A Heaven-sent Sweet Child Falls Asking for Hugs-Chapter 100: I’m Mommy’s Little Darling

Beanie could tell from Jasper Ford’s face that he was up to no good. ’He had a very strong feeling that if Ford and Mommy were together, someone would get hurt. And Ford wasn’t a good person...’

"I don’t care! You’re not allowed to sleep with her! Get out!" Beanie pointed at the door.

Jasper Ford’s face was cold. "And you think you can?"

"Of course, I can." Beanie lifted his chin haughtily. ’He was Mommy’s little treasure, so why couldn’t he sleep with her?’

Ford, on the other hand, looked like a total villain. If he hadn’t seen wrong just now, Ford had been bullying Mommy. He had to protect her!

Beanie stood between the two of them, his cheeks puffed out so much they looked ready to pop.

Jasper Ford sighed helplessly, shook his head, and turned to leave. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

Before he left, he didn’t forget to warn Vivian Quincy, "Take good care of him."

"I know." Vivian Quincy nodded. As soon as Jasper Ford was gone, she slammed the door shut.

Beanie hugged Vivian Quincy excitedly. "Mommy, I missed you so much."

Vivian Quincy gently lifted the little guy, placed him on the bed, and said with a hint of reproach, "Why aren’t you wearing any shoes? Aren’t you cold?"

Beanie shook his head. "Not cold at all. Mommy, can I sleep with you tonight? Please?"

"Okay." Vivian Quincy smiled and nodded.

Beanie was overjoyed. He sweetly buried his little face in Vivian Quincy’s arms and whispered, "It’s been so long since I’ve slept with Mommy. I miss the old days. Mommy, when can we leave Crestfall?"

"We’ll go back after we find your daddy," Vivian Quincy said.

Beanie thought for a moment, then nodded firmly. "Okay, I’ll listen to Mommy. Mommy, go take a shower. I’ll wait for you here."

Vivian Quincy’s heart felt warm. She gently tapped the little guy on the forehead and went into the bathroom.

Halfway through her shower, she suddenly heard a noise outside. She thought it was just Beanie playing around, but then someone knocked on the bathroom door. Jasper Ford’s voice came from the other side, "Are you in there?"

Startled, Vivian Quincy quickly turned off the water and clutched a towel to her chest. "Why are you back again? Y-You, get out of here!"

The man sneered, hung something on the doorknob, and turned to leave.

A few minutes later, Beanie ran to the bathroom door. "Mommy, Ford brought you a set of pajamas. They’re hanging on the door. You can get them yourself in a bit."

"Okay." Vivian Quincy breathed a sigh of relief. It was a change of clothes. That was good; she wouldn’t have to wear her daytime outfit and get Beanie’s bed dirty.

After washing up, she smelled fragrant all over. Vivian Quincy sniffed the scent on herself, thinking it was a bit strong. She asked Beanie, "Is it too fragrant?"

"Mhm, Mommy smells so good." Beanie nodded emphatically, his small, round, palm-sized face looking utterly adorable.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Beanie turned his head and asked, "Who is it?"

The butler said with a smile, "Dinner is ready. The Young Master invites you both downstairs to dine."

"Okay!" Beanie happily pulled Vivian Quincy’s hand. "Mommy, let’s go eat! Let me tell you, the chef at Ford’s house makes delicious food."

"Is that so?" Vivian Quincy was a little hungry too, but... she was wearing a very casual set of pajamas. Although they weren’t revealing at all, it still felt a bit awkward to be in her boss’s home dressed like this. ’She wanted to change back into her own clothes.’

Beanie said, "Don’t change, Mommy. It’s just pajamas. It’s not like Ford can see what’s underneath."

Vivian Quincy cleared her throat and, bracing herself, went downstairs with Beanie.

At first, Vivian Quincy was extremely embarrassed and felt somewhat intimidated by Jasper Ford. But as it turned out, he didn’t even glance at her from beginning to end. Dinner was simply dinner; he ate without saying a word.

It was Vivian Quincy’s first time dining at the Ford Family residence. Madam Ford wasn’t present, so it was just the three of them. There were eleven dishes—extravagant and wasteful, just like Jasper Ford himself.

"Young Master, Miss Quincy has arrived," a guard hurried in to report.

The frosty man finally lifted his gaze slowly and said, "I’m not seeing her."

"But Miss Quincy refuses to leave. What should we do?" the guard asked.

Jasper Ford’s icy gaze fell upon Vivian Quincy in her pajamas, and a wicked grin played on his lips. "You go get rid of her."

"Me?" Vivian Quincy was stunned.

Jasper Ford: "Mm."

Vivian Quincy swallowed the food in her mouth and said very seriously, "President, why do I have to be the one to get rid of her?"

"Should I go instead?" the man retorted.

Vivian Quincy nodded with great earnestness. "Of course, you should go. She’s your fiancée, not mine. What can I do out there?"

"Say that again." The man put down his chopsticks, his deep voice laced with a hint of murderous intent.

Vivian Quincy scrambled to her feet. "President, I’ll go get rid of her right now."

Then she bolted, terrified she might get smacked dead on the table by Jasper Ford if she wasn’t careful.

Beanie was worried and couldn’t help but ask, "Ford, can I go out and see?"

"No. Eat your food," Jasper Ford cut Beanie off bluntly.

Beanie let out a soft "oh," turned to glance at the door, and ate absentmindedly.

「...」

Wanda Quincy had been keeping an eye on Vivian Quincy, so she knew Vivian had entered the Ford residence. What Wanda didn’t know was why Vivian had been inside for so long. It wasn’t until she saw Vivian appear in the Ford family’s courtyard, changed into a set of pajamas, that Wanda’s eyes turned red with fury.

She bit her lip so hard it was a wonder it didn’t bleed, driven mad by jealousy. "Vivian Quincy, where are your clothes!"

"My clothes? Upstairs, of course." Vivian Quincy tugged at the pajamas she was wearing with a lazy, disdainful air.

Wanda Quincy was livid. "You shameless little bitch! Whose pajamas are you wearing? Who allowed you to shower in the Ford residence? You vixen!"

Her eyes were red with jealousy, the blood in her veins boiling. Rage made her crazed. She lunged forward, wanting nothing more than to rip the pajamas that didn’t belong to Vivian right off her body!

’This was Jasper Ford’s home, her future husband’s home! What right did Vivian Quincy have to be here? I have to tear that face of hers apart!’

Blinded by rage, Wanda Quincy couldn’t hold back any longer and rushed toward Vivian Quincy.

Vivian Quincy took a step back and called out, "Someone, stop her."

No one listened to her. In everyone’s eyes, Vivian Quincy was just a minor assistant. Wanda Quincy was different. Even if she wasn’t favored, she was still the President’s woman. The guards didn’t move.

Vivian Quincy said, "Are you really going to let her in? When the President assigns blame later, can you bear the consequences?"

This sentence made the guards, who had been watching the show, hesitate. They exchanged a look, and the two of them moved to block Wanda Quincy.

Wanda Quincy shrieked, "Are you all blind? I’m the future Young Madam of the Ford Family! How dare you listen to her? Do you have a death wish?"

Vivian Quincy couldn’t help but laugh. "Our President doesn’t even acknowledge you as the Young Madam. What good is that title?"

"Don’t you dare spout nonsense." Wanda Quincy’s expression faltered, but she said with great seriousness, "Jasper loves me so much, how could he not acknowledge me? You, on the other hand, are showing me less and less respect!"

Vivian Quincy found this utterly ridiculous. She stepped closer to Wanda Quincy and said, "You were the one who sent for Mrs. King, weren’t you?"

Wanda Quincy’s face stiffened, but she feigned composure with a cold sneer. "I don’t know what you’re talking about."

"Going to Mrs. King to stir up trouble, telling her I’m Jeremy King’s mistress—wasn’t that you?" Vivian Quincy shot back.

Wanda Quincy laughed loudly, full of scorn. "Everyone knows you had a bastard with that man named King. Do you even need me to say it?"

She seemed to have said this loud enough for others to hear on purpose.

Sure enough, several people cast questioning glances in their direction.

Vivian Quincy said, "Beanie couldn’t possibly be Jeremy King’s child."

"If not him, then who? Oh, right, probably some random man you don’t even know, right? I have no idea how Jasper could be so blind as to choose you as his assistant!" Wanda Quincy mocked her without restraint, completely failing to notice the butler passing by...