Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart

After lunch,

Enna Clark took Bobby out for strawberry picking as promised.

In front of the villa was a vast strawberry field, so big that you couldn’t see the borders. Not far from the strawberry field was a clear little stream. The water gurgled through the field, and willow trees on both sides swayed with the breeze, bringing a refreshing wind tinged with the scent of strawberries.

Not far from the villa, a vacation beach table was set up with a spread of melons and drinks. A man lazily lounged on a deck chair.

Servants bustled around, handing him chilled drinks.

Enna and Tobias each donned a straw hat, hand in hand, carrying a bamboo woven basket, ready to venture into the strawberry field.

They found a cooler spot to pick strawberries. The moment they put down the basket, Tobias crouched beside her and asked, “Woman, you sleep with the dubious man next door every day. Am I going to have a brother or sister soon?”

“Pff—”Enna choked a little on her surprise at Tobias’s unexpected childish words.

Tobias didn’t feel like he’d asked an overly private question. He blinked his big eyes and his handsome little face looked angelic as he explained, “The TV said, if mom and dad sleep together every day, they’ll soon create a baby. I want a sister.”

“Why? Don’t most boys like to have brothers? Brothers can play war games, go on adventures, create mischief, and fight together. But sisters tend to be crybabies and need looking after…”

Tobias snorted dismissively, glanced at her like she was an idiot, picked a strawberry and dropped it into the basket, then began to explain earnestly, “Silly! Having a daughter is like investing in China Merchants Bank, while having a son is like investing in ICBC.”

“What do you mean?”

“It means that having a daughter can bring in a lot of bride price when she marries, while having a son will cost you a lot of dowry.” Tobias, wise beyond his years, gave her a look of disdain, “As a woman, you’re so poor that you definitely can’t afford to pay a dowry; since I, as the older brother, will be like a mother to him, I’ll have to pay a large sum. So, a sister is better.”

He was only 5 years old, and he had already developed such business acumen, even extending it to his hypothetical siblings. Enna was left dumbfounded by his shocking revelation.

“Bobby, who taught you all this? Ms. Lulu?”

Lulu Kennedy doesn’t seem like the kind who’d teach such things.

In fact, it’s quite possible that Lulu herself doesn’t think as deeply or calculate as carefully.

If she didn’t teach him, Lulu didn’t teach him, and Baron Lawrence definitely wouldn’t teach him, then where did Bobby’s theory come from?

Although she didn’t have much money in recent years, she did her best to fulfill his material needs. It’s not like he lived a luxurious life, but they weren’t so poor that they were starving.

So, how did her Bobby become such a whiz with numbers?

“I figured it out myself.” Tobias wasn’t ashamed at all, but quite proud. His eyes gleamed as he stared intently at her belly, saying very seriously, “Woman, give me a sister. I promise I’ll protect her and won’t let any baddies trick her away!”

A sister is so lovely, soft and sweet, just like a cute little bun.

A brother isn’t good, they’re smelly and annoying, crawling all over the place all day, and they also compete for toys and women’s attention.

He doesn’t like brothers.

He likes sisters!

His eyes were so full of anticipation, as if Enna already had a sister in her belly ready to be born, that he looked like he wanted to drill a hole with his stare.

Enna awkwardly blocked her belly with the basket, and responded, “There’s no brother or sister in there, don’t fantasize too much.”