Jane Sampson bent down, and the little fellow made a "mwah" sound as he gave her a kiss on the face. Then, he stood there holding onto her, laughing foolishly.
James Black heard the sound, turned his head, and saw the little fellow hugging Jane and stealing kisses. Afterward, the child just stood there giggling like a little fool.
James took two steps back, reached out directly, grabbed the little fellow, and handed him back to Oliver Black, with a slightly displeased tone, "Keep an eye on your kid."
Oliver Black and his wife stood there shaking their heads repeatedly, "Peter Gingery says youāre a jealous old pine tree brewing vinegar, and I thought he was exaggerating. Turns out, that description isnāt even close!"
Jamesās face remained unchanged, as if he hadnāt heard at all. He reached out, grabbed Janeās hand, leading her to the tea table, pressed her down into a seat, and started preparing to brew tea for her.
Jane glanced at Jamesās indifferent expression, and the corners of her lips involuntarily curved upward into a slight smile.
She quietly leaned closer to James and asked in a low voice, "Youāre even jealous of little kids. Later, when we have our own child, will you dislike them too?"
Jamesās hand paused slightly while he was handling the tea leaves. After appearing to think seriously for a moment, he responded, "Other peopleās kids and our own kids are different."
Jane scoffed clearly, showing disbelief.
James murmured in a deep voice, "Donāt believe me? Have one and youāll see."
"Trying to trick me into having a baby again." Jane touched the tip of her nose. "Your tricks are just too much, but reverse psychology doesnāt work on me. Iām not that naĆÆve."
After muttering this, Jane took out her mobile phone and opened WhatsApp.
She thought for a moment and sent a message to Rock Bell.
Sister Tin, has anyone recently contacted the studio looking for me? āā James Blackās wife.
Rock Bell replied in less than a minute.
Yes, after Lantern Festival, you can come to the studio to pick out some scripts. Your popularity is through the roof right now. Many film crews want you for acting gigs, and there are also plenty of variety shows and commercial endorsements. Just yesterday, the inbox received a ton of emails, some of which I havenāt even finished reviewing yet. āā Rock Bell.
For the first half of this year, youāve already locked in one TV series and one movie. I havenāt finalized other projects for you yet. After a few days, Iāll consolidate all the invitations and let you review them. Then you can pick a variety show and a few endorsements yourself. āā Rock Bell.
Jane wasnāt surprised about work-related matters because her Twitter was flooded with private messages every day offering her gigs.
But what Jane wanted to ask wasnāt about that.
Sister Tin, other than work, has anyone else been trying to contact me? āā James Blackās wife.
If itās not for work, do you really think people would find you for anything else? āā Rock Bell.
Nope. āā Rock Bell.
Jane clutched her mobile phone and let out a resigned "oh" before wilting for a few seconds. Then, she quickly pulled herself together.
Maybe she wasnāt working hard enough, wasnāt dazzling enough, and hadnāt reached high enough.
"By the way, Jane, thereās something I want to discuss with you." Harper Black walked over from behind and sat down across from Jane. "Itās work-related, but itās public welfare and essentially unpaid."
"Uncle, go ahead," Jane adjusted her posture and asked, "What kind of public welfare?"
"The Public Security Department wants to invite you to be the new Anti-Drug Campaign Ambassador," Oliver Black chimed in. "They directly approached me and asked me to check with you."
"Thatās a great opportunity!" Elder Black praised her enthusiastically from a few steps away. "Itās not even that burdensome. Little Jane, you should think about it carefully."
"Whatās there to consider? Iāll do it!" Jane didnāt even pause to think. "Iāll tell Sister Tin about this right away."