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?

In the car, the man slowly lit a cigarette, then turned his head, giving her a glance.


Charlotte sat in the shadow of the carriage, her snow-white face appearing somewhat faintly confused at the moment.


He reached out with fingers tinged with a slight scent of smoke, lightly pinching her delicate chin, examining her expression intently.


Charlotte slapped his hand away, softly saying, "It's nothing."


"Still worrying about that little brat?"


A slender cigarette was clenched between the man's lips, thin smoke enveloping his sharp brow ridge; the lazy rogue air on his refined aristocratic face still made him quite alluring.


Charlotte softly said, "I'm really fine."


But Ilisa Lyons' words had somewhat shocked her.


She didn't have any special feelings for her parents, because she had been sent to the man's side since childhood, and could only go home a few times a year.


Chapter 773 - His male chauvinism is simply to the point of paranoia.