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?

Edward Stephens said in a deep voice, "Daisy Ginger, I'm not in the mood to argue with you."


Daisy Ginger: "I just want to argue with you."


She really came here to argue with him.


Seeing the atmosphere between the two freeze more and more, Lady Stephens weakly stepped in to smooth things over.


She said ingratiatingly, "Daisy, aren't you hungry? Why don't you go out for dinner?"


Daisy Ginger glanced at Edward Stephens and snorted coldly, "I'm already full, and I think he's probably full from anger, doesn't need dinner."


Edward Stephens pinched her: "You really have the nerve to say that."


Daisy Ginger squinted her eyes, about to scratch him.


From the hospital room came the faint sound of Emily Ginger's call: "Edward, Edward, sob sob, Edward..."


Edward Stephens paused in his actions, glanced at Daisy Ginger, then collected his expression, let go, and turned into the hospital room.


Chapter 30 - Chapter 30: She Was Wrong