Chapter 28 cannot be treated so casually.

The porcelain spoon that Li Mushi was fiddling with slammed onto the table.

Jingge blinked twice with difficulty, her eyes swollen from crying last night.

He called out again, "Daddy?"

"..." Li Mushi lowered his eyelashes, concealing the emotions that were about to burst forth, and still picked up the spoon indifferently, "We can't be so casual about it."

His voice was not as calm as his expression and movements.

It has a sense of being forced out.

Jing Ge muttered under his breath, "You said I could do whatever I wanted."

Besides, what's the difference between a younger uncle and a father? They're not related by generation.

Whether Li Mushi heard her or not, he ignored her and went to the kitchen to bring out the breakfast.

Although his face and eyes were swollen, Jingge was in a much better mood. He eagerly got up to help and started talking more.

"Uncle, where did you find me?"

"Did I say anything inappropriate? I've heard that I talk nonsense when I'm drunk."

"Uncle, do you live here by yourself? Do you keep cats, dogs, or exotic pets?"

"Uncle, I know why you're living here. If you secretly bring Aunt back, Grandpa and Grandma won't find out. Are you afraid of being pressured to get married...?"

Without thinking, Li Mushi hit her on the forehead with the soup spoon in his hand.

"Shut up."

Jingge cried out in pain and covered his forehead.

At least it stopped.

But he only paused for a dozen seconds before Jingge remembered something: "D..."

Li Mushi gave him a warning look.

Jing Ge's tone was abrupt: "...I have to go to work later."

Li Mushi turned his gaze back and said, "Yes, let Uncle Zhang take you."

Jing Ge: "Don't you go to work?"

"I'll work from home this morning," Li Mushi said calmly, "and go in the afternoon."

"Oh...how wonderful."

You can freely choose your get off work hours.

Li Mushi ignored her.

After eating half a bowl of porridge, Jingge wanted to eat again.

Li Mushi's gaze swept over.

Jing Ge paused for a moment, then slowly raised his hand: "I want to speak."

"..." Li Mushi couldn't help but pinch the bridge of his nose. "Speak."

"I didn't shower last night."

"Um."

"I've been wearing these clothes for two days."

"......"

"The bedding I slept in..." Jing Ge probed, "Uncle, you'll definitely throw it away, right?"

Li Mushi felt a dull ache in his temples.

Jingge: "That set is very expensive, Uncle, don't waste it..."

Li Mushi interrupted her, "Throwing away the bedding isn't enough, you should throw away the house too."

His expression remained unchanged as he spoke, and Jing Ge couldn't tell if he was telling the truth or not. He was starting to get angry: "Can't you be a little more economical? I'm just a little dirty, not like I have a virus!"

At this point, Jingge changed the subject: "When are you going to throw it away? Really? I'll pick it up."

Li Mushi: "..."

An unexpected confrontation ensued. After a moment of staring at each other, Li Mushi uttered three words: "I won't throw it."

He added, "I'm afraid you'll pick it up."

Jingge suddenly remembered the two handkerchiefs.

Last night's drunken scene peeked out from my memory.

Li Zhan chased after her from the bar, seemingly talking to her about handkerchiefs.

She left in a hurry on a business trip before the New Year and didn't pack all her things. A handkerchief and her Nike shoes were left in her bedroom in the Li family home.

Li Zhan probably saw it.

Then they started making baseless accusations against her.

Jingge regarded the handkerchief as a token of kindness she received during her difficult time, and kept it together with the Nike shoes that Cai Zhi had given her.

This gave Li Zhan an opportunity to make a fuss about it.

This will cause further trouble for Li Mushi.

Jing Ge buried his head in stirring the porridge, pretending to be nonchalant: "I was just joking, Uncle."

The girl suddenly fell silent, and Li Mushi frowned slightly between his brows.

It's unclear and ambiguous.

After finishing his meal quietly, Li Mushi had a makeup artist come to his home.

Jing Ge's face is noticeably swollen; he can't be seen in public without makeup.

Li Mushi went to his study to answer the phone, and the makeup artist smiled and said, "Mr. Li is so thoughtful."

“Hmm,” Jing Ge mumbled, “I originally wanted to go to the makeup store and get a free makeup session first.”

Makeup artist: "These are all freshly opened; you can take them all with you later."

Makeup can only cover up the palm prints, but not the swelling. However, probably no one will be staring at her and trying to figure out why one side of her face is bigger than the other.

After getting ready, Li Mushi was still on the phone.

Jingge waited for two minutes, then, realizing she was running late for work, sent him a text message thanking him for taking her in and helping her.

The study door opened the next second.

While on the phone, Li Mushi signed several documents with a fountain pen. The nib of the pen was probably old and had a crack, so the ink stained Li Mushi's hand.

Jingge quickly pulled out two tissues and, as if on a whim, handed them over along with another handkerchief from his bag.

Li Mushi lowered his eyes and paused for half a second before taking the tissue and handkerchief together, absorbing the damp ink, and then rolling them up and throwing them into the trash can.

"I'll press the elevator button for you."

No one other than the owner is allowed to enter or leave at will.

Jing Ge nodded his thanks.

After bending down to change her shoes, Jingge put the slippers into her bag and said, "I'll go downstairs to throw them away."

“…” Li Mushi narrowed his eyes, seemingly amused by his anger, “You came all this way, how could I possibly have time?”

He gave her the only pair of slippers he had; he himself was barefoot.

Jing Ge said awkwardly, "Then I've already worn it..."

Li Mushi retorted, using her own words to shut her down: "Are you a virus?"

Jingge thought to himself, "How can this be her fault?"

Wasn't it his own behavior that made her seem like a virus?

“If you want them back, you can have them,” Jingge wanted to argue but didn’t dare. She wanted to hold back but also had a rebellious streak. As she put the slippers back for him, she muttered, “They’re not comfortable to wear at all. They’re like big webbed feet. They make a slapping sound when you walk.”

That's because his shoes are too big, and they don't fit her!

The girl's face, after being made up, didn't show any signs of being slapped; instead, it made her features more defined.

The skeletal structure, seemingly yet to fully develop, tries to appear mature and respectable, yet remains youthful and naive.

Li Mushi's helplessness was barely perceptible.

He still has the temper of a child.

"Don't forget your promise."

"..." Jing Ge was confused when he suddenly heard this. "What?"

Li Mushi: "A million-dollar novel".

Jing Ge: "".

Next time, Mr. Jing, don't slap her face, slap her mouth instead.

Tell her to stop making reckless promises!

When Jingge came downstairs, she was carrying a red pomelo in her arms.

It was given to her by Li Mushi.

The tips I gave her for her million-dollar novel.

Uncle Zhang chuckled as he watched: "When my daughter was in high school and college, she would come home every weekend like this, always carrying some fruit and a carton of milk. Her mother would insist on giving them to her, saying that the school would have to spend money, and she didn't want what she brought from home."

At this point, Uncle Zhang earnestly advised, "Pomelo helps with hangovers, so eat a few pieces."

"Uncle Zhang," Jing Ge said hesitantly, "I...didn't go on a drunken rampage yesterday, did I?"

Uncle Zhang paused, his expression turning serious: "No, I just drank a whole bottle of water."

"oh..."

That's good, that's good.

Uncle Zhang followed closely behind: "Then it sprayed out again."

Jing Ge trembled: "...Where did you spray it?"

"On Third Master's body," Uncle Zhang suppressed a laugh, "you're still holding him and not letting him move, saying he's all dried up, you absolutely have to save him today."

Jing Ge: "......"

She said!

She dreamt that she was fighting drought last night!