"He's Sean's assistant." Ming introduced him to me.

I pretended I knew and I responded coldly.

Based on my relationship with Sean, I shouldn't be too polite to his assistant.

Eric also saw that I didn't like him so he didn't talk.

Ming asked him, "are you here to buy things for Sean?"

"Yes, President Jessop has an evening party. He needs a formal suit. The one in the company got dirty by accident, so I came to buy a new one." Eric explained respectfully to Ming.

Ming nodded a little and said nothing more.

I felt relieved.

Sean was busy at night. It meant he wouldn't go home later.

It was good.

The elevator soon descended to the floor of the underground garage. We and Eric went to our respective cars.

Ming drove to James's house.

I was not here for the first time.

But I came here for the first time with Ming.

It was no different here than it was five years ago. The trees were bigger and the flowers were more colorful.

After getting off, I stood on the road and looked at the corner of the yard and said, "I saw you for the first time here."

"I remember." Ming smiled. "You and your sister were fighting."

I was a little surprised by what he said.

Yeah, Molly and I were fighting at that time.

Now Molly was dead and Sean and I were strangers.

It happened six or seven years ago, but in my mind it was like what happened in my last life.

"Let's go and stop thinking about the past." Ming put his hand on my shoulder.

He always knew what I was thinking.

I turned my face and accompanied him into the Jessop family.

The housekeeper was waiting for us at the door. When he saw Ming and I, he said respectfully, "Master is waiting at home."

The others were not there when we went in.

Except for the servants, James was the only one in the huge room.

He sat alone on the sofa in the living room and was dressed in linen.

We hadn't seen each other for five years. He was obviously much older. His eyes were sunken and his mental state was not as good as before.

Seeing Ming and I go in, he stood up excitedly, "Oh, Ming, I finally see you take a girl home before I die."

"Grandpa... Uncle Jessop."

I almost called him Grandpa Jessop, but I thought about my identity and immediately changed it.

But I said it and James obviously heard it. He squinted and smiled and said, "they are the same. It just shows that my Ming is charming."

I smiled awkwardly.

Ming helped James to sit down. "Dad, you said I can't marry someone I don't like. I bring back my favorite now."

"Well, not bad."

James looked at me and looked very satisfied.

James's attitude towards me before and now was quite different.

The servant came to pour tea for Ming and me.

I took a sip of tea. James asked me, "what's your name? How old are you? What do you do? Where are your parents now?"

He asked me a few questions.

"One by one, Dad."

Ming said.

I shook my head and patted his hand. "It's OK." Then I said to James, "Uncle Jessop, my name is Becky. I'm 30 years old. I'm a landscape designer. My parents died in an air crash. I have been following my master all these years."

"Master?"

"Yes, my master is the successor of Traditional Design Gang. I've been learning from him all these years."

I explained it to James.

Maybe because I said my parents died, James felt a little sympathy for me. He looked at Ming and said seriously, "Ming, she has no parents. You have to treat her well!"

"Don't worry. I'll be nice to her."

Ming held my hand with his big hand and his face was firm.

James nodded when he saw it and said to me, "Becky, Ming is gentle but stubborn. He won't let you down, so don't let him down."

"Dad, it's our business. Don't put pressure on her."

Ming said it for me.

He really moved me.

James nodded when he heard it. "I believe in your taste. Becky is a good girl. I hope you have children early!"

"..."

Ming and I looked at each other. I realized that Sean said something about me and him but he didn't mention Lester.

But we didn't go on.

After a while, Michelle, Ming's sister, came.

This was the first time I had seen this woman.

She was wearing a suit and ten centimeter high heels. She had short hair. Although she was fifty years old, she didn't look old.

When she came in, she said to James, "happy holidays."

Then she sat on the sofa and looked at me and asked, "are you Ming's girlfriend?"

"Hello."

Michelle was a strong woman at first sight. Her eyes and tone were oppressive.

If I saw her five years ago, I would flinch. But I wouldn't now.

I didn't respond, so Michelle naturally took a pack of cigarettes out of her pocket and lit one. She looked around and put it back and said to me, "you're young but you're with my brother. You're just looking for a long-term meal ticket."

"I think you misunderstood."

I knew what she thought of me.

Michelle didn't hide the contempt in her eyes. She sneered. "I've seen a lot of women like you. You dress like this to please my dad today. My brother bought you the dress, didn't he? I know that pearl is not cheap. You are too greedy."

"Do you think you are more noble than other women?"

I looked at Michelle.

To be honest, her tone and look of contempt made me angry.

Michelle sat there and took out her cell phone to text. She didn't look up but said, "no, but I must be more noble than a woman who depends on men like you."

"I'm sorry. I have my own job. I don't earn as much as you do, but I earn more than the average person."

I seldom told others how much money I made. It was too vulgar.

But Michelle made me angry.

"Really?" Michelle looked up at me.

"Yes, I am a landscape designer. My master is the successor of Traditional Design Gang. My clothes have something to do with my work. My design charges by area. I make millions of dollars a year. I may not be able to afford a private jet or a yacht or an island, but at least I can make a good living for myself." I paused and added, "more importantly, I don't have rich parents to help me."

I sat on the sofa and straightened up and raised my chin slightly to look at Michelle.

There was no retreat in my eyes.