A Heaven-sent Sweet Child Falls Asking for Hugs-Chapter 91: How Old Is That Child?

Perhaps Vivian Quincy got a little too carried away, and Jasper Ford saw it from his office.

The man walked out of his office, his long, straight legs striding toward Vivian Quincy. She grew a little nervous, subconsciously clutching the documents in her hand. "President?" she asked warily. "Is it time to get off work?"

Jasper Ford walked up to Vivian Quincy and stopped. "You’re coming out with me in a bit," he said.

"Huh?" Vivian Quincy glanced at the time. "But I still have overtime."

"Do it tomorrow." Tossing the keys on the desk, Jasper Ford ordered, "Meet me in the garage in ten minutes."

Then, Jasper Ford walked away.

Vivian Quincy stared blankly at the keys in her hand. She glanced around, and her colleagues were all giving her confused, probing looks. ’Where could those two be going after work instead of heading home?’ they wondered.

The President was hot and cold toward Vivian Quincy. They’d even had an argument that very afternoon. To say he was interested in her didn’t seem quite right...

Vivian Quincy felt their strange gazes on her. She pressed her pretty red lips together and said nothing. Though reluctant, she obediently took the car keys and went to the garage.

Sitting in the car, Vivian Quincy started the engine. She waited for about ten minutes before Jasper Ford finally showed up. Annoyed, she gave the horn a short BEEP at him.

A hint of displeasure crossed Jasper Ford’s cold, handsome face as he opened the car door.

"Where are we going?" Vivian Quincy asked sullenly from the driver’s seat, her lips pursed. She was not happy about being forced to work overtime.

Jasper Ford didn’t answer. He leaned back against the seat, a glint in his eyes.

"Where are we going?" Vivian Quincy couldn’t help but ask again.

The man lazily lifted his head, glanced at Vivian Quincy, and asked, "What sort of things do little kids like?"

"Why are you asking, President?" Vivian Quincy was puzzled. ’Does Jasper Ford have a child at home? He never struck me as someone who likes kids.’

Jasper Ford was clearly not pleased at not getting an answer.

Vivian Quincy saw the subtle change in Jasper Ford’s expression through the Endoscope and said, "Kids probably like toys. A boy or a girl?"

"A boy," Jasper Ford replied.

Vivian Quincy asked, "How old?"

"Five or six, I guess." Jasper Ford thought of Beanie; he was about that age. He hadn’t seen the cute little guy in several days. The thought that Beanie might still be mad at him made Jasper feel quite bad. He just wanted to buy something to properly cheer the little treasure up.

Vivian Quincy started thinking seriously as well. After a long moment, she said, "Boys that age usually like toy guns, Ultraman figures, and things like that. A few of the smarter ones might like Rubik’s cubes, building blocks, and all sorts of brain-teaser toys. As for food, some like crunchy things, some like spicy things, and a few little boys like sweets, though that’s less common."

’Beanie is one of them.’

Vivian Quincy had met many children, but she’d only ever seen one who loved sweets as much as Beanie.

Hearing Vivian Quincy’s words, Jasper Ford fell into deep thought, trying to recall what Beanie liked to eat during the few days he had stayed at his house...

’Sweet drinks, sweet corn, sweet eggs... it seems like everything was sweet...’

’Isn’t the little guy afraid of getting cavities?’

Jasper Ford chuckled softly and said, "Find a pastry shop nearby. We’re buying desserts."

"Okay." Vivian Quincy raised her delicate eyebrows in confusion, but despite her doubts, she obediently drove to a nearby shopping district.

Jasper Ford actually went into the pastry shop to pick things out himself. He clearly didn’t shop often; once inside, he just grabbed the most expensive items, and a lot of them at once.

Standing beside him, Vivian Quincy couldn’t watch any longer. She muttered under her breath, "The President doesn’t come out to shop often, does he? Those few don’t taste good. Little kids don’t really like them."

The man’s hand froze. He turned his head. "Then what do little kids like to eat?"

A smug smile appeared on Vivian Quincy’s face. She suddenly felt she’d found something she was better at than Jasper Ford, and the corners of her eyes crinkled with her smile. She confidently walked up and took away more than half of the durian pastries from his hands. "Very few people like this stuff," she said. "And even if a child likes it, they can’t eat too much. Eating too much is unhealthy and can easily make them sick."

She then swiftly removed a whole bunch of other items from Jasper Ford’s basket and put them back, heading straight for the colorful variety of little bear cookies on the left. She didn’t pick many of each, but every single one was the tastiest in the store.

Jasper Ford followed behind Vivian Quincy, a complex expression on his face as he looked down at her, a whole head shorter than him. The height difference was oddly frustrating. Several times, Jasper wanted to grab her by the collar and lift her up.

But Jasper Ford resisted the urge. He listened as her little mouth opened and closed, saying, "This one has too much sugar; kids will get cavities if they eat too much. This one is hard to digest. And this one, a child can’t eat too much of it either, it’s a choking hazard..."

Jasper Ford listened with great interest. At that moment, he felt that Vivian Quincy wasn’t his little assistant, but a nanny.

"How do you know so much?" Jasper Ford suddenly asked.

Vivian Quincy’s body stiffened.

Jasper Ford noticed her subtle reaction. A slight smile played on his lips as he continued, "You don’t have kids. Why do you know so much about their preferences?"

"Just because I don’t have any doesn’t mean other people don’t," Vivian Quincy muttered before turning and stuffing the snacks she’d picked into Jasper Ford’s hands. "There, this is enough. If you buy too much, the kid won’t be able to finish it all, and it won’t be fresh after a while."

Jasper Ford didn’t take them, just shot Vivian Quincy a cold glance. She had no choice but to carry the basket to the checkout counter herself.

The cashier at the front desk smiled and said, "Are you sure you can finish all this? Our products only have a three-day shelf life."

"Kids eat very quickly," Vivian Quincy replied.

"Oh my gosh, you have a child? Is this your husband? You two look so good together," the cashier said with an envious look.

Vivian Quincy’s face instantly flushed a burning hot red, the blush creeping to the tips of her ears. She shook her head and explained, "We’re not a married couple."

"Then you must be boyfriend and girlfriend. How lovely," the cashier teased as she scanned the items, seemingly oblivious to Vivian Quincy’s embarrassed expression.

Vivian Quincy kept her head lowered, but Jasper Ford showed no intention of coming to her rescue. Vivian was grilled like this for two whole minutes. The moment they finally paid and left, she let out a long sigh and asked unhappily, "President, why didn’t you explain just now?"

"Does it matter?" the man replied nonchalantly.

Vivian Quincy nodded very seriously. "Of course it matters," she said, as if it were obvious. "Because of you, people at the company think I’m the other woman. It makes me very uncomfortable."

"And you’re not?" the man retorted.

Vivian Quincy froze, stopping in her tracks.

The man noticed her reaction and stopped as well. Looking at her furious expression, he asked, "What is it?"

Vivian Quincy strode forward, pulled Jasper Ford’s hand out of his pocket, and hung the heavy bag on it. She didn’t forget to shove the keys at him too. "I’m off work. The President can go back by himself."

"Stop," Jasper Ford said sharply.

Not only did Vivian Quincy not stop, she walked away even faster. There was a bus stop just ahead. She turned, hopped onto a bus, and left!

Jasper Ford laughed in exasperation and drove back by himself.

On the way, he kept looking at the pastries Vivian Quincy had helped him pick, his mind filled with images of Beanie’s chubby little face. Remembering that Beanie had been bullied by Wanda Quincy, Jasper felt a pang of unease. He decided he had to play with Beanie properly when he got home. Maybe the little glutton would even stay at his place for a few more days.

Although Madam Ford’s constant nagging had given Jasper Ford a strong aversion to children, he was exceptionally fond of Beanie. He liked the boy, even knowing he was full of hot air.

He had originally planned to bring Vivian Quincy along to see the little treasure. ’Her loss,’ he thought. ’Forget it.’