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.

was no longer mainstream in foreign countries; healthy, wheatish skin

people even had the mentality that a person’s skin tone and figure determined their social class. Foreign eateries mainly served what Cethosians considered to 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 for vacation, so their

was fat, they were undoubtedly

could hire professional dieticians and private trainers to keep them in shape. With the money they possessed,

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

but he already has muscles, Sophia thought

get the bracelet back. Bailey suddenly stood up and said, “I’m

up his belongings and turned around to

I still have pork trotters and some lamb shoulder!” Sophia called after him in

going to play basketball, so I can’t

pork trotter,

into it, all the while thinking to himself, He’s the pig that should be turned into a

fifteen years old, but he

as she nibbled

and if she

long legs, and that beautiful face…

off his bracelet as soon as he got on the court and that

up. He cast Nathan a meaningful glance, and the two of them went up to

it, and

near him, then wait

court, Michael immediately made his way toward Bailey. He and Nathan converged on Bailey from both sides. As long as they managed to snatch the ball from him, they

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

tranquility he showed were unlike

He said, “Aunt Sophia, look at my uncle. Why’s he

Sophia reckoned Michael

their chicken wings! Did he have to be so

at Quinton. “Uncle Quinton, look! Daddy is bullying Mr. Bailey; go and help

Michael had gone too far to pick

rubbed his mouth, then rushed up