A Favor Done, A Husband Won-Chapter 188: Mr. Jing? Isn’t It Mr. Ji?

Mrs. Qin heard the door open and came out of the kitchen wearing an apron. When she saw Shi Su, she smiled and went over to take her coat. But then she noticed the tall, handsome man behind her and was momentarily caught off guard.

"This, this gentleman is..."

Before Shi Su could introduce, Mianmian, having heard the noise, came running over. As soon as she saw Jing Jihan, she jumped three feet high in excitement: "It’s Uncle Ji Han! It’s Uncle Ji Han! Mrs. Qin, it’s Uncle Ji Han!"

Mrs. Qin indeed had heard Mianmian mention the mysterious Uncle Ji Han, and quickly nodded in respect to the gentleman who was clearly not an ordinary person: "So you’re the Mr. Ji that Mianmian often talks about. Hello, hello, I’m the nanny Miss Shi Su hired."

Jing Jihan wasn’t fazed by being called "Mr. Ji," and didn’t look down on Mrs. Qin for being just a nanny. He nodded at her, "Hello."

Shi Su had entered the house and changed her shoes: "Mrs. Qin, I invited Mr. Jing over for dinner. Could you set an extra place for him?"

Mrs. Qin, who had just been marveling at how extraordinary this young gentleman seemed, was suddenly at a loss when she heard Shi Su’s words.

Mr. Jing? Isn’t it Mr. Ji?

A bit confused, Mrs. Qin didn’t ask further and nodded quickly: "Alright, I’ll get ready."

Just then, Mrs. Qin suddenly noticed the bandage on Shi Su’s wrist and her expression changed: "Oh dear, what happened to your hand?"

"It’s nothing, just a minor scratch. It’ll heal in a couple of days as long as I keep it dry," Shi Su said quickly, steering Mrs. Qin towards the kitchen: "Make a couple more dishes, please."

After Mrs. Qin returned to the kitchen, Shi Su turned around, and sure enough, she saw Mianmian clinging to Jing Jihan’s leg, just as she always did — starting with a big hug.

"Uncle Ji Han, did you help my mommy catch the bad guy?" Mianmian looked up with her innocent little face and asked.

Shi Su: "?"

"How did she know what I was up to?"

With her little mouth going nonstop, Mianmian said: "On my way back with Junjun in the elevator, we ran into Uncle Ji Han! Junjun seemed to say... Mommy, you went to chase the bad guy... then Uncle Ji Han went directly to find you, Mommy..."

Shi Su looked at Han, and the man didn’t say much about it, just patted Mianmian on her little head: "Yes, I caught him. Your mommy is very brave, she didn’t need my help. She charged in by herself and almost beat the bad guy to a pulp."

"..."

Did you really have to say that?

"Wow? Did mommy have a weapon?"

Jing Jihan’s tone remained natural as if chatting casually: "Yes."

"What kind of weapon?" Mianmian asked eagerly and curiously.

Jing Jihan chuckled: "A brick."

Mianmian: "Huh???"

Shi Su: "......"

Excuse me? What’s wrong with a brick?

What, you look down on the brick your mom wields?

Shi Su shot a stern glance at Mianmian’s direction: "Mianmian, have you done your homework?"

The weekly homework for a four-and-a-half-year-old is writing the numbers 1, 2, 3 and drawing a picture. Though it’s not much, it has to be done on time.

"I’ve finished writing, but I haven’t drawn yet. Mommy, can I draw after dinner?" Mianmian tugged on Jing Jihan’s hand and looked over at Shi Su, pleading: "I want to chat with Uncle Ji Han!"

"Dinner won’t be ready for a while; go draw first." Shi Su put on her stern motherly demeanor.

Mianmian puffed her little cheeks angrily, turned her head: "Uncle Ji Han, Mommy won’t let us chat, let’s go draw together!"

Shi Su gave her a side-eye: "Your Uncle Ji Han doesn’t have time to draw with you."

Jing Jihan instead held Mianmian’s little hand: "Where to draw?"

Shi Su: "...?"

Mianmian giggled: "In the big study! Mrs. Qin helped me put the drawing paper there!"

Seeing Jing Jihan really go to the study with Mianmian, Shi Su stood there, turning her head to look at the two of them.

Could you both at least look back at me?

I’m the child’s actual mom.

Look at me.

Hello?

Look at me?

Hey?!

...

Bored, Shi Su went to the kitchen to lend Mrs. Qin a hand, but with her injury, Mrs. Qin wouldn’t let her help. Despite her insistence, she eventually faltered, and while cracking eggs, she accidentally spilled some egg liquid onto the bandage on her wrist.

Mrs. Qin was startled, quickly checking the bandage on her wrist: "This won’t do. The egg liquid seeped through; the wound might get infected. I’ll handle the kitchen; you go find the first aid kit and reapply your bandages."

Seeing that Mrs. Qin wouldn’t let her touch anything, Shi Su had no choice but to go look for the first aid kit.

She thought it was just a wrist injury, nothing major, but now it turned out she was quite clumsy...

Shi Su searched high and low for the first aid kit. With a child in the house, minor bumps and scratches were inevitable. Plus, she often helped Mianmian rescue little animals, so they always kept a first aid kit handy.

Where on earth is it?

Jing Jihan exited the study and saw Shi Su rummaging around. Her normally stiff hand was now held up uncomfortably.

He walked over and noticed the small dark yellow stain on her wrist bandage: "What happened?"

Shi Su, absorbed in her search, responded quickly while pulling out drawers and cabinets: "I was cracking eggs and accidentally spilled some onto it."

Before she finished speaking, the man suddenly pulled her arm, and Shi Su found herself sitting on the sofa.

"Sit still, don’t move." Jing Jihan’s expression grew even sterner as he took a warning glance at her just as she was about to get up.

Shi Su immediately sat still on the sofa, not daring to move.

Jing Jihan went to the kitchen to consult Mrs. Qin, then returned with the first aid kit from the master bedroom.

Shi Su didn’t recall placing the first aid kit in the master bedroom; Mrs. Qin must have moved it while tidying up.

Jing Jihan came over, set the first aid kit on the coffee table, and gestured for her to raise her hand: "Lift it up, don’t fidget."

Seeing Jing Jihan’s displeased expression, Shi Su complied obediently.

Until he removed the bandage from her wrist and saw the small patch of skin that had been treated at the hospital was now unusually red, especially the area touched by the egg liquid was overly red, the man frowned and his tone turned unpleased: "Why were you handling eggs with a hand like this?"

"I just wanted to help Mrs. Qin..."

Before she finished, Shi Su felt embarrassed and stopped.

Not only did she not help, but she also made things worse. How can she say that?

Jing Jihan held her hand in one of his and took out a disinfectant swab with the other hand to treat her wound. When Shi Su winced at the sting and tensed up, he looked at her and softened his touch.

In a not-so-gentle tone, he said: "Endure it."