Seize His Little Wife

Christine White takes all this in stride, but doesn’t pay much attention; she’s opening a bottle of red wine, in her office, and having a celebratory dinner with Baird Lane.

“I know you can’t drink alcohol, it gives you a headache, so I only poured you a sip’s worth, should that be okay?” Christine White handed Baird Lane a very small glass of red wine.

Baird Lane raised his hand to take it, “No problem.”

Christine White smiled, put down the bottle of red wine, picked up her own glass and sat down next to him, “That’s good then, in order to celebrate our big success this time, and I got the Wang family’s company as expected, how about we have a toast?”

She raised her glass toward him.

Baird Lane looked away and said nothing, clinking his own glass with hers before tilting his head back and drinking the red wine from the quilt.

Christine White saw that he was so quick, the nice-looking eyebrows raised a little, also not willing to lag behind, a mouthful of wine in his own cup.

“This is good wine.” Baird Lane snapped as he toyed with his goblet.

Christine White fished over the bottle and poured herself another glass, the pride in her eyes couldn’t be stopped, “That’s for sure, this is my dad’s collection, he gave it to me as a rare favor, and I treasure it, I wouldn’t give it to anyone in general.”

Hearing this, a strange gleam crossed Baird Lane’s eyes, “People don’t normally give him a drink, so why did you give it to me?”

Christine White cocked her head in thought, “Presumably you’re not a normal person.”

Baird Lane narrowed his eyes, “So what am I like to you?”

“You guess.” Christine White smiled at her mysteriously.

Baird Lane dropped his eyelids and didn’t speak any more, but in his heart he was inexplicably a little timid.

Cowardly, she made a fool of herself and said the answer that wasn’t what she had in mind.

A flash of displeasure flashed in Christine White’s eyes when she saw Baird Lane hesitate to speak.

She had acted so obviously, deliberately letting him know that she felt differently about him, and as a result, this man didn’t even put in a word, making it impossible for her to say what she was going to say below.

“By the way Baird, what did you come over here to see me about? I don’t believe you came over specifically to celebrate with me that I got the Wang family company.” Christine White took a sip of red wine and could only change the topic first.

Baird Lane crossed his fingers, “I came here to ask you a question.”

“Question?” Christine White flinched, “What question? Why don’t you ask it over the phone?”

Baird Lane’s gaze fell on the red wine bottle on the coffee table, his voice bland, “Do you know why the promoters of the Commercial War are going after the Lee-King families?”

Christine White shook her head, the work pretending not to know, “That’s a question I asked you yesterday and you wouldn’t say.”

Baird Lane hmmmed, “I’ll tell you now.”

“Really?” Christine White looked at him with glowing eyes.

Baird Lane nodded and eased things out.

What he didn’t see, when he said it, was the amazing coldness and mockery under Christine White’s eyes.

“I didn’t expect it to be like this.” Christine White covered her mouth in surprise, “No wonder the business war initiator is dealing with the Li Wang families, it turns out that their children did that kind of thing to the business war initiator’s children, but I can understand the business war initiator, if it was me, I would definitely do the same thing.”

Baird Lane pinched his brow, “I didn’t realize those kids, one of them, had such a heart.”

“They’re being led by Ann, too, aren’t they?” Christine White squinted at him.

Baird Lane closed his eyes wearily, “Yeah.”

“So what are you going to do, Ann is the one leading the bullying of the business war initiator’s children, I still remember what that waiter brought yesterday, the business war initiator asked you to discipline Ann, will you do it?” Christine White lowered her eyelids and asked in a nebulous voice, as if there was some other emotion hidden inside.

Baird Lane heard it, but couldn’t say what was hidden, and pursed his lips slightly as he returned, “She’s made a mistake, and deserves to be punished for it, but doesn’t know what to do with her, and she’s only five, after all, so that’s the question I came to ask you.”

“You expect me to help you with the idea of disciplining Ann?” Christine White was genuinely surprised now.

Baird Lane nodded, “That’s right, if the offender was an adult, I certainly wouldn’t be soft, but she’s a child, and I really don’t know how to go about it.”

“I can understand you, she is your daughter after all.” Christine White said, rubbing her chin.

Baird Lane frowned and corrected, “Stepdaughter, not biological.”

His own child, long gone.

“Okay, okay, it’s stepdaughter, it’s stepdaughter okay.” Christine White cried and laughed as she listened to his serious tone and hurriedly corrected her call.

Baird Lane’s brow stretched, “Do you have any ideas?”

“Way to go, I don’t know yet, you just said it, she’s a kid after all, and I’m an outsider, how am I supposed to come up with an idea like that.” Christine White spread her hands with a look of love.

Baird Lane just felt another headache.

Christine White looked at him and asked, as if offhandedly, “So where’s Ann now?”

“At the cottage, locked up for me.” Baird Lane returned casually without much thought.

Christine White nodded, taking this to heart, and turned to ask, “What about Miss Bort? Does Miss Bort know about this?”Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

“She doesn’t know, she hasn’t been in the right state of mind lately.” Baird Lane said with a slightly complicated expression.

Christine White heard her and feigned curiosity, “Out of sane? What’s wrong with her?”

“It’s fine.” Baird Lane shook his head slightly, clearly not wanting to say much.

After Christine White’s eyes were brightly lit for a few moments, she obediently stopped asking more questions and shifted the topic back to Ann Lane, “It’s not a solution for you to keep Ann locked up all the time like this, you’ve got to give an explanation to the commercial war initiator, otherwise she definitely won’t be able to stop.”

“I know, I’ll think about it.” Baird Lane held his forehead with a headache.

Christine White lowered her head, “You do it as soon as possible, calm down the anger of the Commercial War initiator early, otherwise I’m afraid that she’ll really take action against Ann herself, as we can see from the downfall of Li Wang’s families, what the Commercial War initiator cares about the most, is her child.”

That’s something Baird Lane doesn’t dispute.

Christine White added, “Speaking of which, why is Ann that kind of character? I see that you have a pretty positive outlook on things, how can I see that you don’t look like someone who would raise a child to be like that?”

Hearing this, Baird Lane’s handsome face instantly sank, and his voice also became much colder, “I didn’t teach Ann, I barely managed Ann’s education, Ann was brought around by Molly Bort.”

“Oh?” Christine White raised an eyebrow, “Ann was raised by Ms. Bort?”

This was really the first she had heard of it.

She had always thought that with his love for Ann Lane, Ann Lane’s education must have been arranged by him as well, but she didn’t expect that he hadn’t cared about it, which had taken her by surprise.

But yes, if he had taught her, Ann Lane might not have been so bad.

“Yes, she is very defensive of Ann, Ann was not allowed to be touched by anyone since she was born, and I didn’t pay too much attention to Ann in the first place because she wasn’t my own child, and I didn’t care about her upbringing of Ann, and I didn’t know it was too late until I found out now that Ann’s nature was crooked.” Baird Lane said in a faint voice.

Christine White murmurs, “So that’s it …”

Turns out he didn’t think of Ann Lane as his daughter from the beginning, but only later.

Thinking about this made Christine White feel a little better.

But only a little, a negligible amount; after all, no matter what, it couldn’t hide the fact that he’d still loved Ann Lane for a while.

“By the way, who is Ann’s real father?” Christine White asked again, feigning curiosity.