Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife-Chapter 883: Receiving So Many Red Envelopes My Hand Goes Soft

Chapter 883: Chapter 883: Receiving So Many Red Envelopes My Hand Goes Soft

Catherine Ford felt the gaze from Truman Jones, and before she could speak, Benjamin Jones introduced, "That’s my elder brother, a soldier."

Truman Jones, "..." How did he, a distinguished general, become simply ’a soldier’?

Catherine Ford didn’t think much of it. Feeling the iron-blooded aura emanating from Truman Jones, she knew he couldn’t just be an ordinary soldier and respectfully greeted him as ’elder brother’.

Truman Jones grunted in response, only then noticing that while this girl resembled the Smith girl somewhat, her temperament was entirely different, more delicate, and spoke neither humbly nor arrogantly, which he found likable.

With that thought, Truman Jones glanced at his brother, hoping that this kid wouldn’t treat the girl as a substitute and let her down.

However, before he could finish his thought, Benjamin Jones expressed dissatisfaction, "Big brother, it’s Catherine’s first visit to our home, you’ve been greeted, shouldn’t you give something in return?"

Truman Jones, wearing an incredulous look upon hearing his brother’s words, thought, how did this block of ice not only become flirty but also somewhat shameless, brazenly asking him for a gift like this?

"Hmm, it was a rush this time, and I didn’t know you brought a sister-in-law home. I’ll make up for it next time." Truman Jones glanced disdainfully at his brother.

Little did he know that beneath that impassive face was truly thick skin. Hearing Truman Jones’s words, Benjamin Jones simply waved his hand, "Gifts and such are too bothersome, just give a red packet."

He even looked like he was doing his brother a favor by suggesting it.

Before Truman Jones could speak, Catherine Ford couldn’t help but give Benjamin Jones a blaming look, then spoke apologetically, "Elder brother, there’s no need, Benjamin is just joking with you."

"How can it be a joke? It’s customary," Mrs. Jones interjected at that moment, while passing the red packet she and Mr. Jones had prepared earlier to Catherine Ford.

Catherine Ford felt embarrassed to accept it, "Auntie, I really can’t take this."

But no sooner had she finished speaking than the man by her side reached out and took it for her, saying, "It’s the custom in Swallow City, you have to accept it."

Catherine Ford turned and scolded the man, they had agreed it was just a casual meal! She knew about the custom, but it was one for a girlfriend visiting her boyfriend’s family for the first time. They hadn’t even confirmed their relationship yet, and she felt tricked by this man.

What’s worse is that after Benjamin Jones unfairly accepted the red packet from the Joneses on behalf of Catherine Ford, he disdainfully turned towards Truman Jones, "Remember to make it a generous one."

Catherine Ford wished she could cover her face, while the man beside her seemed completely unfazed, the perennially glacial handsomeness of his face showing his usual indifference.

Feeling helpless, Catherine Ford had no choice but to harden her scalp and thank them, secretly cursing the man beside her internally, suspecting he did it on purpose.

"What are you thinking about?" Benjamin Jones, seeing Catherine Ford’s expression, knew she was grumbling about him inwardly.

"It’s nothing." Catherine Ford showed a fake smile to the man beside her, then continued talking with Mrs. Jones.

Mrs. Jones, seeing the interaction between the two, smiled even broader and nudged her husband with a lifted eyebrow, signaling him to notice their son’s change.

Although Mr. Jones had been persuaded by his wife, it was in fact his first time seeing his younger son interact with Catherine Ford. He was surprised to realize that his son, who is usually detached, could be cunning and shameless when he fancies someone. Internally astonished, his face remained as unyielding as a mountain, receiving his wife’s glance and giving a light cough to acknowledge.

Catherine Ford was oblivious to the old couple’s silent communication, but having interacted with Mrs. Jones before, they were familiar with each other and shared numerous common topics, talking about cooking to ingredients, and from ingredients to Alice, who occasionally chimed in. The three men turned into a background wall.

By the end of the meal, both hosts and guests were more than satisfied.

As they were leaving, Mrs. Jones prepared four types of gifts for Catherine Ford. Under the cold gaze of his brother, Truman Jones obediently prepared two generous red packets.

Catherine Ford looked at the gift in front of her and the red envelope that had been forcefully stuffed into her palm; her cheeks flushed pink. She felt she could never show her face at the Joneses again. Who ever heard of Benjamin Jones demanding red envelopes from people?

"Why feel embarrassed? This shows they value you." Seeing Catherine’s rosy cheeks, Benjamin Jones cheerfully tapped her cheek with the back of his hand, "So hot, one could fry an egg on them."

"You..."

This man actually had the nerve to tease her, not even considering the things he had done.

"Hahaha." Benjamin couldn’t help but burst into loud laughter.

The stunned Joneses, including Truman Jones, looked over from behind, all wearing expressions of disbelief. Their icy family member had laughed, and such a hearty laugh at that? It was as if the sun had risen from the west. Each of them couldn’t help but take an extra look at Catherine.

Was this boy really that into this girl?

Catherine, confronted with the three Jones’ identical baffled expressions, touched her face uncertainly. Was there something dirty on her face?

"Cough cough, Catherine, why don’t you stay over tonight instead of going back? Auntie will take you for a tour of Benjamin’s room," Mrs. Jones reacted the quickest.

"Thank you, Auntie, but I have work tomorrow. Maybe next time," Catherine hurriedly declined, too embarrassed to stay any longer.

This time Benjamin didn’t say anything more. After Catherine finished speaking, she turned to his parents and brother, "Dad, Mom, Bro, I’ll take Catherine and Alice back."

Then, the Joneses watched as the usually coldest member of the family carefully put a hat on Alice and then fixed Catherine’s scarf before picking up Alice in one arm and holding Catherine’s hand in the other, "Let’s go."

Not until the two adults and the little one completely disappeared around the corner did Mrs. Jones snapped back to reality, "I’m finally experiencing the saying ’Once married, you forget your mother.’"

"When has he ever been so considerate towards his own father?" Mr. Jones added with a sigh.

Truman, thinking about his nearly twenty-thousand loss right after returning home, a look of disgust crossed his rugged handsome face, so similar to Benjamin’s, "Dad, be realistic, stop daydreaming now that it’s nighttime."

Mr. Jones turned to look at his son, "Heh, then I’ll dream something more realistic. When are you bringing a girlfriend home? Your brother’s daughter is already three and a half years old; you as the elder brother can’t keep procrastinating marriage, can you?"

Truman, having shot himself in the foot, "..."

After clearing his throat, he looked at his father with a serious expression and laughed, "Dad, that’s cheating. Don’t pressure me. If you really push me, I might just find a divorced woman with a kid and give you a ready-made grandson to play with?"

Unlike Benjamin’s cold sternness, Truman, who was in the military year-round, had a tough and soldierly air about him but had a roguishly charming smile.

And because he had returned home late, Mrs. Jones and Mr. Jones hadn’t had the chance to explain Catherine Ford and Alice’s situation in detail. Truman, from the bits and pieces he got from Alice, concluded that Catherine was divorced and subconsciously assumed Alice was her ex-husband’s child.

Upon hearing this, Mr. Jones, such a cultured man, couldn’t help but pick up the household blanket in a bout of anger, intending to whack his son.

Truman neatly dodged, "Dad, a gentleman uses his words, not his hands!"

"You’re not young anymore and still lack seriousness. What do you know? Alice is Benjamin’s biological daughter and my own granddaughter! If you speak nonsense again, I’ll break your dog legs," Mr. Jones said indignantly.

Truman was stunned upon hearing this, forgetting to dodge his father’s second attack, and even after taking a hit, showed little reaction, "Dad, don’t kid me. Do I not know Benjamin’s character? How could he possibly have a daughter as big as Alice? You must be joking!"

But when he finished, he noticed that neither of his parents were laughing, suddenly bracing his chin, even the normally stoic military man was taken aback, "Really... really?"

"A paternity test has been done, how could it be fake? Don’t you think Alice looks exactly like Benjamin did when he was young?" Mrs. Jones seemed to take malicious pleasure in her eldest son’s discomposure.

Truman Jones immediately thought of the familiar feeling when he first saw Alice, but he hadn’t thought much of it at the time. Now, hearing his mother’s words, he suddenly realized the truth, but how could this be possible?

He had truly underestimated his younger brother!

Defeated!

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Leaving the old Jones family home, Catherine Ford looked complexly at the man beside her who was holding Alice in his arms, unsure whether to tsukkomi this man or to praise him.

Upon reaching Rose Valley, Catherine wasn’t deceived, carrying the sleeping Alice directly back to her place, only to see Benjamin follow suit, and before leaving, he didn’t forget to put down six red envelopes and gifts prepared by Mrs. Jones for her.

Catherine was somewhat anxious, "I can’t accept this!"

"Then you return them to them tomorrow," Benjamin shrugged, then added, "If my mom sees this, she will definitely be heartbroken. You don’t know how many years she has been pushing for marriage, she’s probably overjoyed to give these red envelopes today."

"But we..."

"You think you can still run?" Catherine wanted to say that they hadn’t reached that point, but Benjamin cut her off directly.

Catherine felt as if she had somehow boarded a pirate ship upon hearing this.

"Good night, get some rest." Seeing Catherine stunned, Benjamin slightly curled his lips and closed the door for her.

Looking at the closed door, Catherine sighed helplessly. Although she felt embarrassed, she couldn’t deceive herself about the sweetness deep in her heart. The things Benjamin had done for her made her feel comforted; he was giving her a sense of security in his own way.

Turning to see the red envelopes on the table, Catherine finally went forward to open them, and then stood there aghast. She had guessed that the red envelopes were thick, but she hadn’t expected them to be this thick. She displayed her talent in being greedy for money—counting it.

Soon, Catherine totaled the amounts: two of the red envelopes contained ten thousand and one each, another just ten thousand, while Alice’s were two envelopes with six thousand six hundred sixty-six each, and one with nine thousand nine hundred ninety-nine, altogether adding up to fifty-three thousand three hundred thirty-three yuan.

This... isn’t it too much?

She could tell that the two ’one in ten thousand’ red envelopes must have been given by the Joneses’ parents, signifying their good intentions, showing they were truly willing to accept her.

And the meaning behind these numbers was more precious to Catherine Ford than the numbers themselves.

After thinking it over, Catherine placed all six red envelopes in the box under her bed, planning to save them when she had time and then give a reciprocal gift to the Joneses and their eldest son in the future.

After settling these matters, Catherine went to wash up, meanwhile wiping clean the face, hands, and feet of the sleeping Alice, then got into bed with not a trace of sleepiness. She opened Facebook on her phone and found thousands of messages, which froze her phone completely.

"What’s going on?" Catherine mumbled to herself, and then waited until the messages stopped flashing up and down before she could clearly read them.

Because she worked in the logistics department, Catherine usually interacted with personnel from various departments, but many were just acquaintances; even if they added each other on Facebook, they rarely talked about anything beyond work. Especially in a large corporation like LG, many of the slightly better-off colleagues looked down on those in logistics. It was already polite of them not to boss the logistics staff around like servants, let alone anything else. But now, both previously acquainted and unacquainted people were reaching out to her to strike up a conversation.

Catherine took a look around; if the messages weren’t probing how she knew Benjamin, they were indirectly fishing for information about him. In any case, there were no well-meaning overtures free from ulterior motives, so she simply ignored them all and only looked at Lewis’s message, asking if she knew about Anna Ford’s situation, didn’t she?

This stumped Catherine. How would she know anything about some young lady’s affairs? She replied to Lewis with a string of question marks.

Soon there was a reply, "You don’t know? Didn’t you see the group message?"

"Go take a look!"

"Never mind, I’ll send it directly to you."

Lewis kept sending several messages, and at last forwarded a video to Catherine Ford.

It was then that Catherine Ford realized she might have misunderstood the meaning of Lewis’s words just now. She opened the video and immediately heard the noisy cursing, to find two women fighting each other. At first glance, she didn’t recognize who the two were until one woman grabbed the other’s hair in the video. Only then she saw both clearly.

Nancy Newman and Anna Ford?

Looking at the two, their makeup smeared and faces covered in bloodstains, Catherine Ford was dumbfounded. This... isn’t it too intense?

Staring blankly at the two women’s catfight, Catherine Ford sent Lewis a string of question marks. Why on earth were these two fighting?

Lewis hurriedly told Catherine Ford the news he had gathered in the afternoon. After hearing it, Catherine twitched at the corner of her mouth; these two really started a public fight over a misunderstanding, quite some talent!

Although Catherine Ford felt it was unethical, she couldn’t help but watch the video two more times, finding it immensely satisfying.

She felt very thrilled.

But after the thrill, Catherine Ford looked at Anna Ford’s face, scratched up by Nancy Newman, and couldn’t help but smirk: how was this woman going to host tomorrow’s event with that face?

However, it was not her concern. After briefly chatting with Lewis, Catherine Ford went to bed. That’s when the man she had pinned messaged her, "See you tomorrow."

Catherine Ford, looking at these three words and thinking about the dance at tomorrow’s annual meeting, couldn’t help but feel a surge of anticipation. She wondered if she would have the chance to dance with him tomorrow?

While musing about it, Catherine Ford fell asleep and even forgot to reply to Benjamin Jones.

Benjamin Jones waited for a while and didn’t get a reply from Catherine Ford, worried that Catherine might really be angry. He got up, opened the curtains, and saw that it was already dark across the way, before lying back down.

In the morning, both had very accurate biological clocks.

When Catherine Ford came to make breakfast, Benjamin Jones was already running on the treadmill.

"Good morning." Benjamin Jones stopped his run, wiped the sweat from his cheeks, and approached Catherine Ford.

Catherine Ford hadn’t got close before she smelled the sweat on the man, not unpleasant, mixed with a refreshing hint of shower gel, but that wasn’t the point. The point was he was wearing fitness attire, showcasing his good physique, and with every step appearing like moving pheromones, making her heartbeat quicken. She feared being unable to resist the temptation so early in the morning and quickly darted into the kitchen, "What would you like to eat?"

Benjamin Jones, watching Catherine Ford’s cheeks gradually turn pink, was in good spirits. He liked the flustered look of this silly woman being tempted by him.

It was adorable.

People are strange; once you like someone, you find every aspect of them lively.

Benjamin Jones really wanted to say "I want to eat you."