Edward Stephens examined her expression, chuckled softly, and looked down at her with a hint of amusent.
"What did I deceive you about this ti? You’re always accusing of so inexplicable cri."
His tone was languid, with a trace of playful indifference.
Daisy Ginger looked at his smug appearance and felt inexplicably irritated, got off the bed in a huff, and went to the bathroom to wash up without saying a word.
Edward Stephens crossed his arms, watching Daisy Ginger’s back, and raised an innocent eyebrow.
Though he indeed couldn’t be called a good person, was there really a need to vent early in the morning? After all, this ti he had done a good deed.
Daisy Ginger ca out after her shower, still looking a bit sullen.
Edward Stephens lay on the bed, holding a book he had pulled out from sowhere, appearing completely relaxed.
Seed more on vacation than she did.
Thinking about it, over the past year, she knew nothing about this man, whereas he had figured her out completely, which sent chills down Daisy Ginger’s spine.
She had projected the image of the teenage Edward Stephens onto this man, ignoring all the suspicious points about him. His past was sothing she not only didn’t understand but also feared a little.
This person certainly wasn’t as harmless as he had appeared during the year they spent together.
The feeling of being outmatched in both intellect and financial power was truly unpleasant.
Daisy Ginger changed her clothes and, without looking at Edward Stephens on the bed, pushed open the door and stepped out.
The man lying on the bed turned his head slightly, looking at Daisy Ginger’s departing figure, and his eyebrow raised again.
He hadn’t done anything, had he?
Why was she angry again?
*
This picturesque remote town has been unusually lively these days.
Several police cars were parked at the village entrance, and police officers were going door to door inquiring about the local security situation.
The county leaders had co down, and the village chief was nervously receiving them, fearful of causing a big problem.
Daisy Ginger, stepping outside, was suddenly hugged by a kid jumping out from under the tree.
"Daisy Ginger!" He jumped into her arms, holding her neck tightly, "Why did you sleep until now!"
"Who’s allowing you to call by my na!" Daisy Ginger pinched his face, "Call sister!"
The little rascal didn’t listen, grunting and refusing to call her that, "No!"
The little boy was wearing new clothes today, and kids heal quickly; the bruises on his face had faded quite a bit, looking soft and fair.
Usually, he was covered in dirt, but today Daisy Ginger noticed that the little guy was actually quite good-looking, with delicate features, although a better temperant would make him perfect.
Daisy Ginger put him down, holding his hand as they walked to his house, "Where’s your grandma?"
"She’s gone to town to buy rice."
Upon hearing this, Daisy Ginger was taken aback.
Yesterday Edward Stephens and his people had eaten all the rice in the family’s container!
"Are you hungry? Would you like to take you to stroll around the town?"
The little boy shook his head, looking up at Daisy Ginger.
His little face appeared conflicted, as if he had sothing to say to her.
Daisy Ginger, noticing his expression, squatted down to face him, "What’s wrong, kid?"
"Are you leaving?"
Daisy Ginger was stunned for a mont, seeing the reluctance and stubbornness in his eyes, uncertain about how to respond.
She was indeed leaving; regardless of whether Edward Stephens found her or not, she hadn’t planned on staying here permanently.
Daisy Ginger patted his head, "Yes, I’m leaving soon."
The little rascal was slightly startled, and his eyes instantly turned red.
He turned away from Daisy Ginger, "I knew it. Will you...co to see in the future?"
His voice held a little hope that was hard to conceal.
Daisy Ginger didn’t want to lie to him. She whispered, "Jasper, I may not co back in the future."
The little boy froze, and the tears he was holding back suddenly burst forth. He looked at Daisy Ginger, broke free from her hand, and ran into his house, bolting the door.
Daisy Ginger stood there, watching the child’s shape disappear, feeling a bit sour in her heart.
She sighed lightly, intending to soothe Jasper when a small stone suddenly hit her palm.
Daisy Ginger frowned, turning around to see Edward Stephens squatting by a roadside stone in the distance, tossing a small discovered stone with a teasing smile towards her.
He’s insane!
Feeling irritated at the sight of him, Daisy Ginger picked up the stone from the ground and hurled it at the man, missing him as it skimd past his sleeve.
"Hmph."
t by a heartless laugh.
Madness.
Daisy Ginger took a deep breath, her face turning cold, "What are you doing here?"
"Watching how you deceive and toy with the hearts of innocent young n."
Daisy Ginger: "..."
This bastard!
Daisy Ginger picked up a lump of mud from the ground and threw it at Edward Stephens. The mud shattered into powder in mid-air, falling like a goddess scattering flowers onto his shirt. Finally seeing Edward Stephens with the sa dirt-covered appearance, Daisy Ginger felt victorious.
She clapped her hands, turned around, and walked away.
Edward Stephens watched her retreating figure, smirked, and let out a small snort.
"Childish."
*
In the town, there’s a street, with a vegetable market and a small supermarket.
Due to its remote location, prices here are even higher than in the city; at the small supermarket, days can pass without anyone coming to buy anything.
Daisy Ginger pushed the cart, grabbing items in the supermarket.
The small supermarket offered limited snacks, along with a heap of inexplicable fake products, like "Froggy HaHa," "Goodie Good," "AB Calcium Milk," leaving Daisy Ginger bewildered.
If not careful, knock-off brands could accidentally end up in her shopping cart.
Edward Stephens, trailing behind her, seed amused, occasionally chuckling softly. This international friend probably had never seen so many counterfeit consur snacks, finding them eye-opening.
Seeing Edward Stephens annoyed Daisy Ginger now, yet he was like a tail, following her closely, impossible to shake off.
While checking out, Edward Stephens’s phone rang.
Daisy Ginger watched as he took out his phone, glanced at the screen, and though his face remained nonchalant, his aura changed instantly.
She silently observed him as he turned around to take the call at the door.
"It’s three hundred eighty-five in total."
The owner’s smile bead at her from behind the cash register.
Daisy Ginger nodded, about to fetch the money as four hundred-yuan notes were handed over from behind her. She turned and saw the man had finished the call and returned.
His expression was indifferent, revealing no emotion as he collected the change and carried the large bag of snacks out.
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