A Favor Done, A Husband Won-Chapter 453 - 447: Hu...sband...

Fortunately, they shopped quickly, and by the time they left the convenience store, the crowd was still hesitant about whether they were "that someone and that someone."

By the time the crowd finally reacted and excitedly chased after them, the remarkably eye-catching pair had already disappeared.

Back at Nanshan Villa, Shi Su initially thought that she hadn’t cooked for a long time and wanted to showcase her skills again, but Jing Jihan didn’t let her touch even a vegetable leaf, directly sending her back to the hall with an iPad for her to play with if she was bored.

Mr. Jing insisted on ruling the kitchen, so Shi Su couldn’t compete with him and had no choice but to curl up on the sofa, hugging the iPad and watching a movie.

The movie was an art film. The plot was quite good, but it was indeed a sleep-inducing tool.

The overly quiet and cozy environment, along with the leisurely and relaxed atmosphere, made Shi Su’s eyelids droop a few times. Suddenly, a thin blanket was draped over her. She looked up from the sofa, "Is dinner ready?"

"It’ll take a bit longer. If you’re tired, go ahead and sleep. I’ll call you when it’s ready." The man moved the iPad on her lap to the coffee table.

Shi Su turned over on the sofa, rested one hand under her face, pulled the blanket with the other hand, and looked up at him, "Jing Jihan, if you spoil me like this, I’m going to become spoiled rotten."

The man bent down, his deep, dark eyes gazing intently at her lazy little expression, "Not enough yet."

"Not enough? Do you want me to fly to the sky?" Shi Su smiled, pulling the blanket up to cover half her face, hiding her constantly smiling lips. However, her eyes, filled with laughter, couldn’t be hidden. She put down the blanket with a grin and said, "If this goes on, I’ll turn into a useless person who can’t lift a finger. There isn’t even an auntie around here, yet you’re not letting me near anything, not even a leaf. If I become so spoiled that I don’t want to do anything and am just sitting around waiting to be fed, you’re not allowed to blame me. It’d be all your fault for spoiling me."

"With me here, why would you need to carry anything?" The man slightly moved his eyebrows.

Just then, the sound of the rice cooker signaling that the rice was done came from the kitchen. He stood up and walked back, his silhouette as composed and elegant as ever. It was as if he was going to a billion-dollar international meeting room rather than a kitchen. But if you looked closely, he was wearing casual athletic clothes, not as strictly formal and aloof as he usually was at the company.

This type of man actually was her husband.

Shi Su suddenly thought of the word "husband" and realized that she hadn’t called him that before.

She glanced at Jing Jihan’s back as he walked into the kitchen, then turned over and buried her face in the soft sofa back, almost suffocating herself, while she thought about when she should start calling him husband.

In her heart, she had already called him that.

Somehow the little excitement in her heart made her suddenly not sleepy anymore. She sat up, picked up the iPad to continue watching, and absent-mindedly picked up her phone. While Jing Jihan was still in the kitchen, she quickly opened his WeChat ID, which was originally saved as JH, and changed it to "Husband," then saved it.

After making the change, she stared at the two characters for a while. The more she looked, the hotter her head felt. Smelling the aroma of food wafting through the air, she hastily changed the note again, this time to "Royal Feeder."

Just after entering the last character, she heard noise from Jing Jihan who seemed to have finally finished preparing dinner, so she forgot to save the change, quickly got up to help with the dishes, and threw her phone onto the sofa.

In just this short moment... Oh no, it’s been almost an hour since they returned from the convenience store, and Jing Jihan had cooked all the ingredients she bought there.

Various delicious and savory dishes were placed on the dining table. When he went back to the kitchen to get the bowls and utensils, he opened the cupboard to take out two serving plates, and almost dropped them due to his slippery hands. Quickly regaining balance, she saw Jihan holding a bottle of red wine.

Her eyes fell upon the wine bottle and she suddenly saw the year 1982.

She vaguely remembered being teased by a staff member in a hot pot restaurant, saying that this vintage of Lafite was no longer available on the market. Even if it was, it was collected by wealthy people; there couldn’t possibly be so many 1982 Lafites.

But wasn’t this bottle right in front of her?

She couldn’t help but stare at the Lafite bottle for a few seconds, then raised her eyes with surprise to Jihan, "If it’s for collection purposes... I think it should go back to the wine cupboard. I can enjoy a $200 bottle of wine perfectly well..."

Jihan had already picked up a decanter with his other hand and glanced at the plates Shi Su was holding: "Hold them steady, don’t drop them."

Shi Su carefully looked at the plates in her arms and realized they were delicately ornate with elegant patterns and a high-quality glaze. At a glance, they seemed like ordinary white porcelain plates, but upon closer inspection, the patterns weren’t something you’d casually find on the market.

"Are they expensive?" she asked.

"Just alright, they’re from the Qianlong period; they usually serve as collectibles, never been used for food in the last hundred years." The man nonchalantly said, while he was already opening the wine.

Shi Su: "......"

She quickly put the plates back in the cupboard as if they were ancestors, rummaged for other plates, finding that they all seemed luxurious and expensive. She ended up choosing two that looked ordinary, mostly expensive but surely not collectibles. She carefully took them out to place on the dining table.

She finally understood why Nanshan Villa was so renowned, though many never got the chance to enter.

Every brick and tile here probably wasn’t simple. Not to mention that even a random plate was worth millions, she turned her eyes again toward the blue and white porcelain vase and various arrangements at the stairway, swallowing hard.

She hadn’t really considered the value of these things earlier...

She couldn’t imagine how Jing Jihan felt when he lay on her little house’s shabby bed, unable to get up for several days, staring at the old four-pane windows while healing slowly.

Back then, she wondered why Jing Jihan, the ruler of Yu Jing Group, managed to keep his life so steady and low-key. No fancy international meals airlifted over, no Platinum Imperial Palace Royal Hotel scenarios only depicted in novels, no flying across countries for business ventures. These exaggerated things never happened around him.

It turns out some people are born into such environments where they’re so accustomed to it that they show no interest in those extra displays for attention.