The first meeting was at a small bar. A friend nudged his arm, smiling somewhat suggestively: A woman like Daisy Ginger should be kept in a vase, constantly admired, and toyed with at any moment.
At that time, she seemed to be drunk and was persuaded by her friend to take to the dance floor and perform a dance.
He propped up his face, watching the glamorous woman with casual indifference under the dazzling lights.
Daisy Ginger.
The name is spicy enough.
The figure.
Also spicy enough.
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Banyan City’s young Master Wen, afflicted with a severe illness, was deemed by doctors at birth to not live past the age of thirty. He lived capriciously up to the age of twenty-five, never imagining he’d encounter such a dilemma in his lifetime—if he were to die, what would happen to the little demon at home who creates chaos and mischief without his protection, and ends up bringing harm upon herself when he’s no longer there to shield her?

At a young age, little Erin displayed the inherited bad habits from Edward Stephens—capricious, opinionated, obstinate, and a darn grudge-holder!


She'd rather go out and play with a stranger named Edward Stephens than go home with her. This little rascal is so petty.


Seeing her face turn livid, James Shelton blinked and waved a hand in front of Daisy Ginger: "How about I drive now to bring Erin back?"


Daisy Ginger felt somewhat powerless and stood there without saying a word.


Little Erin isn't usually a sociable child. This was the first time since his birth that he willingly went out with someone he'd only known for a few days.


Thinking of those bad habits inherited from Edward Stephens, Daisy Ginger felt a faint stomachache—


Clearly, he wasn't raised by him from a young age, and he didn't really know him, but inexplicably, little Erin seemed closer to Edward Stephens than to James Shelton.


Chapter 452 - Is this bloodline?