Chapter 600: Chapter 305 This is Simply Torture on Earth
"Hmm, I do appreciate the flattery, but..." He looked at her with a sly smile, gently touching her face: "Too late."
Jane Quinlan felt utterly miserable, really felt like her luck just couldn’t pick a worse time.
What was she thinking, daring to offend this guy?
Kay Forrest was already skilled, and knowing that Jane Quinlan wouldn’t dare to make a sound tonight, he teased her relentlessly.
This nearly drove Jane Quinlan to a breakdown.
Jane decided in her heart that she could never afford to offend this technical expert again in the future.
This was simply... a torture on earth.
After it was all over, Kay Forrest neatly dressed and went out to take a hot shower.
Jane Quinlan walked into the living room and glanced around, no one was there.
If she had known, she would have moaned a bit earlier.
She was really so frustrated that her head hurt.
The next morning, Jane Quinlan lazily got out of bed and found that Kay Forrest was gone.
She put on her clothes and a heavy down jacket and left the room, seeing grandpa drinking morning tea, she greeted him with a ’good morning’.
"Grandpa, have you seen Kay Forrest?"
"Forrest, that kid got up early and went to the market with your mom to buy groceries."
Jane Quinlan smiled speechlessly, her world view shattered; this guy really knows how to make an impression.
Last time he came to win my mom’s approval, and now this again.
She shook her head silently and smiled, heading to the restroom.
Grandpa said, "You should treat him well, I see he’s sincere towards you. Don’t let him down.
In our Quinlan family, there are no heartbreakers."
Jane Quinlan pouted and squatted by the coffee table looking at grandpa: "Grandpa, look at what you’re saying, you make it sound like your granddaughter is some kind of flirtatious woman.
How do you know that Kay Forrest isn’t just pretending to be charming?
Maybe he’s just faking it."
Grandpa, holding a small teapot, shook his head: "Impossible, that boy is clearly a romantic soul.
Probably runs in his roots."
Hearing grandpa say so, Jane Quinlan laughed heartily and stood up, feeling very happy.
"Alright, alright, everyone just take his side."
She tied up her hair and went into the restroom.
When she came out, just then Kay Forrest returned with a basket of groceries accompanied by Mom.
Seeing her awake, Kay Forrest casually rubbed her forehead: "You’re up so early? I thought you’d sleep till noon."
"Hard work is our family’s proud tradition."
Mom playfully slapped her on the butt: "If you were hardworking, there would be no lazybones in this house."
Jane Quinlan rolled her eyes at her mom: "Mom, isn’t there a better way to ridicule your own daughter?
You’re practically tireless in ruining your daughter’s image in front of her future son-in-law.
You’re even harsher than grandpa."
"What about your grandpa?" Mom asked, moving towards the kitchen with the basket.
Grandpa laughed and said: "She’s just indirectly causing trouble.
Ignore her, go cook, Forrest, are you interested in playing a game with me?
"Sure, Grandpa, but don’t let me win today.
Otherwise, Jane Quinlan will scold me."
"Let her. She doesn’t understand the confrontations between men, just ignore her."
"Tsk tsk," Jane Quinlan shook her head discontentedly: "This can’t be a real grandpa, otherwise he wouldn’t let all of you ignore me. You better perform well and defeat my grandpa."
She said and turned around with a hearty laugh to help in the kitchen.
Inside, Mom whispered: "I’m telling you, today our street is buzzing.
Michael Quinlan’s daughter found a rich second-generation boyfriend who’s especially nice to her.
You don’t know how proud I was when I went out with Forrest today."
"Mom, that’s vanity," Jane Quinlan said near her mom’s ear, teasing her.
"What do you know, girl? I used to be envious watching others.
Now the wheel of fortune has turned to me, how could I not boast?
Anyway, it’s all thanks to you, my girl.
You know how many prettier girls there are on this street.
Yet they all married so-so, and even the ones who married well, none are better than you."
Jane Quinlan speechless: "Mom, do you even hear yourself?
Other moms can’t wait to compliment their daughters to the skies when they step out.
Why is your style so unique?
No wonder I’m unattractive, it must be because you weren’t thinking straight when you had me."
Mom slapped her on the shoulder: "Silly girl, all you do is talk nonsense."
I’m already being nice by saying this to you.
Everyone knows Forrest like a fresh flower stuck on cow dung, that’s a fact now.
If he’s not complaining, why are you?
Jane Quinlan tossed the chives she was picking into the basket.
"Oh my, I can’t happily cook with you anymore.
Mom, just admit it, I was picked up by you, right?"
Mrs. Quinlan chuckled: "Didn’t I tell you already?
You were picked up.
When I was throwing out trash, I heard a baby crying from the trash bin.
I got curious, dug around, and picked you up from there."
See, even her mother admits she was picked up, choosing to place her origin at a trash bin.
Jane Quinlan snorted, "You do it yourself, I’m done."
She hugged herself and strolled out to watch Grandpa and Kay Forrest playing chess.
Mrs. Quinlan smiled kindly, feeling really happy for her daughter after hearing from Mr. Quinlan about his conversation with the two kids last night.
Jane Quinlan could have such happiness, truly the heavens have eyes.
Last time, Kay Forrest didn’t go easy on Grandpa at chess; this time he was significantly more restrained.
The first game he discreetly let Grandpa win, the second game he won back, making it a tie.
After breakfast, Mr. Quinlan wanted to go fishing, Kay Forrest said he would join, and naturally, Jane Quinlan accompanied them. There is a natural scenic landscape in the old district of Rongford, very famous for its natural beauty.
Because of the natural scenery, it is favored by fishing enthusiasts.
It was Kay Forrest’s first time here, and even he couldn’t help but marvel.
In this deep winter, there were quite a few people fishing, and importantly, the view was indeed nice, making Jane Quinlan’s praise along the way worthwhile.
Busy all morning, Kay Forrest caught one fish, and Mr. Quinlan caught two.
At noon, they braised all three fish.
After lunch, the family took a nap.
In the evening, the two of them were not eating at home.
So, around three o’clock, they drove out together.
This time, Jane Quinlan didn’t need to borrow a car from her uncle anymore, having Kay Forrest drive made it much more convenient.
The only awkward part was that the car was too eye-catching; wherever they went, people gawked.
In Rongford, a fourth-tier city like this, no one drives such a car.
The two didn’t go to the dinner place first; Kay Forrest took her to a mall.
Jane Quinlan initially thought he was just killing time.
But after a round, she realized he was there to buy a Go set for Grandpa.
"Isn’t Grandpa’s Go set pretty good already?"
"Grandpa said he often plays chess with the old men around our neighborhood in our yard.
I thought of getting him one that’s absolutely cool, let Grandpa also feel happy.
After all, it’s bought by his grandson-in-law, quite face-saving."
Jane Quinlan smiled, quite good at people skills.
"Hey, do you know how Grandpa praised you today?"
"Said I’m as handsome as Pan An?"
"What nonsense, Grandpa said by looking at you he can tell you are a devoted and good man.
I really feel embarrassed to tell Grandpa that you used to have over a dozen girlfriends, a typical heartbreaker."
"Wrong, not just a dozen, adding them all up, it must be a hundred."
"What?" Jane Quinlan glared at him: "Are you serious or kidding?"
Kay Forrest raised an eyebrow, smiling as he put his hand on her shoulder: "Come on, let’s head to the rendezvous. If you perform well in bed tonight, I’ll tell you if it’s true or not."
Jane Quinlan felt it was very likely true, Kay Forrest, this playboy, humph.
At the entrance of the ’bar’, Adriana Golden was waiting in a fiery red down coat.
Seeing the car Kay Forrest was driving, Adriana Golden almost popped her eyes out.
Jane Quinlan got out of the car, Adriana Golden came forward and took her hand: "Oh my, Jane Quinlan, did you win the lottery? No, even winning the lottery couldn’t afford this car."
"What, it’s my boyfriend’s."
As she was speaking, a Volkswagen Passat pulled over.
Rowan Golden and Savannah Golden, the couple, got out of the car.
Seeing Jane Quinlan, Savannah raised her eyebrows, arrogantly supercilious.
Rowan Golden gave Jane Quinlan a couple more glances; Jane Quinlan indeed had become more beautiful recently.
Adriana Golden shook her head upon seeing their car: "Gosh, comparing people can really kill you.
Jane, your boyfriend’s car could buy hundreds of Savannah’s family’s car."
Hearing Adriana Golden say this, Savannah Golden looked incredulously at the Maserati beside her. Is this Jane Quinlan’s car? Impossible, it must be rented.