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Sylvan Cheney is a wolf, and she’s not so foolish as to overlook that fact.

“Who was that man before.” Sylvan Cheney grabbed her wrist.

Has Jasmine Yale gone crazy, was he really drunk or just pretending?

Why is she still tangled up with this question?

“A blind date.” Jasmine retorted, disgruntled.

“Why are you going on a blind date?”

“Mr. Cheney, have you lost your brains? When a man reaches a certain age, he should marry and when a woman reaches a certain age, she should too. Is it wrong for me to find a boyfriend?”

“Then why don’t you choose me?”

Jasmine’s heart skipped a beat, she looked up at Sylvan’s face.

Under the light, his handsome face was less cold, instead… more… roguish.

Drunk men are unreasonable.

Sylvan Cheney’s eyelashes are long, and when he blinked, it was quite affecting.

But Jasmine will never be fooled by him again. The lessons from three years ago are enough for her to remember for a lifetime.

She will never forgive Sylvan Cheney.

“Can’t you speak reasonably? No matter how shameless I, Jasmine Yale may be, I will never be a mistress.”

Her small face slightly reddened in anger, her big eyes were dewy.

Fortunately, the seat she picked out that night was both tucked away in a corner and by the window.

Otherwise, she and Sylvan, arguing like this, would definitely attract an audience.

“Oh, you despise me.” Sylvan Cheney seemed hurt.

“Yeah, I despise you, I don’t like second-hand men, just like that.”

Jasmine retorted spiritedly, but her wrist was held so tightly by someone that it hurt.

Inhaling a sharp breath, she glared at Sylvan Cheney.

Did she say something wrong?

“Let go of me, I’ll take you home.” Jasmine deemed herself unlucky.

“You’re not allowed to go on blind dates next time.”

“Sylvan, we’re no longer related! Why do you care so much about me? Or are you saying I can’t even get married now?”

“Yes.”

Jasmine was a mix of amused and exasperated, looking at Sylvan’s serious expression, she waved her hand.

Forget it, forget it.

She won’t bicker with a drunk man.

How many words spoken by a man drunk could be true?

She saw that Sylvan’s trousers pocket was bulging, she quickly took the opportunity to slip her hand in and pull out his mobile phone.

He said he didn’t bring it!

She turned on Sylvan’s phone, which was password-protected.

She tried his birthday, it was wrong.

His car plate number, it was wrong.

Jasmine frowned, raised her head and jabbed at his chest, “What’s the password?”

“You still remember my birthday.” He watched her actions.

“…” Jasmine wrinkled her nose in disdain, “Password.”

“Your birthday… 0707.”

Jasmine was taken aback, she thought Sylvan was playing tricks on her again.

But when she entered it, it was correct.

Her fingers froze, something seemed to have melted in her heart.

She was born on the day of Qixi Festival, the night then had sparse stars and a crescent moon, with a hazy Milky Way.

Surely, such a day is a good day, her mother named her Jasmine.

Her gentle manner was like water, her auspicious time was like a dream, yet always retraced to the magpie bridge.

Her mother hoped she could grow up healthily, and be forever happy.

But later, when the dream woke, everything changed.

When she was eight years old, her mother died, and her father brazenly brought his mistress into the family.

Following that, came their daughter who they had long given birth to outside.

She was more like a stranger in that house, being despised by them.

And that man she called “father”, ignored her and seldom cared for her.

Once, when her father was on a business trip, she was playing alone at home.

Her stepmother’s daughter, Kamila, ran over and snatched the rag doll her mother made for her.

“Give me back my rag doll, give it back, it’s not yours.” Jasmine ran after Kamila.

The rag doll was such a beautiful thing, lovingly sewn by her mother with every stitch and thread. It couldn’t even be bought outside.

She held it every night when she slept, how could it be snatched away by Kamila..