My Dreamy Old Husband

Cooper had secretly been to the Johnson Family Village a few times, but he never met with the members of the Johnson Family. When they learned of his arrival this time, they called Cooper over.

Sophia’s great-grandfather was already over a hundred years old and could hardly speak clearly anymore. He was Annabel’s grandfather, and he had been living in Annabel’s uncle’s house.

As the person with the most authority in the Johnson Family, Annabel’s uncle spoke politely with Cooper and discussed the matter of moving Annabel’s grave.

Since Annabel was an unmarried woman when they buried her, it was very inauspicious according to the village’s rules; it meant that she couldn’t be reincarnated after her death, bringing disgrace to the family. Since Cooper had come back as Annabel’s husband and was recognized by the family, he was allowed to move her grave.

While they talked about moving her grave, Annabel’s grandfather engaged in small talk with Cooper. As he looked at Cooper’s eyes with a face full of curiosity, he said in amazement, “Your eyes—are they naturally born that way?”

Cooper nodded. His pupils used to be black, but they gradually turned into a shade of blue when he entered adulthood; it was most likely due to the Michel Family’s strong genes!

The old man cracked a smile. This was probably his first time seeing such a strange pair of eyes—they looked much more beautiful than the foreigners’ eyes he had seen on television.

Someone spoke up and said, “Back then, Finian’s aunt and her husband weren’t able to conceive, so they adopted a child with blue eyes from abroad. That baby boy was very beautiful!”

Annabel’s grandfather and Cooper continued their conversation. Meanwhile, the younger generations started to talk among themselves.

It seemed like the family rarely got together; they could only meet each other during big occasions like this and talk, but it seemed that Finian’s aunt had quite the history. Once the topic was brought up, everyone joined in eagerly.

I heard that he even made it

Finian—weren’t you a driver at

was reluctant to talk to me. I was just a school bus driver around their unit, and we’d only greet each other when we met. Besides, they were both university professors—they couldn’t be bothered about their poor relative who drove a school bus! I don’t even remember much; my aunt has migrated for over 27 or 28 years now! They would send a few letters every once in a while during the first few years, but they haven’t been communicating with us for the past 20 years now. Heck, I’m not even sure whether they’re still alive or not… Back then, my aunt said that she had taken some time off to go back home, but she came back with a child instead. Tsk, a blue-eyed boy! The school teachers asked if they had adopted the child from abroad or if some international

rebuked his statement, “Hey! You’re lying! After your aunt left the village to go to college, she completely forgot about her poor relatives and hasn’t been back for the past 40

back to the village before going back to school. I was picking up my salary when they were at the finance department to claim their ticket money! I remember clearly that she had come back; they bought the ticket back to the village at 1.00PM and took the last bus back to the city

village to go to university before becoming

came back to school, she brought a child with her—a

boy with blue

immediately rushed toward his brain as his fingers

child with blue

eyes. Even though there was only a quarter of the Michel Family’s bloodline in him, it was possible that the

that he had been looking at this matter the wrong

finally leaving the ancestral hall. After that, he went directly to the home of the man called Finian. Without any further delay, he asked him to

a moment—I’ll go and look for my payslip. The time is printed on it, and I’ve kept it all these years. That

“Huh, it’s such a coincidence. Back then, I was only 19 years old when I went to the city and begged my aunt to help me out. She found me a job driving school buses. The school had withheld my salary for three months! I only received a salary of more than a hundred in the third month, but that was my first ever paycheck! Hence, I saved

yellowed payslip on the bottom. Cooper carefully took the payslip; the machine-printed payslip was very short, and it was dated a day after Sophia was