Everyone’s here, that’s just great! Today, I really couldn’t resist, I absolutely had to vent! I reckon we’re all about the same age, so, this rant of mine, I believe, will surely resonate with you all! ——Most Handsome Poor Man.

You guys know about Jane Sampson, right? She was literally the nightmare of my childhood! Forever the child of another family that mother always talks about! Outstanding, outstanding, outstanding, that’s her middle name, let me tell you, my mother still idolizes her to this day! ——Most Handsome Poor Man.

Don’t you guys think this girl is deliberately making things difficult for us? There are so many outstanding people out there, why does she have to be so high-profile? ——Most Handsome Poor Man.

So many kids grew up and lost their looks, how come she was just perfect at dodging the landmines of appearance, getting prettier and more charming as she grows? ——Most Handsome Poor Man.

Seriously, when is Jane Sampson going to fall out of favor? Every time she appears on TV, my mother is thrilled, while I, am in despair. ——Most Handsome Poor Man.

Seeing this, Peter Gingery sneakily glanced at Jane Sampson across from him, and sure enough, he saw her looking utterly dejected.

Who did I provoke? Is disaster falling from the sky?

Poor youth, that’s some commendable bravery you’ve got there! [Smile] A man’s got to do what a man’s got to do. ——Little Protein Prince.

??? ——Most Handsome Poor Man.

What’s the matter, little prince? Don’t you think what I’m saying makes sense? Didn’t you have a shadow over your adolescence from Jane Sampson? Didn’t your mother compare her with you? ——Most Handsome Poor Man.

Peter Gingery’s childhood was all about growing strong under the shadow of Jane Sampson, not just one phase of adolescence.

But,

Peter Gingery looked back a few steps at James Black sitting on the sofa reading a book, slowly raised his head to look at Jane, grinned, and chuckled, "Little Jane, being childhood sweethearts and growing up with you, you have no idea how happy that makes me~ I must have accumulated good karma for eighteen generations."

"You have a strong will to live," Jane commented with a raised eyebrow as she praised Peter Gingery.

Following that, she replied with a line.

Jane Sampson is my goddess, and I wish her everlasting fame and success, may she rise to the top soon, and become a superstar known by everyone! ——Princess Egg-Yolk.

The extent some people go to abandon their shame is quite terrifying. ——Today is a tired little princess.

This little miss is actually quite nice. ——Mimi Wood is not Forest.

Yes, she is very nice. ——Still the world’s hope.

When conversations don’t mesh, not one word more, let’s not chat, let’s start a game, here we go! ——Most Handsome Poor Man.

Jane Sampson and Peter Gingery sat on the floor playing games on their mobile phones, while James Black watched them, his gaze irresistibly falling on Jane.

Sometimes James Black would think if Jane hadn’t married him back then, what kind of life would she be living now?

Perhaps she would have married a man with similar passions and hobbies, sitting together like with Peter Gingery, side by side playing games, and then discussing the same topics.

Her expressions while gaming were very animated – frustrated, triumphant, happy, excited, and even angrily pounding at the floor – so lively that it was captivating.

At these times, James Black would think, thankfully, in the end, he married her.

Jane had just finished the second round of the game and was about to start the third when a phone call suddenly came in on her mobile phone.

It was Harry Little Money, who was looking after Coco Edwards in the hospital.

Jane pressed the answer button and greeted the caller with a hello.