My Dreamy Old Husband

The students wanted to give him gifts, so what could he do?

Every day, whenever he left his seat for a moment, he would come back to find his office full of snacks. He couldn’t possibly throw them away.

Everyone proceeded to evenly divide Quinton and Nathan’s trophies.

Carmen picked a bar of chocolate out of the pile of snacks and gave it to Bailey. “Bailey, for you!”

Bailey hesitated for a moment, but when he saw the smile on Carmen’s adorable and gentle face, he couldn’t bear to upset her, so he accepted it.

Upon seeing this, a dark gleam flashed across Michael’s eyes once again as he restrained the urge to lunge at him.

That chocolate is obviously used for courtship! Why did she give it to Bailey?!

Michael tried his best to force a smile onto his face, then said to Carmen, “Carmen, honey, Daddy wants a snack too.”

Still rather disgruntled, Carmen retorted, “If Daddy wants one, Mommy can feed you! Aren’t you guys always feeding each other at home?”

Michael was dumbfounded.

How could his own daughter say such a thing?

His heart fell to the ground with a ‘crash’, shattering into pieces.

He felt as if he was watching the seedling that he had worked hard to cultivate being invaded by a fat and ugly insurance-selling rodent.

Sensing Michael’s despair, Sophia unwrapped a piece of chocolate and fed it to him. To his dismay, the chocolate filled his entire mouth with bitterness.

He thought back to the song that he had sung many years back: ‘The cold wind drifted over and caressed my face; my child’s rebellion is giving me a heartache’.

Meanwhile, Bailey was taking the first bite out of his chocolate. His arm was raised, and the muscles underneath that were beginning to take shape bulged slightly. His tanned, wheatish skin made him appear healthy, young, and powerful—just like a rising sun.

The three apricot kernels that hung on his wrist exuded a special sort of extravagance and strangeness.

a fondness for his light brown complexion. Nowadays, fair skin was no longer mainstream in foreign countries; healthy, wheatish skin like his was favored instead. Plenty

be junk food—high-calorie fried chicken and hamburgers were their staples. As the average person couldn’t afford to hire a private trainer, the foreigners were usually plump and overweight. Not to mention, they worked long hours and had no time

person had fair skin and was fat, they

keep them in shape. With the money they possessed, they could go on vacations to get

tell Bailey’s financial status and social standing just by looking at his

but he already has muscles, Sophia thought

the bracelet back. Bailey suddenly

he picked up his belongings and

ate an apple and a chicken wing; you should eat more! I still have pork trotters and some lamb shoulder!” Sophia called

going to play basketball, so I can’t

Chewing on a pork trotter, he exclaimed, “Since the foreigner doesn’t know how to eat your pork

a piece of pork trotter as well and tore fiercely into it, all the while thinking to himself, He’s the pig that should be turned into

active. His agile body darted left and right, and he could even shoot perfect three-pointers. He was only fifteen years old, but he was already a little taller than

as she nibbled on one of the

younger, and if she

beautiful face… She had the

got on the court and that he had passed it to

up. He cast Nathan a meaningful glance,

grab it, and

was to stay near him, then wait

from both sides. As long as they managed to snatch the ball from him, they would take turns shoving

the malice they felt toward him. He didn’t know why these two ‘youngsters’ resented him so much, but since they were here, he wouldn’t back

tranquility he showed were unlike that of

watching the game, could tell that something was up. He said,

her head, Sophia reckoned Michael

Bailey did was eat one of their chicken wings! Did he have to

look! Daddy is bullying Mr. Bailey; go and help

that Michael had gone too far to

rushed up to the court