Chapter 19: Why Are Mommy’s Ears Red?

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

“Erm, Jihan…”

Grateful that the man had been with her daughter last night, Shi Su placed a golden fried egg into his bowl. “I think your external injuries have healed a lot, so it’s fine to eat more eggs now.”

She lowered her head and continued eating like her daughter.

Since the man was temporarily staying at her house, she found it awkward to thank him. After all, who knew when he would honor his promise of repaying her by a hundredfold, much less if he would even honor the promise? In the end, it was unclear who would owe whom.

Looking at the two who were lowering their heads and eating quietly, like mirror images of each other, Jing Jihan nodded. “Thank you.”

Shi Su buried her head lower, still wondering if she should thank him again. However, despite simply sitting upright with them and having breakfast together, she still felt an inexplicable sense of oppression from him.

No way… She had not felt like this previously…

She had been quite calm when bringing the man covered in blood back.

Probably because, although she had a child, the night she got pregnant with the child had been an accident and she did not even have much of a deep impression…

In fact, she had never been in the same room with a man this often before.

Eating breakfast in such a harmonious way in the morning was really strange and uncomfortable to her.

Shi Mianmian suddenly asked, “Mommy, why are your ears red?”

“?!”

Shi Su suddenly turned her eyes to look at her daughter, who was chewing on a strand of noodles and blinking at her in puzzlement.

Jing Jihan looked at her as well.

She quickly reached to untie her casually tied hair, pulling it down until it covered her ears. “Probably because I got drenched in the rain; I’m actually feeling a little feverish.”

She then gave a warning glare at her daughter. “Eat quickly.”

“Okay, mommy; I wanna eat a sunny-side-up, too.” Her daughter looked blankly at her and then at the fried egg with bright eyes.

She picked up a sunny-side-up and placed it in her bowl. “Eat, eat. You’re almost as fat as a pig.”

Shi Mianmian pouted. “I’m not as fat as a pig!”

The girl then raised her head to look at the man before pouting her pinkish lips. “Uncle, am I fat?”

Jing Jihan, who had unintentionally been implicated in their bickering, slowly replied, “…No, you’re not.”

Shi Mianmian quickly turned to her mother with a triumphant expression now that someone was supporting her. “See, uncle said that I’m not fat! Mommy, you’re talking nonsense! You’re the pig!”

“Stop talking!” Shi Su helped her tear the sunny-side-up into several small pieces. “Eat quickly.”

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After making her daughter board the kindergarten bus, it was really as Shi Su predicted. Her nose felt blocked, and she also had a coming headache. When she measured her temperature, she indeed had a fever.

Although it was not serious, she had stayed in the studio all night amid the typhoon and had braved the rain early this morning. No matter how good her physique was, she could not resist falling ill.

There was no cold medicine at home, so she brought it from the pharmacy she usually visited. She went home and boiled water. Swallowing the medicine with hot water and covering herself with a blanket as she sat on the sofa, Shi Su proceeded to read the script.

Having heard several sneezes in succession, Jing Jihan came out to see the woman wrapped on the sofa with balls of paper stuffed to her nose. She was sneezing ceaselessly, showing a raging cold.

Upon seeing the script in her hand, he asked in a deep voice, “Have you taken medicine yet?”