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.
*
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?

The man lowered his head, gazed at her small face, then kissed her brow before turning to leave.


Daisy Ginger stood at the doorway, watching his retreating figure, and exhaled softly.


Robert Stephens's arrival was like a massive dark cloud, once again dragging the deliberately forgotten past to the forefront of her thoughts.


Those matters weren't just reassured away by Edward Stephens saying things were fine.


At this moment, Robert Stephens had already been settled in the best dormitory building.


George Stephens was running around the room hugging a small rubber ball, sometimes leaning on the window to look outside, sometimes dribbling the ball.


Robert Stephens lay on the soft leather sofa, reading a German book. Unable to bear the noise, he put down the book and raised his head impatiently, warning, "If you keep this up, I'll lock you in the room."


Chapter 486 - Having the demeanor of the head of the household.