Contract Marriage: Let's Make It Real, Mrs. Sterling!-Chapter 325 - 324: My Dad Is Exploiting Labor

Cameron Grant’s car pulled into the community, dropped off the items, and then tactfully left.

Although it was snowing today, the weather wasn’t too cold. Mia Sutton wore a white down jacket, a large one that made her look very slim. Next to Jensen Sterling’s tall frame, Mia appeared even smaller.

Mia looked at the extra items and blinked twice, "Mr. Sterling, these things are..." because of the weather, her breath turned into white mist as she spoke.

Jensen: "I prepared them." It wouldn’t do for the little girl to prepare everything for New Year’s at home.

Mia responded with an "oh" and then bent down to pick up the items. Just as she straightened up and saw Jensen, she paused mid-motion, stood there dazed, and opened her mouth, "Mr. Sterling, what are you doing?"

Jensen paused in his action of straightening his collar, slowly let his hand down, lightly cleared his throat, and calmly said, "Nothing. Let’s go."

After speaking, he picked up the remaining items, his already tall and upright figure becoming even more so.

As Mia turned around, she could hardly believe that Mr. Sterling had been fixing his appearance. With her back to Jensen, she silently laughed, her eyes bending into crescents.

Oh no, she actually found Mr. Sterling just now to be a bit adorable.

At this moment, the door suddenly opened, and Holly Sutton appeared at the entrance in a casual knit sweater, looking at the two outside, "What’s going on? Are you two standing outside trying to be door gods?"

Mia: "..." She immediately looked up and glared at him.

Holly had been in his room upstairs, went to the window to smoke a cigarette, and then saw the two people standing below, a pile of things at their feet, talking there.

He thought there was something by the door that made the two stand there and watch.

Mia: "Come here and help with the stuff."

Holly, with his hands in his pockets, slightly raised his brow, "Haven’t seen you for a while, and you’ve grown bold. Is that how you talk to your brother?"

While saying this, he walked out the door and bent down to help them pick up some of the items.

He glanced at Jensen, recalled the action of straightening his clothes he saw earlier, and slightly nodded at him: "Let’s go inside."

With that, he led the two inside.

The Sutton Family wasn’t large, just Father Sutton, Mother Sutton, and Holly, plus the housekeeper. Now with Mia and Jensen here, there were a total of six people.

Father Sutton was in the living room, in front of him was a wooden table made of rosewood, with a piece of red paper at the center of the table. An ink stone was placed at the corner, and Simon Sutton held a writing brush, standing at the table. Dipping the brush in ink, he wrote on the paper.

Holly hadn’t mentioned Mia and Jensen’s arrival to them when he went out, so Simon didn’t know and continued writing.

Mia placed the items she was holding down on a side table and then poked Holly with her hand, "Brother, is Dad writing couplets again?"

Holly responded affirmatively.

Every year when the New Year came around, the Sutton Family would paste couplets at the front door and even on the doors inside the house, all of which Simon personally wrote, never finding it burdensome.

Sometimes, not only for their own use, but Simon would also give some to friends and family because his calligraphy was well-regarded, making everyone like using the couplets he wrote.

The Suttons highly valued such holidays. Their family had always been like this, coming from a scholarly lineage. Though Simon had ventured into business, he hadn’t neglected the arts, dabbling in calligraphy, Go, and tea ceremony.

Thus, they placed significant importance on festivals, especially major ones like New Year’s.

Noticing his dad was busy writing, Holly turned and left, returning a while later with a cup of water, handed it to Jensen: "Just sit anywhere and have some water."

Then he told Mia: "You wait here, I’ll get Mom."

After speaking, he left, went back to his room, and then headed to the kitchen.

Ashley Vance was in the kitchen preparing dishes with Aunt Song, pondering how to plate a dish, when she saw Holly enter and beckoned him, "Come here and take a look at how this is."

Holly went over, examined it earnestly, and said, "Very nice; just like this, Mom."

Ashley studied it a bit longer, nodded, put the dish aside, and continued preparing the next one, speaking as she worked, "Isn’t Mia back yet? Give her a call and see where they are."

Holly moved a plate of food from the cutting board to one side and said, "They’ve already arrived."

Ashley’s hands paused, she glanced at him, then stripped off her disposable gloves and headed out, "Why didn’t you say so earlier?"

Holly: "..... They just got home."

Ashley quickly emerged from the kitchen and saw her daughter sitting on a stool with her legs slightly swinging, holding a cup and sipping water, occasionally glancing towards where Simon was.

Ashley followed her gaze, seeing Simon standing by with Jensen standing in front of the table, writing couplets with a brush in hand.

Ashley: "....."

She walked over and gave Mia’s head a light tap, making Mia look up with a playful glint in her eyes, "Mom~"

Ashley: "What’s up with your dad?"

Mia set the cup down, stood from the chair, looked in that direction, and murmured playfully, "Dad’s squeezing manpower again."

Ashley: "....."

Just after Holly had left, her dad asked him to check out his latest work, and when he looked up and didn’t see her brother, he saw her and Mr. Sterling instead.

Then she saw Father Sutton pause slightly, even putting his brush down on the table, "You’ve arrived, why so quiet?"

Mia stuck out her tongue, "Just didn’t want to disturb you, seeing you busy."

Father Sutton chuckled, then invited Jensen over, "Julian, come see how this new couplet of mine looks."

Jensen handed his cup to Mia and walked over, tilting his head to gaze at it.

He then commented softly, "Exuding strength yet not losing grace, the posture is confident but not showy, and the strokes are like flowing clouds and water."

Simon laughed heartily in response, "Not quite reaching such a level yet." He handed over his brush, "Here, why don’t you give it a try."

Jensen, hearing this, gently rolled up his sleeves, took the brush, and that resulted in the scene unfolding now.