Chapter 265: Chapter 265: Sharp-Tongued Girl
Imagining Adrian Law climbing a tree in her mind, Cecilia Vaughn couldn’t help but laugh out loud.
Forgive her mischievous little thoughts, she just wants to see Adrian Law make a fool of himself.
After all, this man is usually dressed in a suit, cold as an iceberg, even when he smiles at her it feels cunning, as if everything is under his control.
If she could discover Adrian’s ordinary side, wouldn’t that be interesting?
...
"Picking jujubes?"
Adrian was stunned for two seconds, he looked up at the jujube tree, about three meters high, with some hesitation in his voice.
"Cecilia, I don’t know who planted this jujube tree here, but no one has ever eaten from it, it might not be edible."
Cecilia Vaughn looked at him with curved, smiling eyes, deliberately acting coquettish.
"I want to eat jujubes, I don’t care, I want you to climb up and pick them."
She was originally mimicking Rosalind White on purpose by using the word "I" to disgust Adrian, but as soon as she spoke, Cecilia found herself feeling goosebumps.
Oh dear, maybe she isn’t suited for this cute and playful approach.
The man looked at Cecilia helplessly.
"You don’t have to climb up to pick them, you can just use a long pole to knock them down."
Cecilia didn’t expect Adrian to even know how to knock jujubes down. Wasn’t it said that city kids have no common sense?
Cecilia simply clung to the man’s arm unreasonably, blinking her big eyes, trying to change Adrian’s mind.
"What’s the fun in using a pole to knock them down? Surely the jujubes you personally climb up to pick for me will be sweeter!"
Is there any fundamental difference between knocking jujubes down and picking them?
"If you don’t climb up to pick them for me, I’ll just find someone else..."
Cecilia narrowed her almond eyes, proudly threatening.
And Adrian chuckled softly, his voice low like the strings of a lute, the seductive undertone almost made Cecilia’s heart tremble.
"Alright then, I’ll satisfy you, Mrs. Law."
Cecilia’s face turned red, not knowing why, hearing the title Mrs. Law always gave her an inexplicable feeling of shame, as if Adrian had marked her as his own.
While she felt embarrassed, she unexpectedly saw Adrian handsomely take off his alpaca coat and lay it on the ground, revealing the pure white shirt underneath.
Uh, white shirt, black trousers, black shoes, it seemed even more abstinent and serious.
With this outfit for tree climbing, really okay?
"Adrian, if you really can’t climb up, it’s okay, just admit defeat to me."
Cecilia smiled with her hands on her hips, wanting to see Adrian lower his head to her for once, but who would have thought, the man moved with lightning speed, his long legs pushed off, and with a swift flip, he was over the courtyard wall.
The way he jumped over the wall was graceful and elegant to the extreme, like shooting a martial arts action movie.
And in front of the wall was the jujube tree, although unreachable directly from the ground, it was much easier than climbing up from the bottom.
"..."
Cecilia was speechless, so this also works!
Hmph, just can’t believe he’d still look elegant climbing a tree!
Cecilia stared at Adrian without blinking, just wanting to see him show a bit of embarrassment, but Adrian’s movements were much better than she imagined, he could even hold onto the jujube tree with one hand, lighter than a spirit monkey, quickly climbing to the top.
Cecilia’s heart tightened, she originally thought Adrian, a city person, wouldn’t know how to climb a tree and would admit defeat, who knew he would actually climb to the top!
"Adrian, be careful!"
The thought of seeing him embarrassed faded, leaving Cecilia only full of worry.
"It’s okay, Cecilia, don’t be afraid," Adrian leaned against the tree trunk, the sunlight sprinkled through the gaps in the leaves, half-illuminating his white shirt.
For a moment, Cecilia almost thought she saw the legendary Elven Prince, so noble and elegant, as if already transcending the mundane world.
"Cecilia, step back a bit, so you don’t get hit by falling jujubes."
Adrian saw Cecilia in a daze and quickly reminded her gently, then began picking the winter jujubes from the tree.
The alpaca coat he laid out on the ground earlier was what he intended to use to catch the jujubes.
Adrian’s movements were orderly, even three meters high in the air, he was completely fearless, light as if he were an Immortal not tainted by worldly affairs.
Seeing this scene, Cecilia’s eyes inexplicably heated up. In fact, she started with a playful attitude, never expecting Adrian to actually climb a tree for her.
No heir of any distinguished family would be willing to do such a thing for a woman, right?
Yet Adrian did it with such ease, as natural as flowing water.
...
"There are enough jujubes, Adrian, come down."
Cecilia’s heart was sweet, but suddenly, a loud yell came from her ear.
"Adrian, what are you doing?"
Cecilia was stunned and quickly looked towards the source of the voice, instantly seeing a tall figure.
It was a middle-aged man, with stern eyebrows, somewhat resembling Adrian, with such a majestic appearance. Although age showed on his face, he exuded mature beauty and dashing character.
This must be Adrian’s father, the current chairman of the Law Group, Frank Law?
Cecilia thought for a moment, realizing she couldn’t bring herself to call him dad, and finally, she politely smiled without losing courtesy.
"Uncle Law, I’m Cecilia Vaughn, Adrian is picking jujubes for me, please don’t misunderstand, I’ll have him come down right away."
"Who asked you?"
Frank Law gave Cecilia a stern glance, instantly sensing she wasn’t a peaceful character.
"Having your husband climb a tree, Miss Vaughn, you’ve really opened my eyes!"
"A distinguished family heir should be studying to govern a country, discussing economic affairs, yet here he is toiling like a farmer for a woman!"
Hearing Frank’s blunt words, Cecilia immediately showed displeasure.
"Uncle Law, I respect you as Adrian’s father, as an elder, but I must point out, your words are very wrong, what’s wrong with being a farmer? Not to mention three generations, even looking further back, if there wasn’t a single farmer in ten generations of your Law Family, I wouldn’t believe it."
"Moreover, farmers provide us with food, clothing, and shelter, why should they be despised?"
"You, what a sharp-tongued girl—"
Frank frowned sternly, about to say more, suddenly seeing Adrian deftly leap from the treetop to a mid-section branch, then flipping onto the wall, agile and jaw-dropping.
In just three or five seconds, he was right in front of them.
"Father."
Adrian gave a slight nod to Frank, then directly handed the alpaca coat filled with jujubes to Cecilia.
Seeing this, Frank was furious, shaking his head in utmost disappointment.
"Adrian, how can you be swayed by a woman!"
To be above others, how can you allow a weakness? How can you tolerate a woman acting high and mighty over you?
