My Child and I Married a Billionaire novel Chapter 271

Chapter 271: Chapter 271: Let’s See Your Bazi

So what did he mean by that?

’No giving them to guys, but girls are okay?’

’So many rules just for one of his snacks. What a pain.’

Cecelia Archer ate two spicy chicken legs in the car. When she got out, she obediently left the rest of the snacks behind, only stuffing two chicken legs and a carton of milk into the pockets of her down jacket.

"I won’t give any to guys, don’t worry. They’re just for Grandma King. She didn’t eat lunch today. You wouldn’t have the heart to let an old woman like her go hungry, would you?"

Damien Vaughn: "..."

The two of them carried two large bags of clothes upstairs. Everyone was surprised that President Vaughn was so considerate, having personally gone out to buy clothes for them. They cheerfully took the clothes to divide among themselves.

Cecelia Archer took the clothes and snacks meant for Grandma King to her bedside.

"I’m back. Have you been waiting long? I brought you two chicken legs and a carton of milk. Go on, eat up. The chicken legs are cold, but they were braised beforehand so they’re super tender. You’ll definitely be able to chew them."

Cecelia Archer helped unwrap one and held it to Grandma King’s lips. Grandma King took a bite. It tasted great, and she thanked Cecelia profusely.

"Delicious, delicious! Thank you, Luna."

"You’re welcome. But I didn’t buy them. If you want to thank someone, thank our boss. He’s the one who bought you clothes, too."

Just as she finished speaking, Damien Vaughn walked in.

Grandma King looked at the tall, young, and handsome Damien Vaughn, and the expression on her face grew even more touched.

"You brought so much food, and you bought me clothes... This is... this is..."

Afraid she might feel burdened, Cecelia Archer said with a smile,

"It’s not just for you; everyone got some. Don’t worry about it. Please, eat up."

Grandma King’s eyes welled up. Instead of eating, she started wiping away tears.

"What has my life come to? I have my own son and grandson, yet I have to rely on you two to care whether I live or die..."

Cecelia had heard her story before, back when she was staying at Grandma King’s house.

Her son was the first person in their village to get into university. She had been so proud of him back then.

But ever since he found a job and settled down elsewhere, he rarely came back.

Later, after he got married and had a son, Grandma King considered moving to the city to live with them and help look after her grandson. But her daughter-in-law had issued a harsh ultimatum: if she dared to come, she would divorce her son. So, she never went, and to this day, she doesn’t even know what her grandson looks like.

Cecelia inwardly despised this son who was worse than an animal, but not wanting to add to Grandma King’s sorrow, she could only comfort her by saying that life in the city was stressful, that it wasn’t easy to support a family, and that her son would surely come back to visit when he had time.

So many years had passed, and Grandma King claimed she had long since come to terms with it. Cecelia hadn’t expected her to cry over it today.

Cecelia didn’t know how to comfort her, so she could only pat her shoulder in silence.

After crying for a moment, Grandma King composed herself again.

"Look at me. I have food, drink, and new clothes, why on earth am I crying? Don’t mind an old woman like me. Come, come, young man, have a seat."

Damien Vaughn hated it when people cried more than anything, especially when it was a woman.

When he saw Grandma King start to tear up, he almost turned around and walked out. He didn’t expect her to recover so quickly.

He sat down next to Cecelia with a blank expression. Grandma King watched them both with a benevolent look on her face.

"He’s your husband, isn’t he? Luna, I was always wondering—you’re so beautiful, so capable, and so kind-hearted, what kind of man could possibly be worthy of you? The moment I saw him on the plane, I understood. It’s true what they say, ’every pot has its lid.’ He’s the perfect one for you."

"Just look at him. The young man is so handsome and sturdy. Just like you, the more I look at him, the more I like him."

Cecelia Archer: "..."

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