Chapter 467: Chapter 467 - 461: Just Try Not Coming Home

The family banquet had concluded deep into the night, and after seeing off the guests, only a dozen or so of the Jing Family’s close relatives remained, staying overnight at the old house of the Jing Family.

Shi Su returned to the bedroom to remove her makeup and take a bath. While not yet overly tired, she took a script from her bag and lay on the bed to study it earnestly.

However, she hadn’t even finished one page before a man, also freshly showered, closed the script and calmly said, "It’s late, read it tomorrow."

"I have a scene tomorrow morning, ’Shadow Kill’ will wrap up in a few days, and I haven’t memorized some of the lines at the end."

"You’ve been busy all day. Even if you force yourself to memorize them now, it won’t stick. Your brain needs enough rest to truly be effective the next day."

"...Jing Jihan, are you really planning to turn me into a useless person who does nothing, just supporting me like this?"

"I can afford to support you."

"I don’t want you to support me." Shi Su snatched the script back, but did not open it again to rote memorize. She placed the script on the nightstand, lazily hugging another pillow on the bed, pressing her face into the pillow and looked at him with a smile: "I didn’t realize such a steady person like you would show affection in front of parents, and even not give Jing Sixue any face in front of them."

"Does affection need to be shown off? Isn’t protecting you a given?"

The man didn’t waste more words with her. Shi Su suddenly saw the gentleness in his eyes as he leaned close, and just as she was secretly delighted by the scent of his similar bath gel, the pillow she was holding was suddenly pulled away.

— The pillow, at some unknown time, was placed under her waist. The surrounding quilt was in disarray, and the shadows of the two people melded into one in the night.

The bathroom floor was covered in shimmering water, the mirror fogged over, obscured. Only the senses were infinitely magnified.

The fragmented gasps were alternately low and high, body and soul drawing closer continuously, the soul seemingly engaging intimately again and again. In the barely controllable sensations, she bit her lips, her mind a blank, feeling a heavy, rich hue like dawn’s glow between her brows.

Eventually, she was pleading for mercy, her voice somewhat hoarse, until finally, exhausted, she buried her head under the pillow, refusing to move an inch, cocooned in the bedding.

Before sleeping, a barely conscious thought crossed Shi Su’s mind; they hadn’t been using contraception recently, could she be...

But this thought swiftly passed, overwhelmed by the sticky sensation all over and a wave of drowsiness, she was groggily carried by the man into the bathroom for a bath.

The next morning, Shi Su even had Jing Jihan help her with brushing her teeth and squeezing toothpaste, standing limply in front of the mirror, brushing her teeth and mumbling: "Jing Jihan, you’re really becoming less and less restrained. If this continues, I won’t go back to Nanshan Villa with you, I’ll stay at the Wanxing Building on my own."

With toothpaste and a toothbrush in her mouth, she wasn’t speaking clearly. The man came over with a towel, helping dry her hair, glancing at her with a meaningful and refined expression: "What did you say?"

Shi Su: "..."

Gargling, spit!

After rinsing her mouth, she grabbed another towel to wipe the water from her mouth, thinking he really hadn’t heard her. Turning to speak, she was suddenly pulled into a forceful kiss, pressed against the wall by the man, who with her breath in his mouth, murmured deeply: "Try not coming home, see what happens?"

Shi Su: "......"

So he obviously did hear, why pretend otherwise?

She bit him hard, only to be met with his low laughter and deeper, heavier kisses.

With several Jing family relatives still at the house, the two didn’t linger in the bedroom for long and went to the main hall for breakfast on time.

Shi Su arrived early today and had already shared a cup of tea with Mrs. Jing before Jing Hanhai and the other relatives entered the hall.

"Dad, Mom, good morning." Shi Su proactively took the warm stomach tea from Hui’s hands, pouring two cups and placing them in front of them: "It’s chilly in the morning, have some tea to warm your stomach before we eat."

Mrs. Jing noticed the bracelet still on Shi Su’s wrist but said nothing, while Jing Hanhai merely nodded, taking the teacup but setting it aside without drinking.

Jing Sixue sat beside them, silent, yet her face, despite makeup, couldn’t hide traces of crying from the night before, a bit swollen, her head bowed slightly to avoid drawing attention.

The Jing family wasn’t laden with unspoken rules. Shi Su was simply diligent not to make any faux pas and didn’t need to do much more. Shortly after, she was guided back to her seat by Jing Jihan.

"Oh, my little darling, you’re up so early too?" Mrs. Jing suddenly turned, smiling towards the main hall entrance to see Mianmian being led in by a servant. The little girl seemed spirited, not at all grumpy about getting up early, happily running directly into Mrs. Jing’s embrace.

"Good morning, great-grandma~" Mianmian nestled in front of Mrs. Jing, then turned to greet a grinning Mr. Jing: "Good morning, great-grandpa~"

Feeling conflicted about not hurting his daughter’s feelings with Jing Sixue sitting nearby, Jing Hanhai and Mrs. Jing, who had been stern with Shi Su, now turned to look at the child, their eyes filled with the unmistakable warmth of a grandparent’s love.

Mrs. Jing, smiling, said to Mianmian: "Little Mianmian, would you like to sit with grandma?"

Mrs. Jing specifically cleared the spot beside her, gesturing for the servants to move Mianmian’s chair over.

Mianmian didn’t refuse, and after enjoying a bit more closeness with Mrs. Jing, moved to sit next to Mrs. Jing. Before Mrs. Jing could offer her some food, Mianmian took the initiative to pick up a piece of sweet preserved pastry for her: "Grandma, eat~"

Guests present couldn’t help but praise: "No wonder Mr. Jing has been so cheerful lately, almost as if he’s ten years younger; little Mianmian is truly well-behaved and sensible. With such a great-granddaughter nearby, how could he not be happy?"

Mr. Jing, hearing this, immediately beamed, initially about to say something but catching Mrs. Jing’s warning gaze, he instead closed his mouth, coughed lightly, sipped his tea, and remained composed.

Unable to resist their fondness any longer, Mrs. Jing hugged little Mianmian’s shoulders, smiling and coaxing her to eat together, while Jing Hanhai occasionally teased Mianmian with a word or two, his previously grim face now completely devoid of displeasure.

A granddaughter who was considerate and adorable—even if not entirely familiar, there was still an innate familial bond. This lovable little girl drew others’ envy, leaving them with no choice but to adore her.

Meanwhile, Jing Sixue, gradually sidelined, saw her parents distracted by their granddaughter, leaving her unattended.