Fated love: the unwanted bride

Sometimes, she would fantasize during class, drifting off without even realizing.

That’s why, at that time, her academic performance was dismal.

In retrospect, people like Sylvan Cheney are clueless about romance.

Roses? Rings? Candles? Those were all impractical fantasies.

Jasmine Yale typed a few lines—

Little Orange: Girls tend to like romantic gestures, it’s the thought that counts.

SJC: Like what?

Little Orange: Well… for instance, if you aren’t short on money, you could buy lots and lots of roses, do you know what a sea of roses is? Then, give her a ring and confess your feelings. She would be surprised.

SJC:…

Uh.

Sweating, Jasmine Yale wondered, Wasn’t it right? She thought it was quite romantic.

Little Orange: Don’t try to understand women using men’s way of thinking.

SJC: Okay.

Jasmine Yale perspired, Wasn’t it correct, though?

She believed that what she said was right.

Little Orange: In fact, it’s not only limited to this, it’s the thought that counts.

SJC: Hmm.

Little Orange: Oh, by the way, was the ring very expensive?

Jasmine Yale looked at the picture of the ring again, it was really beautiful.

The Blue Demoness carved out of sapphire, inlaid with tiny diamonds, it was dreamy and unreal.

A girl who received such a ring must be really lucky, right?

SJC: I don’t know.

Little Orange: Alright, I’m going to bed first, good night.

SJC: Good night.

Jasmine Yale put down her phone and looked at the photo again.

She placed her ringless finger over the spot where the ring was on the photo.

Would anyone ever put a ring on her ring finger in the future?

It didn’t have to be expensive, just heartfelt.

At that time, she would definitely be very happy.

The next morning, Jasmine Yale dressed up Chale Cheney and packed his schoolbag.

“Little Chale, are the mid-term exams coming up?” Jasmine Yale asked.

“Yes, yes, I’m good at studying.”

Jasmine Yale laughed: “That’s a good boy. Can you rank first?”

“Of course, I am class monitor.”

“Little Chale is outstanding!” Jasmine Yale held his hand as they went downstairs.

This little one was nothing like her. She didn’t take studies seriously in her childhood, always being naughty and not concentrating.

She would get into fights, skip classes—she had done it all.

It seemed that the little one truly inherited all the excellent genes of Sylvan Cheney.

Of course, his mother might also be a very intelligent woman.

“Little Chale, if you rank first, Jasy will grant one of your wishes,” Jasmine Yale said with a smile.

“Really? Anything will do?”

Oh my, Chale Cheney was delighted!

His little face was full of joy, as if he had eaten honey.

“Yes, but you must rank first.”

Jasmine Yale crouched down to look at him.

“Jasy is the prettiest!”

The little one stood on tiptoe and planted a kiss on her cheek.

Butler Santana came over with a laugh: “Miss Yale, the young master really likes you. He has been happy every day since he met you.”

Chale Cheney giggled shyly.

Jasmine Yale couldn’t help pinching his little face.

“Naughty boy, why do you like me?”

The little one thought seriously about it for a few seconds.

“Because Jasy is gentle, beautiful, loves children… In short, she’s just really great.”

“You sweet talker.”

Jasmine Yale took his hand and sat down at the dining table.

During the time when Sylvan Cheney was not at home, she was the one sending Little Chale to kindergarten.

When the other kids asked if she was his mother, Little Chale would proudly respond: “Yes, isn’t my mom pretty?”

Jasmine Yale knew the psychology of children, so she always went with it, ever smilingly.

She never contradicted him..