Jasmine sleeps through the whole afternoon. When she wakes up, it's already dark outside. Being not
fully awake, she straights herself up and sits on the bed.
Looking around, she remembers that this is Pehry's house.
For a long time, she hasn't been sleeping so well and now she feels her whole body has loosen up.
She checks on her phone—it's 5:30 pm. He hasn't finished work yet.
Her mouth is dry, so she gets up and is planning to get some water downstairs.
With her slippers on, she walks to the living room on the first floor. The doorbell rings, as she is getting
some warm water out of the machine which sits in the corner of the dining room.
She is a little stunned and pauses there with the cup in her hand. Who will be here ... at this time?
She holds her breath and carefully walks towards the door. Through the peeping hole, she checks
outside the door.
There is an old man in a dark Chinese suit, surrounding by three huge body guards. He has grey hair
and is standing up right in front of the door with a delicate rosewood cane in his hand.
This strange person makes Jasmine a little nervous. She has been over Pehry's house many times but
has never met any other visitors here.
Other than the cooks or helpers, Pehry is as if living his entire life by himself.
Only the ones who are close to him know exactly where he lives and can open the front gate of the
garden.
Is he someone senior from the family?
With this thought on her mind, she gets even more nervous. Looking down on her body, though she is
wearing a full-sleeved long night dress, this isn't decent enough for such an occasion.
Just as Jasmine is wondering whether to go upstairs and change her clothes, the doorbell rings again.
It sounds like they are getting impatient.
She has no other choice but to open the door now.
The old gentleman is in his 60s and giving people a pressing feeling. By only standing there and
looking at her, she feels like under interrogation.
"Good ... evening, are you looking for Pehry?" Jasmine makes a bow and greets him politely.
"I'm not looking for him." He said softly. His voice was so deep and gives a noble feeling.
"Then who are you looking for?"
"I'm looking for you."
Looking for her?!
Jasmine raises her eyes and stares into his. Those eyes are deep and formidable. So she quickly looks
away.
"Please, come in!"
He looks at her indifferently and doesn't care much about what she is wearing. He gives people a calm
and lofty impression which emerges from deep inside him. It makes her almost unable to look at his
face.
He is overwhelming.
Just by sitting quietly there, he gives people an oppressive impression. Obviously, he is no ordinary
man.
"Do you want some tea?" Jasmine says and is about to fetch the tea set from the kitchen.
"There is no need. Do you know who I am?" He says.
Jasmine nods and then quickly shakes her head, "You must be related to Pehry."
"I'm his grandfather."
So it's Grandpa.
Jasmine puts her hands on the knees and looks so tense. Then she asks, "Is there anything I can do
for you?"
Judging from her look, he knows that she is very young, and must be under 20. He feels nothing
special about her childlike face. Except for one thing, her eyes are filled with perseverance which is so
odd to see in her age.
This girl looks determined and knows what she wants.
He hunches over the cane and slightly moves his head, and asks, "Are you dating my grandson now?"
Hearing that, Jasmine blushes almost instantly. This is not just a friend but Pehry's grandfather.
She replies with extra cautiousness, "Well, we only start dating recently, so we haven't noticed the
family."
He nods and snorts lightly. He didn't plan to visit here so soon, and didn't make the decision until he
found out that Pehry was busy helping her family.
Things are going a little too far, so he must do something now.
"So I will be very blunt," he says straightforwardly and clearly, "I don't approve of this, neither does this
family. We have planned for his marriage long before. And I have checked your background, you must
know better than me that you are not qualified to be with my grandson. To avoid further problems,
today I am here asking you to break up with him. "
His words flow so quickly without any stop, which stuns her.
All her nervous feeling and respect for this old gentleman are gone. She even feels resistance for
respecting him from the beginning.
He has checked her background and comes over to show his hand. Clearly, he doesn't care how she
feels.
Jasmine takes a deep breath. The smile on her face is fading and changes into a formal expression.
After all, this is his grandpa, so she must show some respect.
"I'm not sure how to call you. I guess I will just call you Mr. Alfred." She stops and checks if he is ok
with this, then she continues, "I am not sure how you see about us, but we choose each other for the
sole reason of love, and our feelings for each other is true. Therefore, it's beyond our control whether to
be together or be apart."
Since we choose to be together, we are the ones responsible to run this relationship. No others should
have anything to do with it, not to mention, asking us to break up.
To Mr. Alfred, her words are like a joke. He never believes in the so-called 'true love'.
There is nothing indestructible, only if the conditions weren't attractive enough.
Thus, he says, almost disdainfully, "Make your request."
Jasmine is tongue-tied. For a few seconds, she doesn't know how to respond and wonders why he
could ask such a thing at this time.
Looking at the disdain and ridicule on his face, she gets it.
For some reason, Jasmine wants to laugh. The plot in the TV series actually happens in her life.
Unbelievable!
Just as she is about to refute him, the door opens again, and Pehry shows up. She follows the sound
and looks towards the hallway, and instantly she feels a lump in her throat.
"Pehry..."
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