Thinking about how Macy had asked him to be “Mommy” in the morning, Kyra subconsciously imagined a scene of herself standing next to Jacob. She was 165 cm tall, and he was clearly over 180 cm, which was the height difference she liked. Standing next to him would give her a feeling of being a little bird leaning on a big tree.
The external conditions were quite suitable, but unfortunately, he was only an old man in terms of age!
Nowadays, many girls in their early twenties like older men.
However, the reality is that just reaching a certain age doesn’t make someone an older man! Age is just an accessory; only those who are of a certain age and have money can be called older men. Those without money are just greasy old men! In Kyra Spark’s eyes, Jacob wasn’t greasy, but he was just a good old man for his daughter.
Not a good match!
“Daddy, why didn’t you ride the electric bike today?”
At this moment, Macy was already in Jacob’s arms, her little head resting on his shoulder, her voice soft and sweet as she asked.
“Daddy bought a new car; we’re driving home,” Jacob said with a smile.
“Ah? A small car??”
Macy was a bit surprised, her big eyes blinking. She remembered that the family used to have a car, but after Daddy’s Best Diet restaurant went bankrupt, they sold the car.
At kindergarten, the kids sometimes talked about whether they had small cars at home, and during those times, Macy couldn’t join in the conversation. Some annoying kids would say that Macy’s family didn’t have a small car, but of course, they didn’t mean to mock; they just wanted to show off that they had small cars.
But understanding Macy had never mentioned these situations to her dad because she knew he was working very hard to earn money.
“Mm, it’s a small car,” Jacob nodded with a smile.
“Wow, we have a small car now!”
“Daddy is amazing~!” Macy cheered joyfully.
Jacob affectionately ruffled his precious daughter’s little head. Macy was happy, and that made this old father even happier.
The father and daughter quickly arrived at the roadside where the car was parked. Jacob pointed to the Mercedes-Benz GLS-Class, which was being watched by two passersby, and said to Macy, “Look, this car will be Macy’s in the future.”
“Wow!”
Macy nodded in surprise, then carefully looked at the big car parked by the roadside, pouting her little mouth, and said, “Daddy is lying!”
“Ah?”
Jacob was a bit confused: “How is Daddy lying?”
With one little hand on her hip, Macy said seriously, “This is not a small car; it’s a big car!”
(Looking up at the Benz GLS-Class Green)
Jacob rested his chin on one hand, glancing at the big vehicle parked by the roadside.
This could hardly be called a small car.
“Macy is right, it’s a big car,” Jacob nodded in agreement.
Macy then pulled out a cartoon sticker from her pocket and excitedly ran over to the big car: “Daddy, can I stick it on there?”
“Of course you can.”
Jacob would always meet his precious daughter’s requests when he could, and if he couldn’t, he would create the conditions to do so.
That’s just how a daughter’s slave operates, there’s no helping it.
Of course, when it comes to major principles or values, Jacob would not compromise.
“Bro, are you crazy!”
“Do you know how much this car costs? You’re just letting your daughter stick things on it randomly!!”
At that moment, a passerby who was also admiring the car suddenly spoke up. He hadn’t heard the earlier conversation between the father and daughter, only Macy asking if she could stick a cartoon sticker on the front bumper, and Jacob’s affirmative reply.
“Bro, you can’t spoil the child like this. This car looks brand new, how can you let her stick things on it?”
Another middle-aged man in his forties chimed in with advice.
Actually, what this guy said wasn’t wrong; you really shouldn’t stick things on someone else’s car.
But the problem was, this car wasn’t someone else’s.
Jacob took out the car key, gently pressed the unlock button, and the lights of the GLS-Class flashed, causing the two passersby to exchange glances.
Damn, he’s actually the owner! “Thanks for the reminder, but I think we shouldn’t stifle a child’s creativity.”
Jacob said lightly, filled with confidence.
The middle-aged man and the one who spoke earlier exchanged awkward smiles.
No problem, you’re right! Who told you it’s your car? You can do whatever you want!
“Bro, does this car really cost over a million?”
The middle-aged man asked.
“After taxes, it’s over 1.2 million,” Jacob replied honestly.
