A Favor Done, A Husband Won-Chapter 340 - 335: Everything Is Up to Me

"Hmm, no appetite." Shi Su said softly with her eyes closed.

Jing Jihan stood up: "I’ll make you something to eat, don’t sleep yet."

"Not eating... can’t eat."

"No."

Shi Su frowned a little, seemingly really sleepy. Seeing the man get up and ready to leave, she couldn’t help but ask: "What are you going to make me to eat?"

"I’ll make whatever you want, first get up and wash your face to refresh yourself."

The man’s voice had already left the bedroom and reached the living room.

Shi Su closed her eyes again: "Hong Kong is really far from Jiang City, the flight takes at least four to five hours. Did you specifically come back just for me to have a good dinner?"

Jing Jihan didn’t answer, probably in the kitchen already.

Shi Su continued to lay lazily on the bed, not moving.

Mianmian, excited to be starting her winter vacation early tomorrow, stayed up late and is now asleep in the next room hugging her white teddy bear.

Not long after, the faint aroma of food wafted from the kitchen, prompting Shi Su to get out of bed, her hair slightly disheveled from sleep, and peek into the kitchen.

The man had already taken off his jacket, his shirt sleeves casually rolled up to his elbows; the same man who was overlooking Victoria Harbour from Hong Kong that afternoon was now standing in the kitchen of Kaixing Mansion, preparing dinner for her.

Shi Su walked closer, Jing Jihan turned to see her: "Is Mianmian asleep?"

"Hmm, she went to bed late today and is sleeping soundly now, she ate dinner earlier." Shi Su said as she approached, suddenly stretching her arms around his waist, leaning against his back, with her face pressed against his warm, upright back, eyes closed and silent.

When the man spoke, there was a faint vibration from his back that touched her cheek, as if resonating in her heart.

"Do you have your ID and household registration papers with you?" he asked.

Shi Su, eyes closed against his back: "Hmm, why?"

"Is Mianmian’s birth certificate there too?"

Shi Su didn’t answer, just leaned against his back, opened her eyes, and looked at a corner in the kitchen.

"The civil affairs bureau is closed on weekends, tomorrow is Friday, let’s go get our marriage certificate." The man spoke as naturally as if he was asking if she preferred tomato beef soup tonight.

Shi Su remained silent, her hand tightening around his waist.

"Starting tomorrow, Mianmian won’t be a child without a father, and you won’t be an unmarried mother; you have me."

Shi Su continued to stare at a corner in the kitchen, her hand around his waist, unmoving.

"Time is tight, I’ll soon make up for the proposal, and the wedding too." The man placed the dinner on plates, extended his arm to grab the plates feeling Shi Su’s current silence, and glanced with the corner of his eye at the small woman behind him: "Help me get a plate."

"Oh." Shi Su finally let go of him, retrieved an exquisite plate from the cupboard, and handed it to him.

As the man took it, his gaze lingered on her for a brief moment, seeing her look simply sleepy and lacking energy, then he resumed plating the dinner, casually instructing her to gather cutlery for the meal.

Shi Su walked to the dining table with the cutlery, carefully arranging the bowls and chopsticks, her ears replaying every word and sentence the man had spoken just now.

While eating, Jing Jihan asked her: "Do you usually carry your ID with you?"

Shi Su kept her head down, eating, vaguely responding: "Hm."

Suddenly, she paused: "Though tomorrow morning I need to rush to the set, there’s a scene requiring the dawn atmosphere to film."

"You go ahead and film; the half-hour break is enough to go to the civil affairs bureau, I’ll come get you."

"No need, with so many people on set, if you show up it’ll probably cause a commotion..."

If Jing Jihan himself suddenly appeared on set, could the filming even continue? Would the actors still find their emotional bearings? Probably the day’s shooting would be wasted.

"After getting the certificate, you still want to hide our relationship? People will know sooner or later."

"That’s not the same..." Shi Su kept her head even lower while eating.

She had never spoken so timidly like a quail before, Jing Jihan looked at her but didn’t continue to ask, picked up her phone, turned it on, and saw indeed countless missed calls from stored and unsaved numbers, including both text messages and WeChat messages in a practically bombarded state, hundreds of unread messages, a glance could tell most were questions about today’s photos leaked online.

No wonder she turned off her phone.

Jing Jihan put the phone down, his voice calm, composed like himself: "I’m here for everything."

Shi Su didn’t respond, the sound of her sipping soup her only reply.

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The next morning, Shi Su was up before five; winter’s early morning skies were still dark outside.

She hurried out the door.

Jing Jihan mentioned the civil affairs bureau opens at eight, suggested she calls him from the set to pick her up or wait for her return to go together. He had rushed back from Hong Kong last night, today he had no work in Jiang City, could wait for her to find time to complete this important task.

But from the morning onward, Shi Su’s phone was continuously unattended again.

Jing Jihan waited near the civil affairs bureau for hours, Shi Su didn’t show up, calls went unanswered.

Calling Cen Jun, now a partner in Shi Su Studio, asking where Shi Su was filming today, Cen Jun was surprised and said: "Shi Su only had two scenes early morning, before nine she had returned, didn’t she go home? That’s odd, she also didn’t come to the studio."

In an instant, Jing Jihan recalled Shi Su’s entire docile silent attitude and evasive eyes from last night, asked seriously: "After the revelation regarding Mianmian yesterday, whom did Shi Su meet?"

Jun hesitated for a moment before saying: "The studio’s new location had been busy with renovations for two days, after yesterday’s incident I just told Shi Su to remain silent temporarily, later the workers needed me, so I went over, after that... Shi Su seemed to have gone out for about an hour and returned but didn’t say what she did, I always had someone monitor the online commentary’s fermentation, not paying much attention to other things..."

After hanging up, Jing Jihan in the car, felt a moment of settled silence.

After leaving the set in the morning, Shi Su had already turned off her phone, it was now past afternoon one; if she intended to avoid, its last GPS location before shutdown wouldn’t be her current location.

Wen Ke was on his way to handle a case across provinces these two days, Shi Su couldn’t have gone to Wen Ke.

The black Bentley had been waiting outside the civil affairs bureau on Central City Road in Jiang City for a long while, time ticked by until three in the afternoon, an hour away from the civil affair bureau’s Friday closing time.

Shi Su still hadn’t appeared.

Jing Jihan returned to Kaixing Mansion, Shi Su wasn’t there, neither were Mianmian and Mrs. Qin; the room showed no signs of recent use, no missing luggage pieces, yet felt inexplicably empty.

At four, Jing Jihan’s phone vibrated, a WeChat message sent by Jing Luozhou: [Check Weibo!!!]