But as little Jane grew older and her health improved, Yvette and the others began to get busy with their own things, school studies, various interest classes, and special talent classes. Nobody could spare the energy to properly pamper this little greedy cat.
Old Watson smiled apologetically at Jas Black, "Sorry, I really forgot, but your wife gets very quiet when she drinks a lot. When you go ho in the evening, she probably won’t trouble you."
"Alright, I’ll take her ho first," Jas Black tossed the car key to Thomas Lancaster, "You help find a designated driver to take the car to the downstairs of the building, I’ll take her downstairs to catch a taxi."
Since the designated driver would undoubtedly take a while to arrive from outdoors, Jas Black decided not to wait and instead planned to go downstairs imdiately to hail a taxi, which would be faster.
"Okay." Thomas Lancaster caught the key and nodded, "Then you two go ahead. We’ll sit here a bit longer and wait for the designated driver, we need to find one to drive us too."
Jas Black nodded, then extended his right hand towards little Jane, "Get up, let’s go ho."
Little Jane sat there, slowly nodding her head, then stood up. Her delicate little hand obediently placed itself in Jas Black’s palm, and then she let him lead her out of the private room.
She was quite drunk, and her head swayed as she walked, until Jas couldn’t stand it any longer. He pressed her head into his arms and wrapped his shoulder around her, finally managing to escort the foolishly drunk person out.
It was quite a coincidence. Just as they left the clubhouse, they bumped right into Brooke Black and her husband, who had been next door at the tea pavilion eting with a client until now. As they ca out, they saw Jas Black holding the barely visible face of little Jane, waiting for a taxi.
At this ti, it was hard to find a vacant taxi at the doorway of the clubhouse.
"Jas, Jane, the couple is quite romantic, coming out for drinks, huh?" Brooke Black teased as she walked over with her husband’s hand in hers toward Jas.
"Not as romantic as Aunt and Uncle having a date at the tea pavilion in the evening," Jas retorted.
Brooke Black was choked up by the remark, and Father Gingery laughed out loud before explaining, "We ca out to et a client. Seeing your wife like this, she has drunk too much, hasn’t she? Is she drunk?"
"Thomas and Yvette ca back to the country, and Old Watson rushed over from City South, we all had so drinks together. I took my eyes off her for a mont, and she drank a few bottles of fruit wine with Old Watson and got drunk," Jas explained helplessly as he adjusted little Jane’s head.
"No worries, your wife is very well-behaved, she doesn’t make a fuss when she drinks too much—very quiet. It’s only because you are by her side that she feels secure enough to drink a little. Take good care of her tonight, and don’t let her catch a chill," Aunt Black urged her husband to get the car, "It’s hard to get a taxi around here at this ti, we’ll drive them back first."
At this mont, the little turtle in Jas Black’s arms slowly lifted her head from his embrace, belatedly looking toward Brooke and rubbed her eyes, then spoke, "Auntie~"
Brooke rely responded with an "Oh," not expecting that the next second, little Jane would walk over to her, stretching out her arms, her voice soft and mushy, "Auntie, I want a hug."
Brooke imdiately laughed, embracing the little girl who walked over, "I didn’t expect our little Jane, when drunk, loves to be coddled."
Jas Black raised an eyebrow; he had been holding her all this way, yet why didn’t she act spoiled with him or ask for a hug?
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