"Adrian’s daughter, even if she never puts in any effort in this lifeti, can have a great life.
Even if she squanders money and is extravagant, I have enough money for her to waste;
If she is spoiled and willful, I can find her a man who will tolerate her whims!"
"..."
"I only have one daughter, she can obviously live so easily, but you always create so much pressure for her, as if not studying or working hard ans she’ll die..."
"If she doesn’t study or work hard, how can she take over Eastminster Group in the future? With the way she is, can she really be the head of a group?"
Adrian sneered, "That’s not up to you to decide. Even if she shares your surna, if my daughter doesn’t want to inherit Eastminster Group in the future, you can’t force her.
It’s just a little Eastminster Group, my daughter won’t even care about it."
Sienna Johnson was about to get up, but Adrian held her waist tightly, "Stopped talking? Can’t argue with anymore, so now you want to leave, are you going to give the silent treatnt again?"
"Let go of , I don’t want to deal with you!"
Sienna tried to pry Adrian’s hands away from her waist, but she couldn’t budge him at all.
"Can’t you stop being so stubborn? I can let Curly be willful in life, and I can let you live willfully too.
Sienna, can’t you stop living so stressfully? Thinking so much about everything, worrying so much?"
"I’m not Jayce, I grew up in an orphanage, my father died early, so many things I have to rely on myself.
If I don’t work hard, I can’t live a good life,
If I’m not disciplined, I can’t succeed."
"But you have !"
"..."
"You have , even if you don’t work hard, I can make sure you live a good life; if you’re not disciplined, I can make you succeed."
Sienna choked up, unable to speak.
"Sienna, are you afraid that your daughter will like and not like you in the future?"
"Isn’t that already what’s happening now?
You’re always giving diamonds, leopards, Persian cats, practically just short of plucking stars and the moon from the sky for Curly.
On the contrary, I’m the poor, fierce mom who can’t give her anything but scold her all day."
"You’re overthinking it."
"..."
"You’re really overthinking it."
"..."
"Sienna, I know you’re a woman with quirks, but I didn’t expect you to be so quirky."
Sienna felt extrely wronged, like her efforts always went unappreciated.
Adrian gently cupped her face and kissed her, "I love you, and Curly loves you too... stop overthinking.
You see, even if you hit , scold , I still can’t leave you.
That bright girl Curly knows you’re doing it for her good."
"..."
"Alright, alright, I just finished coaxing your daughter, don’t start crying in front of , look, my shoulders are still wet."
Originally not intending to cry, Sienna sheds tears upon hearing that, turning her face away so Adrian couldn’t see.
"Can you please stop crying? I’ll let you punish however you want."
What’s the big deal, first the little one finished crying, now the big one.
Sally brought a cushion and a box of tissues and placed them on the stone table, then quickly left with her head down, avoiding eye contact.
Adrian took a tissue to wipe her tears, Sienna looked stunning even while crying, with tears rolling down from her pretty eyes without smudging her mascara.
Sienna’s expression suddenly turned serious, "Curly’s howork must be redone! Everyone must write a written reflection. Yours needs to be 1.5 thousand words, Curly’s 600 words..."
"..."
"Submit it to next week!"
Adrian: ...
Sienna wiped her tears away, stood up, once more assuming the deanor of a decisive and forceful woman; the fragile, grieving woman who had nestled in Adrian’s arms seed as if she had never existed.
Adrian sat there dumbfounded, unable to process for a good while.
A 1.5 thousand-word reflection?
He honestly didn’t have the literary talent. Otherwise, when he was pursuing Sienna back in the day, he would’ve long since started writing love letters like everyone else.
"Sienna, can the punishnt be more violent?"
Sienna stood a short distance away, turning to Adrian, "I follow the way of a gentleman, I use words and not violence."
"..."
"1.5 thousand-word reflection! Adrian, if you can’t write it, you might as well go back to Flower and Fruit Mountain!"
Adrian: ...
...
In Curly’s room, the father and daughter sighed in unison.
"Dad, I can’t write it."
"I can’t write it either."
"So what do we do?"
"I don’t know either."
Curly said, "They have ghostwriting services on the online marketplace, maybe we could find soone there to write it for us."
Adrian looked at Curly and said, "Do you know why we were punished to write a reflection?"
"Mom said it was because I was trying to take shortcuts." Curly said softly, lowering her head.
"So do you think going to the online marketplace to buy two reflection papers is taking a shortcut?"
"Yes."
"Then are you still going to find soone online to write it for us?"
Curly shook her head, Adrian patted her head and said, "Even if we don’t write it well, as long as we show a good attitude, your mom will forgive us.
If we go and find soone to write it for us, with your mom’s personality, she might just send us both packing back to Flower and Fruit Mountain.
My son is about to be born, and I don’t want to go back to Flower and Fruit Mountain."
"My brother is about to be born, and I don’t want to go back to Flower and Fruit Mountain either."
"Then let’s write it."
"Okay."
...
After two hours, both of them had pulled out quite a bit of hair, but the result was still a dismal ss.
"Dad, how many words have you written?" Curly really couldn’t write anymore.
"Three hundred words."
"..."
"How about you? How many words have you written?"
"53 words."
Adrian: ...
Curly: ...
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