The first person to see Jane Sampson’s post on Monts was Old Master Black, who held his mobile phone in one hand while drinking tea, eyes wide open as he stared at the mobile phone screen.
It was just a few photos, but Old Master Black stupefiedly stared at them for several minutes.
Aunt Black passed by Old Master Black several tis and didn’t see him move an inch, so she walked over curiously and asked, "Dad, what’s wrong? What’s so fascinating that you’re looking at?"
"Jas gave Jane Sampson a gift," Old Master Black said with a bit of concern in his voice.
Aunt Black looked completely astonished, and a few seconds later, she ca to her senses and laughed, "Well, well, has Jas finally co to his senses? Today is Valentine’s Day, and he even knows to give his wife a gift. Not bad at all."
"Not bad what?" Old Master Black shook his head and passed the mobile phone over to Aunt Black, saying, "Take a look at what he turned little Jane into? Even when our Great General romps around outdoors and cos back, he’s not this ugly. What’s the difference between this and a madwoman on the street?"
Without having seen anything yet, Aunt Black already started laughing at his words.
Muttering in her heart, she wondered what Jas had done this ti to earn such disdain from Old Master Black.
When she leaned in to glance at Old Master Black’s mobile phone, Aunt Black swiped through and looked over all three photos, and ultimately couldn’t help but burst out laughing.
"Dad, the hairpin that Jas sent is quite pretty, and considering how beautiful your granddaughter-in-law is, anything she wears looks good. The most important thing is that Jas has the heart to make the effort, though his handiwork is indeed lacking a bit. But you see, he’s a big man who has never touched a woman’s hair, so how would he know how to use a hairpin? Besides, now he only has his right hand to work with."
Aunt Black thought that Jas deserved so praise.
Compared to previous years, no matter the holiday, he was always with the guard team. On a holiday like Valentine’s Day, he wouldn’t even make a phone call to Jane Sampson, but Jas has gotten much better now.
In his typically cold deanor, he now showed a bit of human warmth.
"This is just a bit bad?" Old Master Black directly scorned his daughter, "Are your eyes not working? This is clearly very ugly. I feel a bit sorry for little Jane. She’s so cute, so beautiful; how could I have possibly pushed Jas onto her? I’m wondering whether I should reintroduce to Jane Sampson a husband with good eyesight and good taste."
Aunt Black knew Old Master Black was just joking, but she was still amused by his words.
"Dad, before, I wouldn’t dare to guarantee it, but now, even if you introduced her to the Emperor of Heaven, she’d definitely not be interested. If Jas heard what you just said, he might just take all the tea leaves in your refrigerator and brew tea eggs for his wife."
This was sothing Jas would definitely do.
"What kind of pot fits what kind of lid; Dad, wasn’t that a saying you used to have on the tip of your tongue? Jas with his reserved personality needs a wife like Jane who knows how to be lively and animated to make his life a bit different. And soone as rambunctious as Jane needs soone with Jas’s reserved personality to handle her, to tolerate and accommodate her," Aunt Black argued.
In the past, Aunt Black had thought Old Master Black’s words were not quite right, feeling that people with dissimilar personalities being forced together were bound to be conflict-prone eventually.
But now it seems, the old sir indeed is an old sir, having a more accurate judgnt of people than his daughter.
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