The Bigshot Married Himself to the Heiress

Chapter 400 - 401: Cultivating, The Little Bride

Aaron Faber reminded, "The Leland family has incurred the wrath of Madam. Considering how much Sixth Master dotes on her, he will not tolerate the family. You’d better take care."

"As if I’ve betrayed Sixth Master!.... I have been absolutely loyal to him; there has never been any other intention."

"..."

"Aaron, not every man is like you and gives his heart away after sleeping with a woman."

"That’s best."

"You cheeky lad, you better concern yourself with your own lifelong matters. You’re the only son in your family. If you don’t marry soon, your family lineage will cease."

"Love can be met, but can’t be sought."

...

After school on Thursday, Curly was playing with her Barbie Robot, only to find that it stopped working despite all attempts.

"Auntie Samara, my robot ... it’s not moving ..."

"..."

"Can you check what’s wrong with it?"

Samara took the toy and inspected it but couldn’t find any apparent issues. She said to Curly, "Perhaps it’s broken."

Curly’s face sank, looking as if she was about to cry. Quickly, Samara comforted, "Don’t be sad, I have money. I’ll buy you a new one."

"But it’s not for sale here."

"Then where did you get this one from?"

"Uncle Aaron gave it to me."

Curly brightened up, smiling, "Daddy said, Uncle Aaron is very smart, a genius...... He made this robot himself, so he must know how to fix it... Let’s go, let’s find Uncle Aaron."

Curly grabbed Samara’s hand and sped towards the outer courtyard. Curly ran swiftly; Samara struggling to keep up in her flip-flops. Passing by the blackberry rose hedge, a few blackberry blossoms dropped on her head.

"Slow down!"

"Hurry up, auntie, you’re too slow."

Curly dragged Samara to Aaron’s place, bumping the door open. Poor Aaron, who was just changing his clothes, was left only with briefs... Samara, panting and blushing, was even more beautiful than the peach blossoms.

Aaron was about to cover himself with clothes, but seeing Samara, he froze...... His heart throbbed, staring blankly at the young girl in front of him...... Everything else seemed to fade out of his senses.

"Uncle Aaron, my robot’s broken, can you help me check it?"

Curly ran forward, holding up her Barbie robot, "Uncle Aaron, what are you looking at?"

After a few deep breaths, as Samara finally caught her breath, she noticed the semi-naked man in front. Her face turned red as a cooked shrimp, instantaneously.

"Uncle Aaron, why are you staring at my auntie?"

Almost reflexively, Samara turned around and ran off. Aaron, in a daze, actually followed up. Curly scratched her head, puzzled by the unfolding situation.

"How come nobody’s paying me attention?"

"..."

"Uncle Aaron, my robot’s broken."

Just then, Aiden Howard returned to find a lovely young girl with a red face running out. The fragrance of the girl enveloped him as she brushed by and the blackberry rose from her hair fell into his hands, "...Where did this beautiful girl come from?"

"Wait, wait......." There was Aaron, only in his underwear, chasing the girl. Aiden almost dropped his jaw. What on earth was Aaron up to with that young girl under broad daylight?

For the first time, Aiden felt a surge of righteousness. Standing in Aaron’s way, he asked, "What do you intend to do with such a frail young girl, Aaron?"

"Move away!" Aaron really feared he might never see her again; he continued staring at the direction of Samara.

"Are you even a man? Bullying that young girl. If I’m not mistaken, she’s an underage girl. Don’t you have a speck of decency?"

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

"Uncle Aaron, are you going swimming? Why aren’t you wearing your pants..." Just arrived, Curly saw Aaron in his briefs and asked in surprise.

Looking down, Aaron noticed his unhospitable condition. His face changed from crimson red to pale white..... He remembered he was changing his clothes, then...... Good god, he thought, what a first impression to mark.

A first impression well-tarnished.

Almost collapsing, Aaron rushed back into the room; behind him came Aiden’s sweet laughter.

Aiden chuckled, "How interesting!"

Aiden looked down at Curly and smiled, "Curly, who was that girl? How come we’ve never seen her before?"

"That’s my auntie."

"Your mother’s younger sister?"

"Yep."

So, she looks somewhat like Sienna Johnson because she’s Sienna’s maternal aunt. This just got more interesting.

...

Aaron had changed into signature stylish clothes and even shaved his beard; he strove to show his flawless side in an attempt to fix the first impression he made on Samara.

"How old is your auntie?"

Having fixed Curly’s robot, Aaron decided to walk Curly home, taking an opportunity to learn more about the girl he was smitten by.

"14!"

Aaron’s lips twitched; she was quite young indeed...

Although he wasn’t exactly old himself, compared to Samara, he was clearly a case of an older man taking advantage of a young girl. 14 years old, in this society marked a girl’s marriageable age at 20; after 6 years he would be 33...

"Does your auntie have a boyfriend?"

Curly felt something amiss and asked, "Uncle Aaron, why do you ask this?"

"I’m just curious. Your auntie is so beautiful, there must be many boys chasing after her."

"Yeah, right."

"So, does your auntie have a boyfriend?"

Anything similar to a childhood sweetheart must not be allowed. If any such man were to exist, Aaron would certainly nip the threat in the bud.

"I’m not sure."

Aaron persuaded Curly, "The Barbie princess needs a Barbie prince too. Do you want to find a boyfriend for your Barbie princess?"

Looking at the robot in her arms, Curly asked, "Are you thinking of giving me another one?"

"Yes."

"Then, I’d like a Barbie prince, plus a Barbie baby." Curly seized the opportunity to voice her requests.

"Fine."

"..."

"Curly, could you ask your auntie for me? Does she have a boyfriend?"

"No problem!"

Aaron was overjoyed. He thought, it did not matter that she was still young; hadn’t it become fashionable to nurture one’s soon-to-be spouse these days? I could raise a young bride, myself.

"Uncle Aaron, why are you so interested in whether my auntie has a boyfriend?"

"Because she’s Curly’s auntie."

Curly gave Aaron a sly yet sarcastic smile, "Uncle Aaron, have you fallen for my auntie?"

Aaron blushed, even the tips of his ears turned red. Looking up, Curly burst into laughter, "Uncle Aaron, your cheeks are red. Ha-ha..."