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Chapter 127: Ex-Husband Comes to the Door Again
What she wants… was for Lee’s Corporation to change its family name.
Seeing Mae pull up another Lee Corporation financial report, this was its real internal financial report that Stan had just stolen from their financial system two days ago.
“With such a performance, they still dare to make this kind of financial report. These few stupid folks are really not afraid to eat ugly and choke themselves to death.”
Mae finished the orange in his hand and took a paper towel to wipe his hands clean. “Then let’s wait for them to put out such a beautiful financial report, by then we can have a big harvest.”
Stan understood Mae’s intention in an instant. He put down his chopsticks and gave Mae a thumbs up “So ruthless! Please accept my respect!”
“Get out!”
Mae lifted his foot and kicked him, “Go! Go help Auntie Melissa make dumplings.”
Stan very obediently went to the kitchen, and by this time there was a plate full of dumpling stuffing and hastily falling thick dumpling skins in the kitchen.
The little girl had taken his place early and was earnestly wrapping the dumplings.
Her little face was covered with white flour when he saw Mae and Stan come in. Her big obsidian eyes curved into a bright moon. “Mommy, Daddy Stan, look, that’s the big pomelo I wrapped. It’s so pretty.”
“Wow! How come my little princess is so good? Let Daddy think about what gift he’s going to give Little Jane tonight as a reward?”
Stan sat down on the children’s stool next to Little Jane. His tall body was sitting next to the children’s table, looking defiant and comical.
“Little Jane wants a nice, big, big dragon boat for Little Jane to float around in~”
“Hmm~”
Stan stroked his chin in feigned distress. “That one’s too hard for Daddy. Can we get an easier one?”
“No way!”
Little Jane’s head tilted. “Master said a good boy can’t give up when he encounters difficulties. He has to rise to the occasion. Daddy, you’re not a good boy.”
Stan couldn’t say anything to the little one and “got angry” and smeared a handful of flour on the little one’s face.
“Mommy, look at Daddy.”
It was a mess in front of the large kitchen counter. Mae could only helplessly stand aside, looking at a small child’s face and head covered with white ash. She shook her head and laughed bitterly.
Over the past few years, this kind of scene had to happen a few times a year, but it played out every
year.
“If you mess up my kitchen again, you won’t want to eat the dumplings I made today.”
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Auntie Melissa held the meat knife in her hand and slashed it hard on the cutting board, scaring both the young and old at the same time.
Father and daughter looked at each other in silence, spat out their tongues, buried their heads, and seriously began to wrap the dumplings, too honest to make any more mistakes.
In the morning, the little one got out of the highchair, turned her little butt, and went to the cupboard to get some plastic bags. She put the wrapped dumplings on the table in the bags, which was stopped by Mae.
“Baby, these dumplings were just made. You can’t stack them like that.”
“But–Little Jane wants to pack these dumplings and put them on the plane to send to Master and Grandpa, they like Little Jane’s dumplings the most.”
The little girl held the plastic bag with a serious face.
Mae was a little surprised that this kid could still remember those old codgers in his heart. “Still, Little Jane is the most filial to them. When the snow stops in the New Year, Mommy will take you to see them, okay?”
“Okay-”
Little Jane’s soft voice replied sweetly and returned to her own child’s chair. The dumplings in her hand wrapped even more vigorously.
“Little Jane is going boo–boo.”
“Do you need Mommy to go with you?”
“No need, Little Jane is already three and a half years old, not one or two.”
There was a pride and self–satisfaction in the dismissive voice that could not be underestimated, and it amused the three of them, Mae included.
Seeing Mae pinch the little one’s fleshy, pointed chin, he said, “Yes, yes. Little Jane is a big girl now, three and a half.”
At her mommy’s compliment, the little girl’s face was as proud as a big, colorful rooster. She cocked her little head and walked at a six–parent pace to the bathroom.
Moments later, the doorbell rang.
“Who’s there?”
Mae muttered, ready to get up and open the door.
“Could it be the new neighbor who moved in across the street? When I went out today, I saw that the lanterns and doorways in front of that house had been put up.”
Auntie Melissa replied.
By this time, someone had already opened the door to the house one step ahead of her.
“Uncle, who are you looking for?”
Little Jane’s confused voice came from the doorway, her big dark eyes staring curiously at the man standing outside.
Mae had come over by this time, and his expression hardened when he saw the man standing at the
door.
“Mark?”
She quickened her pace to move forward, dragging little Jane inexorably behind her. She
involuntarily met Mark’s eyes with a few more slight hints of defense. “How did you know I lived here?”
Her hand was pulling her daughter, her palm involuntarily breaking into a small cold sweat.
As if she was afraid that Mark would recognize her when he saw Little Jane.
“Mommy, is this uncle your friend?”
Little Jane’s tiny head poked out from behind Mae, her black, grape–like eyes staring straight at Mark in the doorway. Her eyes were full of curiosity.
Mae narrowed her eyes, quickly collecting the fluctuating emotions in her eyes. She turned and crouched down and said to Little Jane:
“He’s not a friend. This uncle has gone to the wrong place.”
She gently touched Little Jane’s head, soothed her, and said, “Go quickly to the kitchen and help Grandma Melissa pack the dumplings.
But Little Jane seemed a little reluctant, her curious eyes still staring at Mark. Her red little face was still stained with white flour that had not yet been wiped away. She looked so cute that people could not help but feel soft at heart.
It was then that Stan came out of the kitchen, his eyes meeting Mark, who was standing in the doorway with an uncertain look on his face. He suddenly curled his lips meaningfully, stepped forward, and took Little Jane’s hand.
“Let’s go. Daddy needs Little Jane’s help to make dumplings together.”
Mae’s words were indeed useful, and after staring at Mark and hesitating for half a second, the little girl followed Mae.
Mae stood in the doorway and did not let Mark in. She just looked at Mark with her eyes still defensive and said, “Is something wrong with Jennifer’s child?”
She thought she had divorced Mark cleanly. Except for the matter of Jennifer and the child, Mark should not have any other reason to look for her.
As soon as her words left her mouth, Mark’s eyebrows furrowed, but his gaze fell on the spot where the little girl was standing, and he couldn’t look away.
Though he had seen the child’s photo more than once, this was the first time he had seen her in
person.
The moment he opened the door, the little girl’s delicate and cute little face rushed into his line of sight, and the impact of that moment left him stunned for a long time.
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