A Favor Done, A Husband Won-Chapter 445 - 439: Jing Jihan, Wife-Showing Maniac
Due to Jing Jihan’s verified Weibo account suddenly appearing, a crowd of bystanders and fans stared at his Weibo for a long time, but apart from a dark profile picture, there was only one post liking Shi Su’s Weibo.
However, in just two minutes, the hashtag #JingJihanObsessiveWifeShowoff suddenly shot up to the top three trending topics, all in just a couple of minutes.
Shi Su, not knowing what was going on, clicked in and saw that Jing Jihan’s Weibo profile picture was zoomed in and brightened by fans, revealing that the picture was actually of Shi Su holding his phone and taking a photo out the window. It seemed like a very ordinary night scene, but the focus was surprisingly on Shi Su’s reflection in the window.
This photo was actually taken two years ago when Shi Su set it as Jing Jihan’s WeChat profile picture... At the time, she thought he would just use it on WeChat, never expecting he would keep it until now and even use it on Weibo—
Bystanders: [Cold, mysterious CEO online protecting his wife, it’s like giving no chance for single dogs to live!]
As expected, CP fans: [Ahhhhhhh!!!! This is killing me!!! Created a Weibo account just to stand up for his wife, way too doting!!!!!]
The screaming hadn’t subsided on one side when it started anew on the other.
Jing Jihan posted a Weibo—
[Although my beloved wife’s work field is in front of the camera, family and private life have nothing to do with the media, any unilateral fantasies and baseless negative news speculation have nothing to do with my beloved wife. Our young girl is still small and innocent, and believes in the kindness of the world. Any public opinion attack against the child is disgraceful behavior, please everyone be cautious with words and deeds. The daughter looks like the father, but more like the mother, the family lives peacefully and harmoniously, this is the only response.]
Jing Sixue, who had been sitting in front of the computer for several hours, saw Jing Jihan personally making an appearance in the online media field in just a few minutes, and more personally shielding Shi Su from all the speculation and attacks, was stunned.
However, she couldn’t take back the Weibo posts she had sent, and watched as her Weibo inbox changed from inquiries of various gossips to cold insults and doubts. She clenched her hands tightly, wishing she could instantly delete her Weibo, wishing nothing had ever happened.
Parents said that Jing Jihan had always been indifferent and low-key since he was a child, never touching these boring things, let alone Weibo, such a mixed place, he disdained it, but he actually registered for Shi Su, everything was for Shi Su.
His exception.
All his exceptions were for Shi Su.
She couldn’t believe Jing Jihan really disregarded his parents’ thoughts, mercilessly labeling her heartfelt confessions as "disgraceful acts attacking children", for a woman like Shi Su, he didn’t even leave her any face.
Meanwhile, Jing Jihan’s parents saw the photo that Mr. Jing had just suddenly posted on WeChat moments.
Mr. Jing’s WeChat friends were only a few family members and a few close friends, no messy media, at most some old acquaintances and early business partners.
The photo showed Mr. Jing holding a fair and beautiful little girl, smiling so broadly that his mouth couldn’t close. To make Mianmian happy for a group photo, he even raised two fingers towards the child, judging by his mouth shape, he should be saying "Yeah", and the little girl happily raised two fingers as well, smiling and playing along with Mr. Jing towards the camera, both old and young were exceptionally happy.
With just a glance at the angle and method of the photo, it was surely Mr. Li’s handiwork.
When Mr. Jing posted the photo on WeChat, he even added a caption: [My great-granddaughter! Mianmian! Six years old! Senior kindergartener class leader! (Proud)]
When they enlarged the photo and looked carefully at the child’s face, Jing Jihan’s parents couldn’t help but raise their eyes to meet each other’s gaze, and for a moment, the originally solemn atmosphere turned silent.
Jing Sixue came out of the room, her eyes already red, and suddenly saw her parents holding their phones. On it was the enlarged child’s photo, and when she saw her parents’ inexplicably softened expressions and the unusually silent atmosphere, Jing Sixue pursed her lips, her face gradually turning pale.
...
On the other side, seeing Mr. Jing’s newly posted WeChat moments, especially the last sentence, Mr. Li’s eyelids twitched.
The old man was indeed stimulated last month...
Last month, a decades-old friend of Mr. Jing’s family had just embraced a great-grandson. That friend, beaming with joy, sent a video with a photo of the baby not yet a month old to Mr. Jing, praising the beauty, upright features, and a full forehead of the child, claiming he was surely material for an official in the future. Mr. Jing cheerfully echoed a few praises.
Later, after hanging up the video, Mr. Jing immediately pulled a face, cursing at the phone with a dark screen: "Old geezer, still shameless in your eighties. Isn’t it just getting to see your great-grandson while you’re alive? What are you showing off for? The child is only a few days old, his face’s still crumpled, can’t see any decent shape, what’s so nice looking? I don’t see any official prospect there, probably can’t even be a class leader when he grows up and goes to school! Tsk!"
Mr. Li silently glanced at Mrs. Jing, who was sitting beside him drinking water, thinking hopefully she wouldn’t get so trendy, one day getting the idea to set up WeChat herself, adding Mr. Jing and seeing his WeChat moments. Otherwise, he’ll surely curse Mr. Jing for showing off again. They’d just come to a truce, resting without further argument. If they found another topic to quarrel over, no one would get to sleep tonight.
Mr. Jing had long put down his phone and despite his inconvenient mobility, was still holding Mianmian, swaying together on the lounge chair, patting the child’s small shoulder and asking: "Mianmian, what can you do? Shi Su is usually busy and doesn’t have much time to teach you, right?"
Mianmian looked up at him: "Grandpa, I can draw!"
Mr. Jing patted her little head, lowered his head discontentedly, and teasingly said to her, "What did I say earlier? Not grandpa, it’s great-grandpa, I’m your own great-grandfather!"
"Great-grandpa." Mianmian giggled as she wrapped her arms around his neck in his embrace: "Ji Han daddy praised my painting as really nice, does great-grandpa want to see it?"
"Really? Then can Mianmian draw one for great-grandpa now?"
"Sure, sure!"
Receiving Mr. Jing’s look, Mr. Li hastily called someone to fetch some paper and pens, and as there had been no children in the house, there weren’t even any watercolor pens. So they quickly sent someone to a nearby stationery store to buy watercolor pens.
Mianmian took the paper and pens, climbed onto the chair opposite the old man, lay on the desk, and started drawing, looking at the old man from time to time, very seriously.
Mr. Jing felt as though the child was drawing him and immediately sat upright, cleared his throat, maintaining his dignified image, while glancing at Mrs. Jing with an immense sense of pride.
