"If it’s really unbearable, why not just stay ho? Why insist on taking the train and make things difficult for yourself?"
Sam felt helpless, especially when he saw the gorgeous girl next to him sitting on his jacket. That jacket was the only one he brought from his hotown.
His hotown was far from Kuhang, nestled among mountains on several sides, which made the climate unstable. Sotis, unexpected cold spells would hit even in the peak of sumr, so it was always good to be prepared.
And now, his jacket had been requisitioned by Angel, under the pretext of not wanting to sit on a seat that many others had used, turning it into a cushion for her.
Sam was at his wit’s end.
He had even lifted their luggage onto the rack, while Angel seed completely incapable of independence, needing help with everything, even as trivial as opening a bottle of water.
Angel took the seat by the window, thus avoiding any accidental contact with people passing through the aisle.
"If you were flying, I could have upgraded to first class. Why did you have to take the train?"
Angel’s righteous declaration left Sam with nothing to do but sigh.
"Heiress, not everyone has the luxury to enjoy the best mode of transportation wherever they go, especially first class, which is quite expensive."
Angel, unfazed by the sarcasm, simply smiled. "You could have the sa privileges."
"By winning the lottery and becoming instantly wealthy?" Sam asked sarcastically.
The woman laughed and replied, "By becoming a son-in-law to our family."
A son-in-law?
Sam shook his head: "I have no such plans for now. I’m still young and prefer to strive on my own."
Angel looked at Sam with disdain: "No matter how much you study or strive, the ultimate goal of your efforts in society is just to earn a bit more money. Yet, here’s a shortcut right in front of you."
Sam shook his head again in refusal: "I’d rather not. The things I’ve worked for with my own hands won’t be lost so easily. Who knows when you might lose interest in and kick away like a soccer ball?"
Such wariness... Could this really be what Sam thinks? Angel, unusually, revealed a smile. "Even if that were to happen, you’d still receive a considerable severance."
Sam shook his head. "Sounds tempting, but it wouldn’t be good for my reputation."
"You care about your reputation?" Angel was incredulous. She had always thought the so-called reputation Sam worried about was a joke. In her eyes, he had no right to ntion such things, clearly, her status was much more noble.
Sam replied as if it were obvious: "What else would I do? I have long-term goals. How could I afford to have such a blemish on my record?"
Angel was almost rolling her eyes.
"Everyone has their own unsavory past... And being dumped by wouldn’t be a blemish. Others can only dream of getting this opportunity, but I wouldn’t give it to anyone else."
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Sam took a sip of water to moisten his throat. "I don’t want that opportunity, even kids from Cedarwood should have their own dignity."
Angel didn’t bother to reply, thinking that dignity was a cheap word.
In her view, those who truly possess dignity are those with sufficient power and money, often at the expense of trampling over the dignity of others. Those who constantly speak of dignity are often the ones whose dignity is being shattered by life or others at every turn.
That was her philosophy.
During this quiet period, Sam took the opportunity to rest a bit.
Although he didn’t have a window seat to enjoy the passing scenery, having Angel by his side wasn’t too bad either. She was a breathtaking sight in her own right, provided she didn’t make any unnecessary movents or speak.
The train wouldn’t reach its destination until nearly three in the afternoon, so there was plenty of ti. Sam closed his eyes slightly and put on his headphones to listen to music.
Angel watched the scenery for a while, gradually distancing from Kuhang without any panic. In fact, she found the views away from the tropolis uniquely charming.
However, looking at the scenery for too long could beco boring. Turning her head, she saw Sam with his eyes closed, listening to music. She frowned.
She wasn’t pleased with being ignored, especially by soone as pretty as her... but Sam always managed to do just that.
She reached out, plucked one of the earphones from Sam’s ear, and without any hesitation, put it into her own. What she heard was a lody she had never encountered before.
She had expected Sam, of all people, to listen to so pretentious music, but instead, it was—
["Con te partirò. Paesi che non ho mai veduto e vissuto con te, adesso sì li vivrò—"]
Unexpectedly pleasant, albeit in a sowhat foreign language.
Sam opened his eyes. Angel looked at him. "You’re listening to an foreign song?"
"Yeah, what about it?"
"So, you like this kind of music."
It seed like she understood sothing, but Sam just smiled.
"I just like listening to good music."
"Do you understand the lyrics?"
"No."
"Then why listen to it?"
"I like listening to foreign songs because I’m tired of the dostic ones."
"You always have so weird hobbies."
Angel was clearly listening, yet her tone remained disdainful.
Sam, smiling, retorted, "As weird as they might be, they can’t be weirder than yours, right? After all, who else likes to kiss..."
Catching the increasingly dangerous look in Angel’s eyes, Sam wisely shut his mouth in ti.
"How much longer until we arrive?"
Angel also squinted slightly, seemingly a bit tired.
Sam checked the ti: "A little over an hour, why?"
"How long will it take to get to your house after we get off?"
"About fifty more minutes."
"Are we walking?"
"How could we? My dad said he would co to pick up."
If his mory served him right, his father would arrive in the old car bought years ago, to bring him back to their ho, which, while not very accessible, was full of rustic charm.
Angel thought for a mont, then calmly asked, "My people should be there already, do you want to arrange a car?"
It seed like a good suggestion, but Sam didn’t even think before refusing.
"You can go, but I’d rather not."
"Why?"
Sam looked at the woman, who seed not to understand, and smiled warmly.
"Because I don’t want to disappoint a father who’s coming all this way to pick up his son... It would be too sad."
Angel adorably wrinkled her nose, the first ti Sam had seen her make such a gesture. It was a mix of dissatisfaction, incomprehension, and a helpless inability to object.
Indeed, she did not understand such familial affection. The kind of familial affection that should exist in the world of ordinary people.
"Then I can simply gift a car to you and your father," she suggested.
Sam’s eyes widened: "Please don’t do that."
"Why not?"
"Do you want to scare him to death? He’s never ridden in a luxury car in his life, never aspired for wealth. His only wish is for his family to be safe and healthy. Doing that would only make him think I’ve done sothing terrible outside, or deceived the heiress’s feelings, and he might very well kill ."
Angel was even more baffled. Such a gift should elicit joy, not fear.
Turning her head away, she voiced her opinion, "What a strange father and son."
Sam laughed softly, leaning back in his chair.
"Maybe, but we’re just an ordinary father and son, that’s all."
"What’s your dad like?" Sam asked.
"My dad... how to put it, he’s quite boring, yet... he’s also pretty adorable."
"Adorable?"
"Yeah..."
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"Ava, don’t tell you spent all this ti getting ready just to not co with to pick up your brother."
The middle-aged man in the sowhat outdated polo shirt didn’t put much effort into his appearance. His build was sturdy, but his face bore many signs of aging and clear wrinkles. His exposed arms showed nurous old scars.
Standing in front of the door, Sam’s father, Robert, spoke with a hint of resignation.
A delicate, youthful voice ca from inside the room.
"Of course I’m not going! I still haven’t decided what to wear... Dad, you go pick him up. If I go out now, my makeup will get ruined, it’s just too hot."
"...It’s just your brother, why do you need to dress up?"
"Oh, Dad, you don’t get it! Hurry up and go, you’re going to be late!"
"Alright..."
Robert was a relatively well-known man in the nearby villages. He was quite handso and had mastered various skills like carpentry, masonry, and welding in his youth. Yet, he ended up marrying a woman who was ordinary in both her family background and appearance.
He never engaged in dishonest behavior, not even indulging in gambling or similar vices. Surprisingly straightforward, so would even describe him as naïve or unsophisticated.
This middle-aged man, who supported his family with his own two hands, endured many injuries, and even adopted an orphan, calmly went downstairs. He drove the old car that had been in service for who knows how many years, leaving from their yard toward Cedarwood’s only train station.
He showed little emotion, even appearing sowhat stiff amidst the bustling train station crowd.
He watched as people with luggage continuously erged from the exit, pondering slightly.
What would Sam look like now? Has he grown taller, gotten a tan?
But it didn’t matter much to him. A man’s skin being a bit darker only adds to his masculinity.
What should he say when they et? Robert slightly furrowed his brows.
A hug?
No, that seed too sentintal for him. A hug between two n, even if they were father and son, felt too strange.
Maybe just pat him on the shoulder and comnt that he’s grown taller.
That should do.
Robert didn’t imagine an elaborate scenario, but for so reason, he felt unexpectedly nervous, an anxious urge to smoke creeping up on him.
However, since it was a public place, he restrained himself, and the train’s arrival ti was drawing near anyway.
Finally, Robert spotted a familiar figure at the exit. He imdiately raised his hand, waving awkwardly.
"Sam, over here!"
Sam, just out from the station, seed to hear sothing, looked over, and then smiled, walking towards him at a leisurely pace.
Robert raised his arm, intending to pat Sam on the shoulder as he had envisioned, but unexpectedly, in the next mont,
"Boom!"
Sam extended his arms and hugged him.
Robert froze. What was this?
He felt awkward but also reassured by the feeling of Sam’s much sturdier body.
As he looked at his son, who seed even more handso up close, about to say sothing, another voice suddenly interrupted.
"Hello, I’m Angel, Sam’s girlfriend."
Robert initially thought it was so kind of joke, but when he turned to look,
He was t with an unimaginably charming woman, whose presence seed almost too surreal for this world, looking at him with an indifferent expression.
Robert was stunned for a mont, and an awkward silence ensued.
Such a beautiful girl claiming to be his son’s girlfriend? Not only was she attractive, but she also had such an aura.
Her attire and appearance... she didn’t look like an ordinary girl at all!
Is this girl really his son’s girlfriend? Wait... could it be...
Robert imdiately turned to look at Sam.
"Smack!"
He slapped Sam on the back of his head.
"Did you break the law?!"
"What are you talking about?!"
Sam, rubbing his head, sighed helplessly: "She’s not my girlfriend, just a classmate... said she was bored at ho and wanted to co see the scenery here..."
Robert glanced at his son, then uncertainly at Angel, who seed aloof and aristocratic, possessing a unique aura.
"Um... Miss, if my son has done sothing wrong, even against the law... I won’t cover for him. He must face legal consequences. But, if possible, I hope you can give my son a chance..."
Sam: .....
Is this really what a father thinks of his son? How could Sam possibly do anything illegal?
anwhile, in a room,
There was a girl, exceptionally tall, with perfect body proportions and a pair of sexy long legs, constantly adjusting her posture and the dress on her body in front of a mirror, like a model practicing various poses.
She looked slightly troubled. "Does this look too childish?"
But her concern quickly faded, replaced by a smug smile.
"Sam is my brother, why bother dressing up so nicely? He’s never seen beautiful girls before. Having a pretty young sister like , he should be waking up from his dreams smiling~"
Ava humd an unknown tune, admiring her face in the mirror, which, despite its slight greenness, was undeniably beautiful.
Ava raised an eyebrow, then glanced at the family photo on the table...
"Hmph~ Die of beauty, won’t you!"
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