The only thing she could do now was not to meddle in matters concerning Lily Jones.
She neither whispered advice in Adam Jones’s ear nor did she proactively urge him to help Lily Jones; that was the only form of assistance she could offer Lily.
When Adam and another individual went to visit Old Adams, they happened to see a group of elderly men and women gathered around a table, discussing something. Seeing Adam and his companion, Old Adams quickly beckoned them over.
"Look at this, it’s the gift from my grandson-in-law. Such good taste he has, went right to my heart, hahaha~~"
The Clark Family wasn’t short on money, and though both members of the family were retired professors, Old Adams’s son, who was Elly’s uncle, regularly featured on the rich list. Thus, the value of anything in his eyes didn’t depend on its price.
Instead, it was about how much that gift suited his taste.
Clearly, the running script calligraphy by Zhao Mengfu, gifted by Mr. and Mrs. Jones, greatly pleased him, nearly making it impossible to pry it from his hands.
His words implied compliments for his grandson-in-law’s discerning eye, prompting envy among the other professors present.
"Alright, Old Adams, we know you’ve got a great grandson-in-law. Stop showing off. Lend me that calligraphy next time so I can practice," said another old professor from the same university as Old Adams, rather irritably.
"Exactly, we’ve been listening to you boast for half an hour and you’re still not done."
The second old professor added with disdain.
Old Adams, however, seemed utterly unconcerned, clinging to the calligraphy, "No borrowing, no borrowing, even if we’re good friends!"
Watching the old men squabble like children, Elly couldn’t help but laugh helplessly, glancing at Adam for a meaningful eye contact.
It was clear that the calligraphy was her choice, yet her grandfather and the other elderly professors piled all the praise on Adam.
Adam perfectly grasped the silent message in his wife’s eyes, smiled and put his arm around her shoulder and ingratiatingly said:
"Grandpa is right; I do have an excellent eye. How else could I have married someone as wonderful as Elly?"
When did this guy’s emotional intelligence kick in? While praising himself, he didn’t forget to lift her up as well.
The old professors, who had just been eagerly vying for the calligraphy, were unexpectedly fed a dose of dog food and first froze, then burst into laughter.
"Old Adams, not only does your grandson-in-law have great taste, he also has a sweet mouth. He’s stuffed us old bones with dog food so much we almost want to be young again and woo our spouses for another round of romance."
"Enough, Old Brown, those young folks are still passionately in love. What are you at your age joining the craze for? Could you still even ride a bike with your spouse?"
"You old bachelor, just stick to studying your ancient human skulls. Envious of me, are you? I’m in my prime, I could take my wife on a bike ride, no problem at all."
Despite being accustomed to Adam’s thick-skinned ways, which had consequentially thickened her own skin, Elly still felt somewhat embarrassed by the professors’ jesting.
She twisted Adam’s arm hard, causing him to cry out in pain.
Watching the couple’s oblivious interactions, several who originally wanted to chat up Adam couldn’t help but look on in astonishment.
Was Adam Jones always this approachable in private?