The traffic was bad. The road back to Longman's villa was backed up. And with the distinctive roar of cars in the city, Nelly and Benjamin were battling it out!

"...ha, you idiot woman. You don't overtake when you should. Look, the red light is on now!"

Nelly drove with her back straight and proud, looking like a queen, "Mr. Longman, are you blind? There's an old lady crossing the road in front of me, and if I really drive over there and have an accident, will you take responsibility for me?"

Benjamin sneered, "You're not convinced when I call you idiot? The old lady walks slow, so you won't run into her if you drive across the street!" After a pause, he cursed again, "Coward."

Nelly slapped the steering wheel in anger, "Can you drive for yourself? Let me see your spirit?"

Crossing his arms over his chest, Benjamin gravely refused, "My hands aren't for feeling the steering wheel."

"Then what are they for?"

"Of course... they are for feeling women." He was relaxed as if he were talking about what to eat tonight.

Shit! Lovelace! Pervert! Masher!

The war in the car had been going on in a way of tiffs. Benjamin had haunted in all kinds of social occasions. So he was sharp, responsive, and very naughty, and Nelly had been beaten. She blushed, kept her mouth shut, and focused on driving.

If she continued to be "bullied" by him, she might have to often rear-end before she got home!

It was dark and the city lights were on. It was like a world war in the car and Nelly parked the car off outside the courtyard, "Here we are."

When she finished saying, she didn't care what Benjamin wanted to do. She got off the car and slammed the door. She didn't even pull away the car key.

Benjamin looked disgruntled, but got into the driver's seat and pulled it into the garage anyway.

Thin heels, long and straight legs, slim waist. Nelly was dressed formally for work. She wore her long hair up, wore a white body-hugging V-neck wrap-around skirt and a small blue blazer. A very ordinary company uniform became differently good-looking on her.

She was indeed prim and proper, but Benjamin wanted very much to ruin her prim and have the woman reveal her truest self to him completely.

He returned with a cigarette in his mouth and his hands in his pockets. He just in time saw Nelly was rummaging for her keys. He frowned and thought the woman had very little common sense. Since she was home, she could just ring the bell and ask the maid to open the door.

Little did he know that every time Nelly returned, Alison found the doorbell too noisy. After one or two arguments, she'd developed her own habit of opening the door.

When Nelly entered, she saw Alison and a boy sitting on the sofa. It seemed they were chatting happily

She could just see the boy's back. It was fall, but he was wearing a tank top and sweatpants. His back was broad and his beautiful musculature was visible. His trousers were rolled up to his ankles, exposing his long, strong calves.

He sat casually. There were empty Coke cans upside down on the coffee table and a suitcase at his feet.

Hearing the door open, they stopped chatting on the couch. One looked up and one turned the head. Both of them looked at the door.

Nelly froze for a second and started laughing. It was a genuinely good-looking smile that Alison and Benjamin had rarely seen.

As soon as the sturdy, handsome boy with red lips and white teeth saw that it was Nelly who had entered, he rose to meet her. He completely didn't care about the disgruntled gaze of Alison behind him.

"Nelly."

She realized that he wasn't a child anymore as the boy stood in front of her.

Nelly was close to one point eight meters tall, but she stood in front of him only up to his armpits. The boy was full of energy. His mouth was curled like a newborn sun, dazzling but not glaring.

"Long time no see, Neal!"

Nelly reached out and touched his head like she used to. The boy's smile disappeared. He took her hand down and held it, "Nelly, I'm not a kid anymore!"

Indeed, Neal White, at eighteen, was already a tall man.

Benjamin looked at the eyes of the boy with mixed feelings of amusement and inexplicable apprehension.

Neal White was his aunt's only son. His cousin Neal had been a beautiful boy since he was a child. As a result, all the Longmans treated Neal as their treasure and spoiled him.

Gradually, Neal became more and more irritable, and when he had a problem with someone, he got into a fight! He did this from kindergarten to the tenth grade. Eventually, the principal couldn't handle the protests of the entire school's parents and expelled him.

Strangely, though, Neal didn't like anyone at that time, but was impressed with Nelly, who had just married Benjamin.

Benjamin wasn't interested in knowing how Nelly had developed a relationship with the little panther in the first place. But when he wanted to know now, no one wanted to tell him!

Hiding his complicated thoughts, he pretended to look at them calmly, "Neal White, do you think I'm dead?"

Neal saw that he was a little disgruntled and quickly called him, "Ben, you're back."

Benjamin replied with a secret rage, "You just saw me now, you brat? You suffer from the same selective blindness as Nelly!"

Nelly and Neal didn't care what he was thinking. They held hands as they walked and Neal talked to Nelly about the interesting experiences he'd had since he'd been in the military.

"You don't know. I cried the whole way on the train to training in the desolate highland in S City. None of my comrades wanted to associate with me anymore."

"You cried?" Nelly was surprised.

"Yes, because I was so homesick. Then I went to the plateau and I was crying so hard that I couldn't breathe. So finally the officer felt bad and gave me a bottle of oxygen. Otherwise, I might have been sent back that night. It was... so embarrassing!"

Nelly burst out laughing and Neal looked at her unhappily.

Nelly rushed to comfort him, "You used to have a good life and never suffered anything, so it's normal to cry. But I see you're in much better spirits now. I almost couldn't recognize you just now."

It was the truth. The old Neal was weak. The Neal of today had a whole different kind of masculinity.

It was Benjamin's suggestion that Neal should join the army.

He felt that Neal had a difficult personality and the family could not bear to be too strict with him. Therefore, it was better to send him to the army, which might help him temper his hostility.

Neal's parents also found this reasonable. So one day, Neal was forced to take his luggage and get on a train to become one of the thousands of new recruits.