets in chess, Great Grandpa is cheating~"

"I am not!"

"Great Grandma, look! Great Grandpa is regretting his moves again!"

"Don’t call her, I can’t, I can’t, let’s start over this round... I placed that wrong... Oh, forget it, Mianmian, how about you paint instead..."

Shi Su was looking at Weibo in the bathtub. Jing Jihan’s post had exploded in no time. She had only taken a bath for a brief while, and the situation had entirely flipped.

Truly, Jing Jihan’s every word carried weight, and none of his statements were trivial; every sentence was powerful.

Originally clueless bystanders began to piece together the connection between "the little squirrel from the Jing family" and Jing Jihan through Shi Su’s small story post. It seemed to many that perhaps this was just a sister adopted by the Jing Family or a relative; the unclear statements were deceptive at first glance but provided no real evidence of her relationship with Jing Jihan, making them appear as "figments of imagination" as he had stated.

Jing Sixue couldn’t escape criticism. Shi Su initially thought Jing Sixue was someone who could stay calm under pressure, but unexpectedly, in less than ten minutes, every post from "the little squirrel from the Jing family" had been wiped clean, not leaving a single one.

Hopefully, it was due to the embarrassment of being publicly rebuked by Jing Jihan, choosing silence and restraint to cease the mess.

Shi Su casually followed Jing Jihan on Weibo, then placed her phone next to the bathtub, closed her eyes, and leaned back comfortably in the tub, basking in this long-lost cozy and serene moment.

Gradually, she unknowingly drifted to sleep. As her head touched the water’s surface, a sudden sense of disorientation hit her. Shi Su found herself being lifted into the air and wrapped in a bath towel around her wet body.

She opened her eyes, bewildered, seeing that Jing Jihan’s shirt was soaked because of her. Only then did she realize she had accidentally fallen asleep, almost letting the water get cold, which explained why she felt a bit chilly earlier.

"Sleeping in the bathtub, didn’t you think to set the water to a constant temperature?" Jing Jihan carried her out of the bathroom and laid her on the bed.

When Shi Su’s body hit the sheets, she instinctively shivered, wrapping the bath towel around her: "I didn’t expect to fall asleep. Before, I was so engrossed in reading Weibo that I forgot to adjust the water temperature."

Seeing her wrapped in a towel with her hair still wet and slipping directly into the sheets from the cold, Jing Jihan nonchalantly unbuttoned his shirt collar: "Oh? Is there anything else you might have forgotten?"