Chapter 889: Chapter 889: I Want to Have a Son Chapter 889: Chapter 889: I Want to Have a Son “You might as well not bother with dieting, you’ve been working so hard recently, getting up early to study and staying up late to do problems, it breaks my heart.”
Ann Nolan patted her little head, just like an older sister from next door.
“It’s okay, effort always pays off, right?” Jasmine Yale propped her chin and looked at her.
“Mhm.” Ann nodded.
Whether it’s studying or working, effort always pays off.
But… what about love?
Ann tugged at the corners of her lips, suppressing her emotions, refusing to dwell on that question.
Her eyes shone like the clear, pure light of a bright moon, and a serene smile always lingered on her face.
“Let’s take another photo, and include this ugly doll in it.”
Jasmine put the small doll in front of her chest and lifted the cara.
Ann smiled cooperatively, and the shot was captured.
“Upon a closer look, this doll isn’t that ugly. Hmm… it’s ugly-cute, ugly-cute, haha.” Jasmine held her phone, laughing especially happily, “I’ll edit the picture.”
It had been a long ti since she felt this free and easy-to-eat out.
This feeling… it had been missed.
These past few months, she had lived under great repression, suppressing her emotions, her feelings, her very nature.
The only joy was probably Little Chale.
She almost believed she would never laugh again.
Inside Sylvan Cheney’s world were darkness and entanglents she couldn’t see until she delved deep enough to realize how terrifying they were.
She didn’t want to return to those days.
When it was pitch-black.
Jasmine Yale busied herself with her phone, editing photos and creating a collage to post on her social dia.
The hotpot restaurant was bustling with good business, people coming and going, many of them in families.
They didn’t choose a private room but sat in the lively area, watching the people pass by and feeling quite uplifted.
Jasmine preferred this kind of down-to-earth atmosphere over anything pretentious.
Similarly, she didn’t fit in with the high and mighty; she understood her own nature and aspirations crystal clear.
“Ann, look at that little girl, she’s so pretty,” Jasmine pointed to a girl near the cashier.
Ann Nolan lifted her head, “Yes, she’s beautiful.”
“Ann, let’s both have daughters in the future, I think if two little girls walked together, they would look so pretty,” Jasmine said dreamily, supporting her cheek.
She had newfound hope for the future.
It didn’t feel as hopeless as before.
She was still truly young.
Young enough to have just started life, with plenty of ti to begin anew and chase happiness.
“No way, I want a son, to sweep your girl off her feet,” Ann blinked mischievously, grinning, “If the little girl is like you, she’ll definitely be very easy to trick. Maybe all it would take is a lollipop to win an adorable daughter-in-law.”
“Ann, you’re picking on ! Do I look easy to trick?”
“Not exactly easy to trick, more like… particularly easy to trick!”
“You’re still mocking , you’re bad,” Jasmine clicked her tongue.
Even the kind Ann was picking on her now.
The hotpot restaurant was filled with tempting aromas, noisy and bustling.
The din was loud, boisterous, and spirited.
Before long, the extrely spicy pot Jasmine ordered arrived, steaming with a layer of red chili oil and peppers on the surface, thoroughly aromatic!
“Ann, want to drink?” Jasmine suddenly asked.
“Sure, are you treating ?”
“Yeah, I want to drink too, it’s been a while since I had any alcohol.”
“Hmm…” Ann supported her chin, pondering for a mont, “How about we start with so beer, and later go to a bar to continue drinking?”
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