The first meeting was at a small bar. A friend nudged his arm, smiling somewhat suggestively: A woman like Daisy Ginger should be kept in a vase, constantly admired, and toyed with at any moment.
At that time, she seemed to be drunk and was persuaded by her friend to take to the dance floor and perform a dance.
He propped up his face, watching the glamorous woman with casual indifference under the dazzling lights.
Daisy Ginger.
The name is spicy enough.
The figure.
Also spicy enough.
*
Banyan City’s young Master Wen, afflicted with a severe illness, was deemed by doctors at birth to not live past the age of thirty. He lived capriciously up to the age of twenty-five, never imagining he’d encounter such a dilemma in his lifetime—if he were to die, what would happen to the little demon at home who creates chaos and mischief without his protection, and ends up bringing harm upon herself when he’s no longer there to shield her?

Perhaps, what one cannot escape from is one's own heart.


Daisy Ginger hung up the phone and looked down at Erin Ginger.


Erin stood beside her, with a face astonishingly similar to Edward Stephens, his cold expression tinged with a bit of unease.


Daisy bent down, holding Erin's small body in her arms, and slowly closed her eyes.


She didn't know why, but her heart felt somewhat heavy.


Erin softly called out to her, Daisy looked up at the child and gently said, "Let's go back upstairs."


Ryan Smith seemed somewhat surprised when he saw her returning with Erin.


He was standing at the doorway smoking, and as soon as he saw her, he put out the cigarette and walked up to her.


Daisy asked in a low voice, "How is he now?"


"Just came out of the operating room, no major issues," Ryan paused and looked at her, "He's in the ward getting a blood transfusion now, the doctors and nurses are inside. You can go in a bit later."


Chapter 650 - The one thing you can’t escape is your own heart