His Coy Lover

So, she drank freely until she got drunk.

The next day, her foster father told her how many glasses she had drunk and then told her solemnly that when women drink outside, they must have limits, know how much they can drink before getting drunk, and control themselves before getting drunk to avoid trouble.

In this dangerous society, especially for women, what would happen if they got drunk outside without any relatives around could be guessed with just one guess.

Since then, whenever she drank outside, she would stop drinking once she reached a certain amount and never let herself get drunk outside again.

“You can show off all you want.”

Alan’s mom scolded lightly, “Whether you’re drunk or not, drink less in the future.”

“I know. And Elle, don’t worry about her. She often has to talk business and socialize, which inevitably involves drinking. She’s already practiced her alcohol tolerance.”

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But in front of Zelda, she didn’t ask about Elle’s situation.

“So many supplements again, how much can Mom eat?”

Seeing the supplements, Alan’s mom complained again.

Zelda laughed, took two apples from brother’s hand, and handed one to Alan’s mom, saying, “Mom, I have a job now, and I have income every month, but no family burden. I don’t know where to spend the money, so I can only buy some supplements for Mom.”

“If Mom doesn’t eat them, it would be a waste of my salary, right?”

“You…”

Alan’s mom was helpless but felt sweet inside.

Although Zelda wasn’t her biological daughter, the mother and daughter had been getting along well for twenty-five years.

However, Chris didn’t like Zelda visiting them so often.

Alan’s mom remembered when Chris came to their village to find her, he said a lot to her, implying that he didn’t want their Gu family to contact Zelda again, so that Zelda couldn’t integrate into her biological parents’ family.

Fortunately, Zelda was grateful. No matter how her biological mother treated her, she insisted on coming back to see her regularly.

Every time she came back, she gave money and things. Alan’s mom didn’t spend her money but saved it. When Zelda got married, she planned to take out the money as her dowry, which was the culmination of twenty-five years of mother-daughter relationship.

“Zelda, are you working? Which company?”

Alan picked up an apple, washed it, and continued peeling it.

“At Roscente.”

Alan nodded. “That’s your family’s company. It’ll be better for you to work in your own company. At least your dad will take care of you.”

He asked with concern again, “Can you get used to it?”

Zelda hadn’t worked in a factory since she graduated, but had been self-employed. As someone who was used to freedom, could she adapt to a nine-to-five job in a company?

“Big brother, I can adapt. Don’t worry, I have the strongest adaptability. Big brother, mom had an accident, and you haven’t told dad and them yet, have you?”

She hadn’t seen her foster parents and second brother.

“Dad knows. It’s busy farming season, so Dad can’t leave. Your second brother has to take care of your shop. I told them not to come, and Mom is recovering well now. The doctor said she can be discharged from the hospital and go home to recuperate next week.”

Her mother’s wish had also been fulfilled.

But her younger sister’s attitude toward her mother really annoyed Alan.

But her mother forbade him to mention Elle at all, fearing that if he spoke out, Elle would stop coming.

Alan could only endure it.

“It’s a busy farming season, so why not hire a combine harvester? Tell Dad not to plant so much land. Our family’s economy is not bad now. Plant a little land for exercise and self-sufficiency.”

Zelda gave money every time she came back, hoping her foster parents could live a comfortable life and no longer have to work hard.

Alan helplessly remarked, “You know what Mom and Dad are like, Zelda.”

Their parents were accustomed to farm work. If they stayed at home every day, they would feel uncomfortable. When they worked in the fields, they were full of energy.

Zelda…

Zelda stayed in the hospital for a while before leaving at her foster mother’s urging.

Alan walked her out.

“Zelda.”

As they walked, Alan asked, “Did you have a falling out with Elle?”

“You noticed?”

Alan asked with concern, “Why? Did she bully you?”

In Alan’s eyes, his biological sister was too proud and looked down on others. Although Zelda had martial arts skills and a straightforward personality, she was easily offended and had grown up in the countryside, unable to play mind games like Elle, who was from the city.

“Because I’m the biological daughter of the Roscente family.”

Alan wasn’t stupid; Zelda’s words made everything clear to him.