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?

Daisy Ginger sat on the bed holding little Erin Ginger, taking alcohol wipes from the maid to disinfect the scrapes on his face.


Erin sat obediently on her lap, and after Daisy finished treating his wounds, he softly called her, "Mommy."


Daisy casually tossed the alcohol wipes into the trash can, looked up at him, and replied, "Hmm?"


Daisy studied Erin's small face; the little guy seemed a bit anxious under her gaze.


Then, Daisy chuckled, reached out, and gently pinched Erin's cheek, "Why would I be angry? You did a great job."


"If someone bullies you, of course, you should fight back. You can't just let others bully you in vain." Daisy hugged him, ruffling his soft short hair, "Erin did great. How could Mommy be angry?"


It seemed Daisy's words encouraged Erin, and his tense expression gradually relaxed. He said nothing, just thudded forward into Daisy's embrace, clinging tightly to her waist.


Chapter 593 - Like Dad