No one expected it, but Jas Black drove straight out and took Jane Sampson to a veteran Chinese dicine doctor. He pressed Jane Sampson’s hand onto the table, ignoring her glaring face full of anger. Unaffected, he insisted the doctor prescribe so more Chinese dicine to help her recuperate. Forty minutes later, Jas Black was holding Jane Sampson’s hand in one hand and carrying the prescribed dicine in the other.
Even after they got back to the car, Jane Sampson still refused to acknowledge Jas Black.
She was fuming.
Back then, she had said she’d take Jas Black to the hospital for a full check-up on the eighth lunar day. But instead of going to the hospital, he dragged her here. "Getting angry won’t help. Angry or not, you still have to take the dicine." Jas Black placed the dicine on the rear seat, turned his head, and noticed Jane Sampson looking like an angry pufferfish. Not only did he not comfort her, but he also reached out and poked her puffed-up cheek.
Jane Sampson was utterly dumbfounded, staring at Jas Black’s mischievous hand on her face.
So, not only did he not comfort her even though he knew she was mad, but he also had the gall to poke her face?
"If your health isn’t good, you need to start taking care of yourself early." Jas Black leaned over to fasten her seatbelt and said, "Once you start working again, I’ll inform your assistant to make sure you take your dicine every day."
"Are you the devil?" Jane Sampson grumbled, swatting his hand away. "I’ve been taking dicine since I was a child, and I finally managed to put that behind . I’ve gotten used to it, sure, but that doesn’t an I enjoy it!"
"When the weather cools down, your hands and feet turn ice-cold, and your belly hurts during nstruation. If you don’t take care of yourself, you’re only making it hard on yourself." As soon as winter started, every ti Jas Black felt Jane Sampson’s ice-cold palms, he wanted to bring her here, but he hadn’t had the ti until today.
This was the first winter Jas Black spent holding her hand, which was when he first learned that so people could have hands and feet as cold as ice in the winter.
Every night, he held her close, trying his best to warm up her hands and feet. But even after an entire night, he’d touch her hands again and find they were still cold. It wasn’t until she was about to wake up that her hands and feet would finally have a hint of warmth.
Jas Black would ask Jane Sampson each ti if she felt uncomfortably cold. She would just cling to him, acting spoiled, snuggling into his arms like he was a big furnace, and tell him that as long as she was hugging him, she wouldn’t feel cold. She never said anything useful, though.
"I’ll take you out for hotpot tonight," Jas Black said. By now, he knew exactly how to cheer her up.
Food always worked—it was foolproof.
"Earthen hot pot?" Jane Sampson’s eyebrows twitched, and she instantly looked intrigued.
"Mm-hmm. Tonight, there’s a gathering with Thomas Lancaster and the others, and I’ve asked them to set the location at a hot pot restaurant," Jas Black said with a nod. "You’re allowed to have a little bit of chili peppers."
Jane Sampson imdiately brightened up. "Alright~"
She chirped happily, responding crisply, and her face was instantly adorned with a big, bright smile.
Jane Sampson and Jas Black had told Old Master Black and the others a few days earlier that they’d return to Black Residence on this day. Even Oliver Black and his family were at Black Residence this ti. Throughout the year, there were very few occasions when the Black Family could gather like this.
Oliver Black’s little toddler had recently grown particularly fond of Jane Sampson. The mont he saw her, he dashed over, clinging to her leg with his little arms, and said in a sweet, childish voice, "Auntie, I saw you on TV! Wow, Auntie, you looked like a fairy! So beautiful!"
That’s right—the little fellow had watched the Spring Festival Gala together with his family, and when Jane Sampson and Jas Carter appeared on stage, his eyes were glued to the screen. When his mom ntioned that the pretty sister singing was his Auntie Jane, the little guy had imdiately rembered her.
Ever since then, he’d been pestering everyone daily to take him to grandpa’s house to see his Auntie.
Now, he’d finally gotten his wish.
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