novelraw Chapter 534: Fool
Chapter 534: Fool
Daisy Ginger was just about to criticize James Shelton’s vivid imagination when Erin Ginger interrupted her.
She looked down at her son, whose bright eyes were unusually twinkling, and it was clear that this little guy was in a good mood. Her heart softened a bit.
She leaned down and kissed Erin Ginger’s small cheek, softening her voice, "Hmm, then let’s go upstairs to the stationery store first..."
She hadn’t finished speaking when George Stephens objected—"I don’t want to! Didn’t you say you were going to buy me a toy? Daisy Ginger, you liar, you’re deceiving me again!"
George Stephens threw a tantrum, insisting on buying a toy first.
Daisy Ginger firmly patted him back and said forcefully, "Then you pick out the one you want to buy right now!"
It had been over half an hour, and this boy was dismissing everything he saw. Clearly, he was just messing with her!
"Daisy Ginger, you’re too much!" George Stephens angrily accused her, "Do you think that brat is cuter than me, so you’re just going to abandon me?!"
"If your Chinese isn’t good, don’t spout nonsense," Daisy Ginger retorted dismissively. "And you’re right, Erin is cuter than you!"
"What kind of taste do you have!"
No matter what George Stephens said, Daisy Ginger pushed them onto the elevator to the second floor.
Watching Daisy Ginger mercilessly retort George Stephens, James Shelton, who was following behind her, was rather worried—Is this really the attitude towards the son of your major client?
Could it be that he’s really Daisy Ginger’s son...
However, Erin Ginger remained completely unfazed by George Stephens’ antics, exuding an air of authority, making James Shelton marvel—This kid is so composed!
The second floor of the toy store is the largest stationery market in Tsing City.
Daisy Ginger had also brought Erin Ginger here before to buy drawing paper and pens, so she headed straight for the imported pens section.
Once at the shelves, Erin Ginger immediately jumped out of the cart and expertly started selecting the drawing pens he liked.
George Stephens, sitting in the cart, twisted and turned, stretched his limbs, and curled up in the cart, bored nearly to the point of yawning.
But seeing Daisy Ginger always by that ugly kid’s side, ignoring him, he couldn’t take it anymore. He jumped out of the cart, ran over to Daisy Ginger, grabbed a fistful of identical pens to Erin’s from the shelf, "I want this too."
Daisy Ginger snapped out of it and glanced down at him, "Do you know how to draw?"
Of course, George Stephens didn’t.
Robert Stephens taught him various languages, business, mathematics, and even how to play the piano.
Yet he never taught him to draw.
To Robert Stephens, drawing was meaningless. George was meant to inherit the Stephens’ business in the future, and art was of no significance to them. Even learning the piano was just to prevent boredom and give him something to do. If he didn’t want to learn, he could quit any time.
But at this moment, being questioned by Daisy Ginger, his little self-esteem took a hit, feeling a sense of inferiority in front of a child his own age.
He pouted and stubbornly replied, "Of course, I can!"
Daisy Ginger looked at him and, for some reason, didn’t expose him. Instead, she wanted to laugh and picked out a few more pretty pens for him, "Let’s buy some paints and drawing paper for you to take home later."
Upon hearing this, George Stephens’ eyes brightened, and he turned with pride to glance at Erin, who, noticing his gaze, gave him a cool and indifferent side-eye while George stuck his tongue out at him.
Idiot.
Erin Ginger silently judged in his heart.