Jane Sampson’s fans are all very active. Once she posts on Twitter, the comments skyrocket.

Netizen: Wow, our Jane’s Monkey King is tempting us again.

Netizen: Wait, little Jane, can you first tell me how much this perfume costs? Can us common slum girls afford it?

Netizen: Yes, yes, yes, this perfume is super amazing, the name is kinda embarrassing, but the scent is really super nice, available in both men’s and women’s fragrances. I have a feeling that after little Jane’s promotion, this perfume is going to sell out quickly again.

Netizen: I’m a professional purchasing agent. Why do I follow little Jane? Because by following little Jane, I know in advance what’s good to sell. Okay, I’m off to stock up on this perfume. If any cute buyers are interested, DM me! Professional, authentic goods, you deserve it! Even if you’re not buying, feel free to add me to find out more, who knows, you might want to buy tomorrow?

Netizen: The single dogs have taken a 100 points damage hit, but, I suddenly had an epiphany, could it be that if I used this perfume, I could pretend to have a boyfriend? Could I pretend to have some morning fun with a boyfriend?

Netizen: Upstairs, the wall may not agree, but I agree with you!

Netizen: I oddly feel like what upstairs said makes a lot of sense, I’m speechlessly convinced.

Netizen: I just asked a purchasing agent, this perfume is from a niche brand in Country F, the price is not too people-friendly, but it’s still affordable if you tighten your belt, around one thousand bucks. You can use it for a long time, thinking about it makes me excited~

Jane Sampson scrolled through the comments giggling to herself for a few minutes. It’s true that the great gods of comedy have always come from the comment section.

And in the midst of these tens of thousands of comments, Jane Sampson actually saw a familiar ID amongst the multitude of people.

If you like it, that’s good. —— Jane Sampson’s Mr.Black.

Jane Sampson quietly watched for a while, not noticing anyone else paying attention to James Black’s reply, and then she stole some laughter for herself.

Jane Sampson thought to herself, James Black must not be happy at this moment, right? He replied so earnestly, but his comment was completely drowned in the sea of comments, not a single person noticed his reply.

James Black, in the upstairs study, glanced twice at Twitter but didn’t see a reply from Jane Sampson, nor a response from Jane Sampson’s fans. It was something he had grown accustomed to, so he logged out of Twitter.

After scanning the content retrieved from the internet on his mobile phone, James Black left the study and went downstairs.

He hadn’t even reached downstairs when he started calling out for Jane Sampson.

"Jane Sampson, Jane Sampson." After calling her name twice and hearing a crisp "What is it?" from the sofa, he looked over, "You’re not in the kitchen?"

"I came out. What are you calling me for?" Jane Sampson, sitting cross-legged on the sofa, waved to James Black.

"Put on your coat; I’m taking you to see a movie," James Black said as he picked up Jane’s coat from the sofa’s corner and handed it to her.

"It’s cold outside; I don’t want to go," Jane Sampson shook her head and dodged James Black’s hand with the coat, "Auntie has cooked lots of delicious food; I’m staying in the house for a meal."

The internet did not mention how to respond when your wife rejects a movie date because it’s cold outside.

James Black stood there frowning and tentatively asked, "Then, how about going to the amusement park to ride the ferris wheel?"

"I don’t want to go." Jane Sampson moved away two places from James Black before stopping, her gaze intently fixed on him. Seeing that he was about to speak again, she quickly interjected.