"When did this guy learn such a cool move?"
Before Jane Sampson could reply, James Blackās voice dropped, "Didnāt receive it?"
James Black lowered his gaze in thought. It couldnāt be. The other party had said it would take at most one hour to deliver, but now more than an hour had passed.
"Received, received!" Jane Sampson hurriedly said, "So, a truckload of fruits, it really was you who bought them?"
"Mhm," James Black answered, "Didnāt you say you didnāt know who threw away your fruits? As long as you know the purpose behind their actions, thatās enough."
"Purpose? To disgust me, to vex me," Jane reasoned. After all, throwing fruits didnāt hurt physically, nor did it cause loss of flesh. Such acts were nothing more than vexing, so regarding the fruit-throwing incident, Jane just felt a brief annoyance and then quickly returned to a good mood.
Having said that, Jane couldnāt hold back and let out a giggling laugh.
"So you bought me a truckload of fruits to vex that person in return, huh?" Jane asked while laughing.
"Yes," James Black confirmed.
"Not knowing who this person is, you just distributed the fruits, sharing them with everyone from the director to the errand-runners and extras in the film crew. Everyone got a share, and itās bound to reach the hands of the person who threw away your fruits. Youāre happy, and naturally, the person who threw your fruits isnāt happy. By making that person unhappy, youāve effectively vexed and disgusted them in return."
Saying this, James Black paused, then suddenly spoke in a very serious tone, "Jane Sampson, no one can bully you, understand?"
Even Jane, still immersed in James Blackās clever strategy, was stunned by his sudden shift to a serious and earnest statement.
"If someone bullies you and you just swallow it, it only invites them to bully you a second time. You must retaliate boldly, so theyāll know youāre not to be trifled with," James Blackās voice carried a hint of severity, but Jane knew the emotion wasnāt directed at her.
It was the first time Jane realized that striking back at someone could be done so subtly and yet be so satisfying.
"I understand," Janeās laughter was light as her fingertips brushed over the back of her mobile phone. She raised her eyes to look towards the tractor and saw Harry Humming and the crew members around the tractor selecting fruits to eat, everyoneās face was filled with smiles.
Suddenly, Jane felt somewhat reluctant to hang up the phone.
"Thank you," Janeās voice was so soft, she herself wasnāt sure whether James Black on the other end could hear her gratitude.
But James Black did hear it.
"Jane Sampson, I donāt think a husband needs a āthank youā from his wife for simply taking care of her," James Blackās tone was a bit sour.
"Okay, so no thanks," Jane, expert at reading moods, quickly changed her tune and then hee-heeād a silly laugh into the phone at James Black.
"Hmph," James Black raised his eyebrows, then added, "If you really want to thank me, thatās fine too, depending on your sincerity."
So, who was it just now saying thereās no need for thanks between husband and wife?
Why can men change so quickly?
One second, just like that, going back on his own words?
"What sincerity?" Jane asked.
"When you have time, come and stay with the guard team for a couple of days," James Black said at an unhurried pace, "thatās decided then. Iāve got stuff to do; hanging up now."
As soon as he finished speaking, the call was disconnected, and listening to the busy tone "du-du-du" on the phone, Jane felt as though she had been struck by lightning.
Come on, donāt hang up! What do you mean itās decided!?