Chapter 17

"Jia'er, where are you going?"

"Nowhere~"

Jocelyn York changed her shoes and fixed her hair in front of the full-length mirror by the door.

"You look so nice, it can't be..."

Dad held his chin and looked at her suspiciously.

"Of course not!"

She denied, turned around, stood up, and walked out, closing the door behind her.

A fleeting side profile, unable to conceal a smile.

"Tut tut tut, still saying it's not."

Looking at his daughter in a good mood, he sighed.

Ignoring the opposition at home, insisting on coming back from Europe, he knew Ludjia's little thoughts.

From childhood to adulthood, he has given this daughter enough freedom, not spoiling, but trust.

But this time, is his daughter still sensible as always? He was not sure.

...

"Ludjia, where are you?"

It was Samson Nan's phone call.

"Almost there!"

"Okay, I'll wait for you at the door."

"Um, Samson Nan..."

"Hmm?"

He was about to hang up the phone.

"Why did you suddenly...ask me to come to your house today?"

She should have asked this question long ago, but that day she was a little excited when she received his call and skipped it directly.

"Didn't I say?"

"Huh? Did you?"

"Ah, it's like, because of my grandmother's matter last time, you helped me so naturally I have to show my gratitude."

He paused for a moment, the reason seemed like something he came up with on the spot, but she didn't care.

"Help you fool your grandmother? Haha"

She shrugged, unable to help but laugh.

"Hey, don't say it so rudely, okay?"

"Just this?"

"Ah...just this."

He thought for a moment, smiled, and couldn't say that it was his mother's idea, right?

After he returned home that day, his mother called him several times, roughly meaning: let Jocelyn York come to our house and get to know her...

It was obvious what his mother was up to, he was helpless, but couldn't resist, so he had to agree.

"Suspicious..."

"What did you say?"

"Nothing, nothing!"

She hurriedly said and hung up the phone.

Samson Nan lived in the old city area, unchanged for ten years, no high-rise buildings or cars, but quiet and pleasant.

She was too familiar with the surroundings here.

Her gaze drifted, gently picking up the fragments of the past, and she strolled in a good mood.

"Ludjia."

A voice pulled her back.

"What are you looking at?"

She had already arrived at Samson Nan's door but was completely unaware.

"Nothing~"

"Is that so."

He opened the door and let her in first.

"Come in~"

"Oh, okay"

She walked to the entrance of the house and looked inside.

In fact, she was not unfamiliar with Samson Nan's house because she often came to play with him. But it felt unfamiliar to her, because after the fight with Raina Nan, she could only wait outside the house every time she came here.

"Oh, so this is Ludjia? Please come in quickly!"

Mom saw Ludjia changing her shoes and hurriedly greeted her.

"Hello Auntie! Long time no see, you are still so young and beautiful!"

She smiled and said, graceful and generous.

"Well, oh, this child really knows how to talk~"

Mom carefully looked at Ludjia and watched this beautiful girl, satisfied, nodding.

"Auntie, this is the perfume I brought from overseas last time, I don't know if you like it~"

Jocelyn York took out a bottle of perfume from her bag, judging from the packaging, it should be expensive.

"How can this be? Originally, Auntie should invite you, look..."

"My little intention, please accept it, besides, Samson Nan and I are such good friends, no need to be polite~"

"No need to be polite, absolutely no need!"

Mom looked extremely happy, her face blossoming with smiles.

"Mom, you really know how to accept such expensive gifts from others?"Samson Nan couldn't stand it anymore. "Hey kid, why don't you invite me in?" He glared at him. "We're all family, right?" Mom smiled and spoke to Jocelyn York. "Huh?" Jocelyn York involuntarily trembled, did she mishear? "Let's go inside first," Samson Nan quickly said. "Is Uncle Nan not at home?" "He's having extra classes at school today and won't be back for dinner," Mom said, motioning for her to sit on the couch. Actually, it wasn't that Uncle Nan wasn't home, but Mom had sent him away in advance, saying he didn't understand the atmosphere and might ruin things. "Jocelyn sister," Raina Nan heard the sound and walked downstairs. She was wearing a hooded sweatshirt and sweatpants, but they were a little too big, looking loose. Her hair was tied back in a ponytail, giving a simple and spirited look. "Haha, this girl is always like this at home, very casual. Unlike Jocelyn, always dressed neat and tidy!" "Aunt, I'm like this at home too. Haha," Jocelyn laughed. ...

"Brother."

"What?"

She stood close to Samson Nan, speaking softly.

"It seems like Mom is determined to bring her down today."

"Bring down what?"

"Marry her to you."

She muttered, expressionless.

"Little brat, don't make trouble. Do you think I'm not troublesome enough?"

He replied softly.

"Tsk."

She uninterestedly sat on the couch and started watching TV.

"I'll go cook, you guys talk. Xiao Yu, go do your homework!"

"I finished it a long time ago."

She ignored her mother and kept staring at the TV screen.

"This child, finished her homework but doesn't review it? Can she get perfect scores?"

Mom became more and more angry as she spoke.

"Yes, yes, I'll listen to you."

She stood up and glanced over, coincidentally meeting Jocelyn York's eyes.

Jocelyn York straightened her posture, thinking Raina Nan was going to say something.

"You guys chat."

"Oh, uh... okay."

She paused for a moment.

She only saw Aunt Nan taking Raina Nan away, occasionally saying something to her as Raina Nan nodded repeatedly.

"By the way, I haven't asked where you work now?"

The two sat in the living room, feeling a bit awkward. Jocelyn York, who usually had a lot to say, was unusually quiet.

"I don't have a proper job, just give some private lessons, teaching piano."

She smiled, picked up her teacup, and took a sip.

"That's nice, isn't it? It's both a hobby and a profession."

"Not really a hobby..."

She spoke softly, sighed, and blew away the heat from the tea.

"I see..."

He didn't want to ask more, but in his memory, Jocelyn York did like the piano very much. She would always drag him to listen to the new pieces she learned, even though he didn't understand much.

"Samson Nan, let me ask you a somewhat personal question."

She playfully looked at him, her nerves seeming to relax a bit as the conversation continued.

"Oh? Go ahead."

"You've never had a girlfriend, right?"

"Yeah," he replied calmly, not feeling embarrassed by the question.

"Not even in college?"

"No," his response was lukewarm.

"No way... William Wei told me, I didn't believe it!"

She looked at him with a strange look, as if she had seen something odd.

"Is it really that strange? Haven't you had one before?"

He asked in response.

"Of course!"

She pouted confidently.

"You can, I didn't expect it."

He couldn't hide his amusement, pretending not to believe her, he shook his head.

"Do I look that bad? Really..."

She felt a bit frustrated, glanced at him, and then continued.

"Better than someone who plans to spend their life with their sister..."

"Cough Cough!"

He choked, and Lorraine spoke in a very soft voice, but he could still hear it clearly.

This sentence, William Wei had also said it to him. He should have been used to this semi-joking "advice", but he still couldn't get used to it...

"Samson Nan"

She looked at the TV and calmly said,

"Sometimes I wonder, if Yuyu wasn't your sister, would you still like her?"