Grace Bennett not only didn’t get angry, but instead perked up her small chest with delight, feeling overjoyed inside. The nickname “flat-chested” had followed her for years, and today she’d finally met someone who understood her—how could she not be happy? Haha, must have been bewitched by this little beauty’s charm.

Seizing the moment, Grace Bennett pressed her chest tightly against Brian Harris, her big, bright eyes quickly misting over, swaying at him with a faint, plaintive look: “You, you actually say you don’t know me? We, we’ve already been like that, brother-in-law, you’re a man, you’re not going to shirk responsibility, are you?” Her voice was so loud it was as if she was deliberately speaking for the onlookers to hear.

Sure enough, the previously indifferent crowd all turned to look, some with disdain, some with excitement, their ears pricking up. In this bustling city, even a small piece of gossip could bring a bit of thrill to restless hearts.

Seeing the sly, mischievous smile at the corner of the girl’s mouth, Brian Harris felt a headache coming on. How did he end up running into such a troublemaker? Was she trying to blackmail him? He instinctively patted his flat wallet, then felt reassured. Hmph, a barefoot man isn’t afraid of someone with shoes—bring on whatever tricks you’ve got: “You can eat whatever you want, but you can’t say whatever you want. What brother-in-law, what do you mean ‘been like that’?”

Grace Bennett suddenly stood on tiptoe and whispered in his ear, mysteriously pointing at the handsome young boy who seemed to be deliberately keeping his distance from her. Then, with a narcissistic little look, she said, “That guy’s been following me for days, and I just can’t shake him off. Sigh, blame it on this little beauty’s overwhelming charm. Uncle, help me out, okay? In a bit, just follow my lead and get rid of him, OK?” Seeing his expression change instantly, Grace Bennett glanced nonchalantly at the crowd, humming threateningly: “If you don’t help me get rid of him, hmph, I’m sure our audience would love to hear something even juicier, like stories about a middle-aged uncle and an underage girl, or sisters serving the same man… Hmph, just wait to see yourself on the front page tomorrow, uncle.”

Looking at his dejected appearance, Grace Bennett felt a bit smug. Hmph, serving this little beauty is your honor—others beg for the chance and can’t get it. Stupid uncle, with that lecherous look just now, you’re clearly no good. Did you really think this little beauty would actually fall for you?

Actually, she had no idea that our comrade Brian Harris was secretly hurt by being called “uncle.” Brother-in-law was one thing—at least they’d be of the same generation—but being called “uncle” left him a bit depressed.

“Am I really that old? I always thought I looked like a middle schooler.” Brian Harris shamelessly said, rubbing his “old” face, making our Miss Grace Bennett cover her mouth and pretend to gag. My goodness, she’d seen shameless people before, but never anyone this shameless.

“Forget it, kids say the darndest things, kids say the darndest things.”

“Kids, kids say the darndest things!” Grace Bennett really wanted to sit on him and squash him flat, puffing out her cheeks and once again sticking out her not-so-full chest, retorting, “Open your eyes and look—how am I a kid? I’m about to start high school! Hmph, stupid uncle, smelly uncle, uncouth pervy uncle.”

Brian Harris was no longer tempted by her—he wasn’t that desperate, after all. He glanced at the shy boy in the distance and really felt sorry for him. What’s so great about this girl, anyway? Other than being a bit pretty, a bit cute, a bit mischievous… uh, forget it, let’s just do a good deed for the day and help out a “disabled child.”

He patted the “disabled child’s” small shoulder and shamelessly bragged, “Alright, go call him over. My nickname is ‘Love Guru’—that’s not just talk. Today I’ll show you how I bring lost lambs back to the joyful fields.”

The little vixen rolled her eyes at him. “Oh hoho… at least you know what’s good for you.” After all, she was still a kid at heart, and any trace of displeasure from before was gone. Grace Bennett happily skipped away.

“Hey, Adam Clark, my brother-in-law is calling you over, hurry up!” Grace Bennett glared at him fiercely, her tone absolutely unfriendly. In her eyes, a man should have some masculinity—an air of dominance in every move. But this Adam Clark, who’d been chasing her for years, didn’t even have a whiff of dominance in front of her, not even the guts to fart, always timid and reserved, making Miss Grace Bennett want to punch him.

Adam Clark looked at her nervously, blushing furiously. “I—I’d better not go. Maybe another time, another time.”

“Are you scared of strangers?” Grace Bennett probed, and when he nodded in response, she was furious. Her slender finger poked Adam Clark’s forehead, the other hand on her hip, and she unleashed a torrent of scolding: “Tell me, how did a gentle, cute, beautiful, and kind girl like me end up knowing such a stick-in-the-mud like you? And you keep saying you want to chase me. Well, tell me, what’s so good about you? You’re not mature, not experienced, you don’t fight back when hit or talk back when scolded. You’re a man—act like one! What do you do when you see a thug? One word: fight! What about a thief? One word: beat! What about a woman? One word: pounce…” Our Miss Grace Bennett kept waving her fists, panting as she lectured the next generation, every word forceful and rousing—so much so that even Brian Harris, who had long since slipped away, had no idea what was happening.