Substitute Marriage: Reborn As The Top Big-Shot

And her?

She was just an unwanted orphan, who barely found her biological parents but ended up being cheated and manipulated.

With tears in her eyes, Rachel said, “I never had any wishful thinking that there could be any outcome between him and me.”

It’s uncontrollable to have feelings for someone.

But Rachel still held onto her fantasy.

What if, just what if there could be a love story like the prince and Cinderella?

Delia stopped there without saying more, as she believed that Rachel was smart.

The two continued to walk towards the bus station.

On the other side.

In the hospital.

Grace White lay in bed.

She ranked first in the family, being 18 years older than her only younger brother, Mr. White, and was already 47 years old this year.

However, Grace maintained herself well, so her actual age was not obvious.

“Sis, I brought some chicken soup for you. Have some.” Mr. White opened the lid of the thermos and poured a bowl of chicken soup for Grace.

Grace smiled and said, “Thank you for your trouble, Marcus.”

Flora immediately said, “Mom, please don’t misunderstand! This little chicken is not bought by my uncle! I bought it!”

“I cooked it,” Mr. White said calmly, “it’s the thought that counts. Normally, I can make six figures a day, at least 100,000 dollars an hour. This bowl of chicken soup took me two hours. You tell me, is your chicken more valuable or my time?”

Flora was at a loss for words, “So while you were cooking the soup, did you miss out on making money?”

Mr. White turned to look at Flora, “Have you heard ‘an inch of time is worth an ounce of gold, but an ounce of gold cannot buy back an inch of time’? Therefore, my time cannot be measured by money. My friendship is also priceless, and your mother, my sister, should be honored to drink the chicken soup I made.”

Flora:

This was the first time she had seen someone express stinginess so refreshingly and elegantly.

Just admit you’re stingy!

Why make so many excuses?

And she couldn’t even argue back.

Watching the arguing nephew and uncle, Grace laughed lightly and said, “The chicken soup Marcus made today is not bad.”

“Thank you.” Marcus, being praised by his sister, was in a good mood.

As he finished speaking, Mr. White seemed to have thought of something, “Older sister, after you finish the chicken, don’t throw away the bones.”

“What, are you going to take the bones back and make soup again?” Flora asked with a speechless face.

Grace looked at Flora, “How can you talk to your little uncle like that? You have no manners!”

Flora snorted, “I didn’t say anything wrong! What can you do with the chicken bones?”

Mr. White didn’t get angry either and continued, “I’ll take them back for Mani and Dula to eat.”

Mani and Dula were the dogs raised by Mr. White.

These two little dogs had unique names.

They were puns on the English words for the Dollar and Yuan.

After all, Mr. White’s ultimate goal in life was money.

Flora continued, “Don’t they eat dog food? Uncle, since you raised dogs, you should be responsible for them. The food we eat is high in oil and salt, which is very unfriendly to dogs! You’re too irresponsible!”

Mr. White looked at Flora with a smile, “Your dog died, but my Mani and Dula are already eleven years old this year and very healthy.”

Flora was choked up.

Why couldn’t she ever outsmart her little uncle!

Yes, she had raised a dog too. She had fed it the best dog food, bought it toys and imported snacks, took it for vaccination, and even sent it to pet school every day.

It died of distemper at two years old.

But Mr. White’s dogs, eating leftovers every day and occasionally fed with goat milk to supplement their nutrition, were very healthy, and their fur shone brightly.

Grace chimed in, “Your little uncle is right. During the Republic of China, there was a famine, and even people couldn’t get enough to eat, let alone dogs. Yet those dogs didn’t go extinct. Dog food and scientific feeding are all gimmicks created by businesses to increase sales. And those stray dogs, without even a comfortable kennel, let alone leftovers, can hardly make a full meal, but they still live well!”

“Mom, why are you siding with my little uncle?”

“I’m just telling the truth.”

Flora:

As the conversation ended, Grace looked at Mr. White, “By the way, how have you been lately?”

“What do you mean?” Mr. White was puzzled.

Grace continued, “You’re almost thirty years old!”

It was worrisome that a thirty-year-old man still didn’t have a girlfriend!

Mr. White remained silent.

Grace then asked, “When are you planning to find a girlfriend and bring her home?”