Seize His Little Wife

“The invitations have been sent out, nothing else has been scheduled yet.” Baird Lane returned to his previous seat and sat down.Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

The old man mused for a moment, “Bring Christine along to this ancestral service, she’s been married to you for three years now, it’s time to meet our The Lane Family’s ancestors and your parents.”

“Good.” Baird Lane had nothing to say.

The old man was still a little surprised to see him agree so readily.

The Lane Family’s Ancestral Service is a triennial event, and it was just in time for The Lane Family’s Ancestral Service three years ago, shortly after that Christine girl first married in.

As it turned out, Baird, the boy, said he wouldn’t let Christine’s girl attend.

Now that Baird suddenly agrees, doesn’t that mean he’s already got that much of a thing for that Christine girl?

The old man was suddenly in a much better mood, the old face that was still sad, at this moment also flooded with a bit of a smile, “I heard Christine say that your company is going out for a reunion this time, you’re not taking her?”

Baird Lane frowned at once, “She even told you such a thing?”

“Yeah, Christine even asked me to talk you into it.” The old man gazed at him, “Ah Baird, what’s wrong with you taking her since she wants to go?”

Baird Lane dropped his eyes and said in a faint voice, “Grandpa, she’s not fit to go skiing.”

“Nonsense!” The old man slapped the armrest of the seat, “Can’t you even go if you’re not fit to ski? Then some people who are sick, don’t they deserve to live too?”

Hearing the displeasure in his old man’s words, Baird Lane held his forehead, “Grandpa, it’s not the same, what I said was unfit, it’s her body …”

“What’s wrong with her body? The way I see it, you just don’t want to take her.”

The old man had an ‘I’ve seen it all’ look on his face, gagging Baird Lane, who couldn’t speak or know what to say.

Christine White couldn’t go because she’d only just had surgery for a bone marrow donation and wasn’t fully recovered or as healthy as she used to be, and could easily get sick.

Especially if the snowy mountains were so cold, she could get a fever and a cold if she didn’t pay attention when she went there, and then it would probably lead to something unforeseen.

But all this, he couldn’t tell the old man, who would be furious if he knew Christine White had donated bone marrow for Molly.

At that thought, Baird Lane’s thin lips pursed slightly, “I know, I’ll take her!”

He hadn’t even realized that the woman was a little smart and knew how to goad the old man into persuading him.

“That’s right.” The old man stroked his whitened beard and laughed joyfully, “You are husband and wife, one and the same, wherever you go, you should bring her along as well, so that you can conceive a child earlier.”

The corner of Baird Lane’s eye twitched imperceptibly, “So that’s why Grandpa agreed to help Christine to persuade me?”

The old man stroked the movement of his beard slightly, some unnatural coughing, “That what, this is called the best of both worlds.”

Baird Lane squinted at him and didn’t say anything.

Being stared at by a youngster with a disdainful gaze, the old man had lived to such a great age, even if he had a thick skin, he couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed at this moment.

He stood up from his seat with his cane trembling, “It’s getting late, I should get back to the old mansion.”

“It’s so late, you old man, don’t fool around, stay.” Baird Lane said faintly.

“It’s okay.” It was as if the old man had been specifically waiting for him to say this, and as soon as he heard him say this, he immediately agreed.

Baird Lane’s face darkened, always feeling as if he’d fallen for the old man’s ruse again.

But even so, he still had to go and arrange a room for the old man.

After serving the old man to a peaceful sleep, Baird Lane opened the door and went back to the master bedroom.

Christine White was sitting on her bed watching TV, when she saw him come back, she immediately turned off the TV and got out of bed, helping him take off his jacket.

“Baird, is Grandpa asleep?” Christine White asked softly.

Baird Lane hmmm’d, “You’ll be there next month for The Lane Family’s ancestral service.”

Christine White’s hanging of her coat jerked to a halt and looked at him in a million different ways, “I’m going too?”

“Yes!”

Christine White pushed back her excitement and asked again in some disbelief, “Can I really go?”

She had heard from Aunt Lucy that The Lane Family Ancestor Festival was only held once every three years, and those who went were those who were on The Lane Family’s genealogy.

Although she married into The Lane Family, she is not yet in the genealogy, has not been recognized by The Lane Family ancestors, and is not considered a full-fledged The Lane Family person.

It was something she had always regretted, simply because he had refused to take her there three years ago, but now that he was actually willing, could she assume that he recognized her as his wife?

“You don’t have to go if you don’t believe you do.” Baird Lane tugged at his tie and clouded back.

“I’m going I’m going!” Christine White clasped her hands together, unable to stop the excitement on her face.

It was an ancestor sacrifice. How could she not go!

Looking at Christine White’s big smile, Baird Lane’s eyes darkened, but he also felt a little pleasure in his heart.

Soon, though, he suppressed the sentiment.

“Christine White, did you tell Grandpa to let me take you out of the country if I said so?” Baird Lane unbuttoned a few buttons of his shirt, his gaze clear and cold as he looked at the happy woman still there.

As soon as the woman heard his words, her body immediately stiffened and her eyes darted around, “I, I …”

“Come on, Grandpa told me all about it, and you’re the one who told him to talk me into it.” Baird Lane interrupted her with a wave of his hand.

Christine White poked her tongue out, “Sorry Baird, I just really wanted to go so …”

“Just this once.” Baird Lane walked over to the coffee table and poured himself a glass of red wine that he hadn’t finished last time.

Christine White stared at him in bewilderment for a moment and asked with some uncertainty, “Baird, are you angry?”

“If I were angry, I wouldn’t be talking to you so calmly.” Baird Lane sips his wine and doesn’t even look at her.

Christine White smiled in relief, “I’m glad I’m not mad, and don’t worry, I won’t do it next time.”

Afraid that he wouldn’t believe her, she even put up three fingers as a swearing gesture.

There was something silly about the serious look on her face that fell on Baird Lane’s eyes.

The corner of Baird Lane’s mouth ticked without trace, “You get the information ready and give it to Gates Wood tomorrow so he can get you a visa.”

“A visa?” Christine White’s lips twitched, “Baird, you promised to take me?”

“I can’t take you without Grandpa’s word?” Baird Lane gave her a sidelong glance.

Christine White giggled, “Baird, thank you.”

“You should thank Grandpa.”

“Uh-huh, I know, I’ll thank Grandpa tomorrow.”

Baird Lane didn’t answer her back, finished his glass and got up to go to the bathroom.

The next day.

When Christine White got up, Baird Lane was gone again.

When she went downstairs and asked, she realized that he had sent the old man back to the old mansion early in the morning.

“Aunt Lucy, why didn’t you call me too, grandpa must be upset that I didn’t get up to see him off.” Christine White beamed and complained.

She received two pieces of good news in quick succession last night, leading to too much excitement and a late night.

The result was that it caused the old man to even wake up before her.

The old man must think she’s a lazy granddaughter-in-law.

Seeing Christine White’s anxiety, Aunt Lucy covered her lips and smiled, “Mistress don’t think too much, it’s not that I don’t call you, it’s because the master won’t let me, the master said to let you sleep a little more, there’s no need to send him off.”

“Is that so?” Christine White blinked in dismay.

“Of course, well ma’am, come and have breakfast.” Aunt Lucy patted her on the shoulder.

Christine White nodded and followed her to the dining room in a similar fashion.

After breakfast, Christine White arrived at the office, and as soon as she stepped off the elevator, she bumped into Gates, who was coming out of the other secretary’s office.

Her eyes lit up and she hurriedly called out to him, “Assistant Gates, wait a moment.”