Seeing that Jasmine had come in as well, the crease in Boyceâs brow didnât lengthen, but wrinkled even more.
There was even a vague hint of concern in his eyes as he gave her a look.
âJasmine, I think I forgot.â
Jasmine was puzzled, âWhat have you forgotten?â
Boyce stammered. After a while, he said, âWhat if you get pregnant?â. Jasmine finally understood what he meant.
Then she glanced around the room, but saw no condom.
Boyce had bought it last time. They didnât use it this time, though. No, they went many times in one day, and they didnât use it at all.
Jasmine figured, if she really did get pregnant, so be it. It wasnât a big deal to her.
âArenât you happy if I get pregnant? Donât you like kids?â Jasmine placated him.
Boyce shook his head. It wasnât that he didnât like kids. But Jasmine hadnât graduated yet, so how could she get pregnant?
âFirst of all, weâre legally married. Iâm also of legal age. If Iâm married and I got pregnant, and my husband can afford it, whatâs wrong with that?â
Jasmine went inside and reached for her clothes. For comfort purposes, she chose the only dress she had.
It wasnât because it made her look good. It was for convenience, and she felt more comfortable.
Boyce approached and said, âIâll wait for you outside.â Jasmine nodded.
After Jasmine changed, the two went outside.
Boyce was not a romantic person. He asked Jasmine what she wanted to eat. If she wanted to eat, he would take her there.
He wouldnât dream of taking her to a romantic place to eat just because today was a special day for them.
Jasmine didnât mind at all either. She knew Boyceâs character was like that. After dinner, they took a walk back.
The weather was no longer so hot this time of year, and it was getting cooler.
Jasmine took his arm and stepped childishly into the shadows of the street. The street was full of people. They were either strolling or shopping for things. There were also some stores on the side of the street.
Someone was selling flowers by the street. The flowers were nicely wrapped in paper, unlike the ones wrapped in colorful papers in the flower shop. The plain, pure colored paper looked more like flowers to decorate the house.
The flower seller was pulling a tricycle, and the basket behind him was filled with all kinds of flowers, decorating the modest tricycle beautifully.
Jasmine drew Boyce over and pointed to a bouquet of pink babyâs breath.
She asked, âSir, how much is this?â
The salesman smiled and replied, âItâs twenty-five yuan.â
Jasmine tried to haggle, âIâll buy it for fifteen yuan.â
The salesman glanced at Boyce, who was standing next to Jasmine, smiled and said, âMiss, the gentleman next to you doesnât look like a person with little money. I will be in trouble if I sell him for fifteen yuan, so please donât haggle with me.â
Jasmine said, âIf you donât want to sell it to me, Iâll go get it from another store.â
âWell, Sir. Since your girlfriend likes it, why donât you buy it? Itâs only ten yuan difference. You, looking at you, donât look like someone with little money.â The salesman turned to Boyce. When it came to buying things, women tended to be stingier, while men were more generous. Usually, men didnât haggle when buying things.
âThen Iâll buy it.â Boyce didnât buy it because of what the salesman had said. It was because of Jasmine. She never asked him for anything, and she never asked him for gifts either. It was just a cheap bouquet of flowers anyway.
As Boyce was pulling out his money, Jasmine snatched his wallet and told the salesman, âIâll take care of your money. You can still earn something if you sell me fifteen yuan. Iâll buy it from you right now if you sell it to me. If not, Iâll leave. Itâs not like Iâll make you lose money.â
The salesman laughed and said, âMiss, you donât look so old, how come you are so good at bargaining? All right, all right, Iâll sell it to you, even if itâs a loss.â
The salesman took the bouquet out of his car and handed it to Jasmine.
Jasmine smiled and took it, âThank you very much, sir.â
She didnât ask him to return the favor, since it was a loss, why was she selling it to him anyway? It was not easy to do business. However, she had to live her life too, Boyceâs money was also hard earned. It wasnât easy for everyone. Therefore, she didnât want to waste the money, but she wouldnât say sarcastic words to make fun of the sellers either.
He handed the wallet back to Boyce. Boyce glanced at it, took the wallet and paid the salesman. When he returned the change, he put it back in the wallet.
Jasmine held the bouquet of flowers in one hand and held Boyceâs arm with the other. They strolled down the road for a while. Then, as they walked away from the flower seller, Jasmine merely said, âIn the future you shouldnât spend your money hand over fist. Itâs not easy to make money, so you shouldnât just spend it.â
Boyceâs salary was limited, even Armand was richer than him.
He was the poorest of the three.
Boyce said, âI didnât spend my money carelessly.â
âYou can buy it with fifteen yuan, why do you want to pay twenty-five yuan for it?â. Jasmine glared at him. If she hadnât taken his wallet, he would have paid the seller the money.
Boyceâs face did not undergo any change. He said seriously, âI saw that you like it, so I want to buy it from you.â
Jasmine gave him a glance and her heart instantly filled with joy.
She wasnât spending out of carelessness. She was buying it because she liked it.
âDoloresâs baby is very pretty. Letâs go to her house tomorrow and take a look at the baby.â After saying that, Jasmine realized that Boyce had to leave for work tomorrow. It looked like he didnât have time to go.
âWhat time are you coming back tomorrow?â she asked.
âIn the afternoon,â Boyce answered her.
Obviously, he didnât have time.
Jasmine said, âWe can go together when youâre free.â
Boyce replied with an âum,â âIf you donât have anything to do, you can go visit them.
Donât go to work anymore, just let me know when you run out of money.â
Jasmine: âIâll take care of it.â
She still wanted to work if there was any work suitable for her. She didnât want to be totally dependent on him.
They took a walk and returned home. The first thing Jasmine did when she got back was to look for a vase. She had bought the vase at home. It wasnât expensive, but she thought it was very pretty. The corners of the clear glass vase sparkled like crystals under the light. After pouring some water, she put the bouquet of babyâs breath in the vase.
She placed the vase next to the TV cabinet, and instantly a touch of sweetness was added to the house.
She reached out and gently touched it, and the corners of her lips curved into a smile.
Boyce walked over, stood behind her and glanced at the vase of flowers. He said, âDo you really like it that much?â
Jasmine replied, âItâs not that. I just really like looking at it. Maybe itâs that Iâm visually oriented, so I like beautiful things. Itâs not just flowers, but I like a lot of beautiful things, likeâ¦â
She stared at Boyce and deliberated slowly.
Boyce couldnât tell what she was thinking, âLike what?â
Jasmine stood on her tiptoes and hooked her neck. Then, she said, âLike you.â
Boyceâs pupils gradually darkened. He said in a low, husky voice, âJasmine, I like you too.â
Jasmine said, âI know. If you donât like me, why did you marry me as your wife? Ahâ¦â
As soon as she finished the sentence, she was suddenly caught off guard and picked up by Boyce. She couldnât help but yelp in surprise.
But she soon regained her composure and her body softened in surprise, âWhat are you doing? You scared me.â
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