Chapter 91: Being Ruthless Even to One’s Own Flesh and Blood
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“Chaley, wait for me to take a bath. After the bath, I’ll accompany you to bed,” cooed Jasmine Yale.
“Then I’ll warm the bed for you.”
Chale Cheney lifted the quilt, warming up the bed for Jasmine Yale with utmost seriousness.
Today’s weather was a bit chilly, and the temperature had dropped even more by the evening.
Jasmine laughed, “Wait for me, then. Muah!”
For the first time, she realized how blissful it was to have a little companion by her side.
And the key was this little guy was not annoying or noisy, but incredibly obedient.
How could such a sweet child have been abandoned? How could there be such heartless parents in this world…
But in a flash, she thought of Sylvan Cheney.
Right, how could there not be ruthless parents?
Some people can even harm their own flesh and blood.
Not wishing to dwell on this, she let down her hair and walked into the bathroom.
Chale Cheney pricked up his ears, listening to the sound of water. Only then did he dare to call Elder Cheney, but he still kept his voice down.
“I’ve told you, I don’t have a son like you.”
“Uncle, I just took a bath with the pretty sister.”
“We took a bath, and we’re going to sleep together later. Are you jealous?”
“Click”, Sylvan Cheney hung up the phone on the spot.
Chale Cheney, holding his mobile phone, was completely baffled.
Elder Cheney is angry?
To be honest, Chale Cheney was puzzled too. Elder Cheney wasn’t bad-looking, he had a house, a car, why didn’t any woman like him?
Maybe his temperament was too bad!
Yeah, that must be it!
In the bathroom, Jasmine Yale’s mood was especially good.
Picking up a little baby on the street who was very attached to her was indeed a blessing.
But this baby was a bit pitiful.
No worries, she would be very kind to him and treat him as her own child.
Just as she was about to finish her bath, the doorbell rang.
Jasmine Yale hurriedly wrapped herself in a robe and tied up her hair.
Chale Cheney also heard it, and he tumbled off the bed.
“Who is it?” Chale Cheney walked to the door.
“Jasmine, it’s me, Hans Colin.” The man outside the door said.
Jasmine heard the voice and hurried to the door.
As she opened the door, it was indeed Hans Colin, he even held a bag of fruit in his hand.
“Senior, hello, are you looking for me?” Jasmine Yale asked curiously.
“Yes, I just happened to pass by. I heard you live here, so I brought some of
your favorite fruit. Is this… your son?”
Hans Colin looked down at the little guy and was a bit surprised.
Chale Cheney didn’t know this man and hugged Jasmine Yale’s leg.
“Umm… no.” Jasmine Yale explained, “Senior, it’s getting late, you should go home and rest.”
“I saw you the last time and heard that you got married. I was quite surprised.
But I asked a few classmates. They all said they didn’t know.”
“No, it was just a joke by that man last time. I’m single.”
Chale Cheney wasn’t happy, tilted his head up, and shook Jasmine Yale’s leg.
“Jasy, you clearly said you would marry me.”
Jasmine had forgotten about this, rubbed the little guy’s head: “Right, right.” Hans Colin also laughed, “Is there anyone else? May I come in and sit down?” “Well… it’s already very late, senior,” Jasmine refused.
“Alright then, I’ll come to see you another day. Take the fruit. As I remember, you love grapes.” Hans Colin proffered the bag in his hand.
“No need.” Chale Cheney stood in front of Jasmine, his face upturned, “I can buy them for Jasy.”
Hans Colin laughed. He wasn’t going to argue with a child.
“Senior, you can keep it. I’ve already bought a lot of fruit.” Jasmine refused to accept..