Chapter 245: Chapter 243: Sister Qi: Bitten by a Wolf, Jing Ye’s Plan
Julian Sia took in her defeated expression, adding a touch of warmth.
His deep, resonant voice stretched out, tinged with teasing.
"It seems Claire agrees with what I said."
"I’ll just pretend I got bitten by a wolf, as long as brother is happy."
Claire Green’s eyes turned red, a wild and wicked smile on her lips.
The next second.
The man’s eyes flickered, his warm fingertips ambiguously grazing her face, looking at her with meaningful eyes.
His lips curled teasingly, like a lover’s whisper, seemingly capable of making her ears throb, "Whether or not it’s a wolf, Claire will understand someday."
Claire Green froze in place.
Reacting in less than a second, her previously calm face suddenly flushed with agitation.
This dog-like demeanor, is he sure he hasn’t been involved with women before?
As if he understood the meaning behind her expression, Julian Sia lazily remarked, "Some things become second nature when I meet Claire."
Claire Green: "..."
You are indeed great.
The girl resisted the urge to smile, speaking casually, "If so, shouldn’t brother pay some tuition fees?"
Who knew.
Just after speaking, the man in front of her smiled even more deeply, and his voice carried amusement, "If you want the family assets, Claire should consider giving me some status."
Julian Sia’s gaze was leisurely, but he was internally contemplating that the idea of status indeed needed to be prioritized.
The little girl teases him every day; once the status is settled, other things will naturally follow.
Facing his gaze, for some reason Claire Green felt a chill down her spine, and then her eyes moved slightly, wondering if this guy was scheming something.
Soon.
She laughed lightly, "To get status, brother should go back to sleep."
The implication being, in dreams one can have anything.
Julian Sia’s lips raised upon hearing that.
Just at this moment.
Explosive fireworks burst in the sky.
Brilliant and dazzling.
And Claire Green was looking with a smile at the face so close in front of her, feeling a sudden sting on her lips.
Downstairs.
Isabella Xyler caught sight of the scene upstairs, excitedly grabbing John Sinclair’s arm.
Internally screaming like a groundhog.
Kissing under fireworks, what a romantic scene.
"Quick, take a photo with your phone, I want it as my wallpaper." Isabella Xyler urged excitedly.
John Sinclair resisted the urge to remove her hand, resignedly taking out his phone to snap a picture.
Having a girlfriend obsessed with shipping couples, he was quite helpless.
"Wow, is this something I can watch for free?"
Mason Quinn lazily touched his chin, complaining.
Turns out Julian is like this.
Compared to their excitement, Caleb Green’s face was as black as ink at the moment.
Even though he knew their relationship would lead to this sooner or later, seeing it truly happen still stirred an urge to fight.
The cabbage from his family hadn’t even returned home and was about to become someone else’s.
"Brother, do you have a gun?" Benjamin Green asked, his young face taut with a hint of coldness in his childish voice.
"Tsk tsk, you little devil plan to shoot Julian," Mason Quinn squinted, sighing, "How about I give you one?"
Watching the pair whisper their conspiracy, George Xyler was speechless, "Are you certain you want to go down this path? Let me know your preferred coffin color in advance, and I’ll prepare it for you."
With everyone engrossed in conversation, none of them noticed the two upstairs had already separated, looking at them with amusement.
Suddenly.
Claire Green chuckled, her red lips curving up, "Their gifts are still too little, they’re too idle."
Remembering the stack of documents, Julian Sia chuckled in agreement, "Indeed, let’s have Charles Jordan prepare more tomorrow."
The next day.
Isabella Xyler and the others stared at the dense pile of documents on the desk, their faces instantly falling.
Feeling a bad omen rising in their hearts.
Surely these wouldn’t all be for them.
Just then.
A girl’s lazy, mischievous voice sounded from behind, "New Year’s gift, write well."
Upon hearing it.
The three of them instinctively knocked their heads onto the documents.
A while later, they lifted their heads silently.
"Olivia, can I not?" Isabella Xyler tugged at the girl’s arm, trying to act coy.
"Don’t want to write." Claire Green’s gaze scanned across them.
"Yes, yes," they nodded frantically.
"Fine, not now, but it will go together with the back-to-school gift."
Before the words even fully fell.
The three instantly changed their expressions dramatically.
"I’ll write, I’ll go back and do it right away."
"Special New Year’s gifts must be treated with care."
"This is the best gift I’ve received in over a decade."
Each person said a survival-driven sentence, amusing Caleb Green and the others.
Clutching their things, John Sinclair and Sebastian Winn only felt emptied out, remembering the back-to-school gift the girl had mentioned, almost wanting to cry.
Why did they recommend Olivia for tutoring back then, her responsible attitude was unprecedented.
...
"What on earth?"
The echo of disbelief resounded in the spacious living room.
Mason Quinn dazedly nudged the person beside him, "Why do I feel like I experienced auditory hallucinations, otherwise why would I hear Julian asking me how to propose."
This isn’t something he would ask about.
George Xyler also looked shocked, "Honestly, I had the same delusion."
So, they really didn’t hear wrong.
Once Mason Quinn came to his senses, he stared at the man, speaking after a moment, "Julian, given how you are, do you still need to propose?"
Who knew.
The man didn’t miss the chance to feed them ’dog food’ even then.
"Whatever others have, Claire should also have."
The man’s tone was casual, without a hint of a joke.
The living room fell silent for a moment.
After a while.
Mason Quinn spoke seriously, "Generally speaking, proposals have those few processes, but that’s for ordinary people; your girl might be a bit challenging."
She’s not much interested in anything, except for Julian.
Mason’s eyes flashed sharply, suggesting in an annoying way.
"Why not just offer yourself as a gift, that way you propose while bonding deeper."
"Are you thinking life has been too comfortable lately?" Julian Sia’s eyes swept low, a chill settling within.
Mason Quinn’s smile froze, chuckling awkwardly, "I was just joking."
"I believe as long as Julian prepares with heart, she’ll definitely like it." George Xyler touched his chin with confidence.
But it seemed like involving them in strategizing lost the original intent.
Upon hearing.
Julian Sia reflected in his gaze, "Can you both leave now?"
So you called us early just to ask this?
Mason Quinn pouted, "Use and discard, very Julian."
"You’re all talk," George Xyler patted him, "We’ll head out now."
The hall returned to calm.
The man leaned back against the sofa, casual in posture yet deep in thought.
Soon.
He picked up his phone and dialed a number.
"Help me create something."
Perhaps surprised by the words, it took a few minutes before a voice responded on the line.
"Oh wow, when did our Y god start using the word ’help,’ truly rare."
The other person teased with a laughing tone.
The man ignored the comment, speaking unhurriedly, "I’ll send the draft over later, make it quickly."
Still boring as usual.
The person on the other end pouted, "Got it."
I’ll have to see what you plan to create.
Finishing the call, Julian Sia stood up and entered the study.
With long fingers clutching a pen, he meticulously sketched on white paper, soon forming the outline.
After half an hour.
He finished, snapped a photo, and sent it.
[Make it according to this.]