Chapter 88 - Kidnapping (1/2)

Translator: Lionwwang  Editor: Lionwwang

There are more than six million in the bank account. It really feels good.

I drive all the way back, and although these guys try to make me pay through the nose, listing out all the most expensive restaurants, I just insist on go back home.

At first, they don’t agree, but I don’t care so much. These monies are in my account. Do these animals want to take it out? Hum!

Moreover, Didi’s cooking skills are also attractive. We come home just before noon. Didi listened to my words in the morning and went to buy a lot of food back. When we enter the door, we hear the sounds of cooking coming down from the kitchen. Azle just enters the door, when he sees little money grubber, his eyes are lighting up and is about to hug her. But he suddenly sees Amy is holding a kitchen knife in her hand. He quickly puts down his hands and makes a polite appearance.

It’s really a comfortable thing to have a girl like Didi at home. She’s the kind of housekeeping girl, virtuous and gentle. We just sit down in the living room. She has brought tea like a hostess. Seeing such a gentle beauty is busy in the kitchen, Azle can’t help sighing: “Oh, this is the real good woman.”

I nod and say sincerely: “Yes, a good woman is able to be graceful in the drawing room and skillful in the kitchen. She must be virtuous, good at housekeeping. Didi is such a good wife candidate. Men all want to marry such a woman!”

These words are annoyed a person aside. Jojo looks slightly unnatural and gives me a sidelong look: “What’s wrong? Do women have to be good at cooking?”

I shake my head: “Not necessarily. But for most of men, the most desirable wife is a woman who can cook and do housework.”

Azle interrupts: “It’s much better than marry a woman who you would rather live ten years less.”

Wood’s brief correction: “Twenty years.”

Jojo is furious when she hears the words, but then suppressing her anger forcibly and saying: “Who says I can’t cook! Hum! Just open your dog eyes today!”

Then she goes straight to the kitchen, grabs the kitchen knife from little money grubber’s hand, and starts chopping the potatoes.

5 minutes past, Amy comes out and announces that the shredded potatoes have been turned into mashed potatoes.

The three of us in living room are laughing wildly.

Actually, I don’t think it’s necessary for Jojo to do this. We’re not talking about her. She is not the kind of woman who can do housework by nature. She should be the kind of who’s talking with excitement and eyes open, raising legs to kick people with anger. Just not the style to dress up as a housewife.

When the three of us are chatting and smoking, the worst thing happens. When Jojo is washing plates and preparing to pack meals, we hear the sounds of the plate smashing in the kitchen. I rush in the kitchen to drag her out and beg her: “Please hold your hand up! There are only few plates in my house. If you break them all, we’ll have to eat with the pot at noon.”

She is also very reluctant, shouting in a huff: “What garbage plates do you have in your house! Too easy to break! Buy the plastic one next time!”

“OK! OK! OK! I’ll replace all with the stainless-steel plates later!” I say with a rueful smile, “You just stay here for a tea break.”

“No!” Miss Jojo seems determined today to give full play of her virtuous virtues and insists on replace DIdi to cook, which frightens Azle to fight hard to stop her anyway.

Looking at Azle’s panic, I don’t pay much attention at that time. Later, I learn how powerful Jojo’s means are.

Azle and Jojo knew each other earlier than me. He told me that Jojo used to feed the pets before.

At first, she raised a very valuable white-haired Samoyed with good pedigree. In less than a week, the dog was starved to the bone.

It’s not that she abused the dog and refused to feed it. But she was so kind to that dog that she insisted to cook for it herself. As a result, the poor Samoyed only lasted for only a week and vomited anything it had eaten. Jojo had to send it away with tear.

Later, someone brought her a little pye-dog from the countryside. This kind of dog is famous for its vitality, toughness, uncompromising food and exmobileent survival ability.

As a result, this time it took a longer time. Two weeks later, Jojo found the veterinarian with the puppy in her arms. Fortunately, the veterinarian’s skillful hand brought back the puppy’s life. The dog is said to have eaten what Jojo made and not vomiting. But it shitted whatever it ate. It shitted almost the same thing as ate!

Now, Jojo’s family still keeps a pet: A turtle.

So, when Azle hears that Jojo is trying to go cooking, he is so scared that he grabs her and says with pretended calm: “Jojo, don’t go, let’s sit here and chat.”

“No, I don’t want to talk. I’m going to cook! Your Miss Jojo is also to be graceful in the drawing room and skillful in the kitchen!”

“Well, this… Shall we play cards? Or we may video games! Little 5 has video game machine here. Let’s play The King of Fighters!” Azle is draging Jojo and dares not to let her go.

“No!” Jojo refuses, “I want to cook!”

Azle’s eyes are rolling: “Then we toss a coin to decide!”

Then he pulls out a coin: “Guess, the front or the back of the coin. If it’s the front, we’ll play cards! If it’s the opposite, we’ll play video games!”

Jojo is stunned: “What about cooking?”

Azle sighs: “If the coin is thrown to stand up on its edge, let you cook.”

Try every possible way to persuade, Jojo finally makes a salad as a declaration. In the dinner, I shamelessly put this salad in front of Azle.

Didi’s cooking skill is exmobileent. Such kind of gentle girl is almost rare than the panda nowadays. I can meet such a good girl, it can only be said that my character is really excellent.

At the table, Didi and Amy finally can’t help asking me what makes me so happy today. I tell them about the lottery winning and take out two bank cards and the newspaper with the winning number.

“Damn!” Amy is screaming, jumping up like a mechanical spring. She almost overthrows the table, staring at me and says: “You… Do you really win the lottery?!”

“En Hum!”

“More than 8 million? Do you really win more than 8 million prizes?” Little money grubber has small stars in her eyes.

“To be precise, we have won more than eight million.” I smile and say, “You forgot? One of the lottery tickets was bought and filled with your birthday number. This one won the second prize, total 460,000. After deducting the tax, all in this card.”

I push the bank card which I have prepared to her. She looks so surprised that almost faint.

Looking at her somewhat confused appearance, Azle and Jojo beside her are squinting. Looking at these two hooligans, they seem to be waiting for little money grubber to faint, so that they can go to give her artificial breathing at once.

Wood is still eating, as if everything has nothing to do with him. Didi is sitting next to me. Her eyes are shinning, although they are also full of the joyness, but do not show excessive excitement. Her eyes are flickering as if they can speak. She asks me in a low voice: “Brother Little 5, is it true? Do you really become so rich?”

I blink: “Exactly. It seems that I got a relationship with lottery tickets. Didn’t you see it once last time?”

She has a gentle smile on her face. I put my hand under the table and gently grasp her little hand. In a soft voice, I say to her: “I will have more money in the future. As for you, you can stay at home and be a servant girl who specializes in serving me.”

She’s smiling shyly, but arguing: “I… I’m not a servant girl!”

I laugh and pinch her little hand: “You’re not a servant girl, you’re my darling mistress, OK?”

My words make Didi’s head drooping. Amy is still holding the bank card in a daze. Then she suddenly sighs, looking at the card in her hand deeply, and puts it back to me. The expression on her face is unprecedented serious: “Chen Yang, take it back.”

“What?” I am stunned.

There is no joke on her face at all. She looks serious and says: “I like money very much, but this is not mine. I like to take advantage of you a little, who let you be a big man? But although I like money, only take what I deserve! If it’s my hard-earned money, you can’t owe me any penny. But I don’t want any of the money that I shouldn’t have taken.”

I laugh and say: “It’s not that exaggerated. Amy, didn’t we say that I had given that lottery ticket to you.”

Amy is shaking her head again: “Chen Yang, when I accepted this lottery ticket from you the other day. I didn’t think you would win the lottery. I thought it was only a little joke you played with me. I thought if it could win ten or twenty is already fine. As your friend, this would be for fun. But now, it’s such a large amount, I can’t accept.”

When Amy sees I still want to keep persuading, she refuses firmly: “Chen Yang, take it back. I like money, but I don’t take all kind of the money. My mother told me since my childhood that once a girl accepts other people’s money casually, it would be the beginning of her degeneration!”

I am really shocked.

To be honest, I didn’t expect Amy to have such a strong side. Originally in my impression, she is a typical small money fan, but I never thought this girl is so principled!

Looking at the firm expression on her face, I take back the bank card on the table slowly. I think and say: “OK, Amy, I’ll take back the money. But I didn’t expect that you would be so generous. Alas, you would quarrel with me for only ten or twenty in normal times, but you don’t want the hundreds of thousands of monies in front of you at this moment.”

She turns her eyes: “That’s because you don’t understand my noble sentiments! And, I don’t want your money, but you won such a big prize, you need to show a good performance! You have to send me a gift! No more lottery tickets to fool me this time!”

Naturally, I promise her.