Chapter 312: Chapter 311 Her Child
"You! You little!" The boy’s face turned red, "Ungrateful woman!"
Daisy Ginger teased him with a smile, "Not bad, you even know how to use idioms?"
"I’m never talking to you again!"
The little boy, looking gray and dull, got angry, twisted his bare feet, and ran away quickly.
Daisy Ginger watched him leave with a smile, then leisurely lay back on the chair under the sun and began to fish.
Before long, she started to feel drowsy.
"Your bait’s been taken."
Someone suddenly said near her ear.
Daisy Ginger opened her eyes, just in time to see a fish swim away with her worm. She turned her head and saw the mischievous gaze of the little boy.
Looking at his smug expression, Daisy Ginger supported her face and said, "Why are you so naughty? You saw my bait being taken and didn’t tell me."
"Hmph, why should I tell you? You, who say bad things about me!"
The little boy crossed his arms, still sulking, and spoke to her rudely.
Daisy Ginger looked at him a few times, noticing that since he returned, not only was his face clean, but even the snot always hanging from his nose was wiped away.
She smiled.
"W-What are you doing?" The little boy was embarrassed being stared at by her, somewhat awkwardly turned his head, "You bad woman, are you going to say bad things about me again?"
"Just noticed, you actually look quite cute today." Daisy Ginger lazily attached another worm to the hook.
He liked hearing that.
The little boy squatted down and sat next to Daisy Ginger, watching the lake, curiously asking, "What brings a city person like you to our countryside?"
Daisy Ginger nonchalantly said, "Running for my life."
The little boy got nervous and looked at her, "Did you break the law?"
"Pfft." Daisy Ginger reached out and flicked his forehead without mercy, "Can’t you think of something nicer?"
"Then why did you come here? Living alone, don’t your mom and dad miss you?"
Daisy Ginger propped up her face, looking at the lake, "I don’t have parents."
The little boy looked at her in shock.
"Fairies are born from flower buds, haven’t you seen fairies?"
"!!" He realized he had been tricked again, his little face turned red with anger, glared at Daisy Ginger for a while, then "hmph" with an attitude, started ignoring her again.
Daisy Ginger wasn’t bothered, began fishing one by one.
This lake wasn’t often visited by fishermen, sitting for an afternoon could easily yield a bucketful.
As the sun set in the west, Daisy Ginger put away her fishing rod, handed the bucket to him, and kindly said, "Go tell your grandma to make fish soup for you tonight."
The little boy listened to her much gentler voice than usual, looked up at her face, and for some reason, blushed a little, lightly hmph’d again, took a few steps with the bucket, then turned around, "Hey."
Daisy Ginger was tidying the fishing line, looked at him when she heard.
"Are you coming over to our house for dinner tonight?"
Daisy Ginger smiled, "Mm. I’ll come."
He obviously looked a bit happier, but was too shy to show it in front of Daisy Ginger, quickly turned his head, "Then I’ll tell grandma to cook for one more person!"
Daisy Ginger stood still, watched the child leave, then took the fishing rod and returned to her place.
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The place she lived in was a small wooden house of about eighty square meters.
Apparently, it was also rented to city tourists before, so the decor was better than the average house in town, with a solar-powered water heater in the bathroom, hot water for showers and washing, even with a washing machine and refrigerator, and internet connected.
But as the development here failed to progress, tourists gradually stopped coming, allowing Daisy Ginger to rent it as soon as she arrived.
Daisy Ginger returned to the house and went into the bathroom to wash her face.
Then she went into the bedroom, took out her phone from the drawer, put the battery in, and turned it on.
Since she had already taken out the SIM card, there were no missed calls. Sitting on the bed, Daisy Ginger checked the stock of Ginger Group.
She found that the stock decline had stopped.
If it dropped further, the Gingers would surely go bankrupt.
If it didn’t, it was precariously balanced on the edge of bankruptcy but not yet bankrupt.
Daisy Ginger found it very interesting.
She logged into the backend account to check the current shareholding of Ginger Group.
After she sold off over forty percent of her shares to cash out, although she was still the largest shareholder on record, she only had about forty percent of the shares left.
The remaining sixty percent, as the Ginger Group’s market value evaporated, were already worthless. Some internal shareholders also sold their shares, and this sixty percent were held by retail investors.
Daisy Ginger glanced at it and lost interest, tossed the phone on the bed, and curled up under the covers to sleep.
No matter how she played, she couldn’t compete with the big capitalists.
A listed company with a market value of billions was just like a toy that could be pieced together at will in their hands, what could her efforts amount to?
She couldn’t stop anything.
Just like she couldn’t stop the departure of those around her, she couldn’t stop the collapse of the Ginger Group.
Half-asleep, Daisy Ginger was woken up by someone.
Daisy Ginger opened her eyes to see a little white face.
The little boy had taken a bath, turning into a white radish, exuding a fragrant bath scent.
Daisy Ginger wearily sat up, "How did you get in?"
The little boy took out a thin wire and confidently said to Daisy Ginger, "Just opened the door and came in like this!"
"..." Daisy Ginger looked at the thin wire, then at her wide-open door, feeling a bit powerless, "... Don’t do that again in the future."
"Why?"
"Because I’ll call the police to catch you."
The boy: "..."
"Hmph," he got angry again, "You bad woman, if grandma didn’t ask me to call you for dinner, I wouldn’t have come! Sleeping like a pig!"
Daisy Ginger, having not slept well, was annoyed by his noise, held her forehead powerlessly, "Don’t make a fuss."
"What’s wrong with you?" The boy noticed her complexion, "Are you feeling unwell, should I call a doctor for you?"
Daisy Ginger lifted the covers, got out of bed, her migraine acting up, with no painkillers, she could only endure it.
She poured a cup of cold water, took a sip, "I’m fine. Let’s go, aren’t we going to eat?"
"Are you really okay?"
Daisy Ginger stopped, glanced at his chubby little face, for some reason, suddenly thought of her own quickly lost child.
She didn’t really mind whose child it was, but if there hadn’t been that car accident, that accidental miscarriage, maybe she wouldn’t be so empty now.
Her last blood connection to this world also ended with Alice Lesser’s death.
Alone, solitary.
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