Chapter 15

After washing the towel and calming myself down, I went out to wash the cars again.

This road is rarely traveled, but the business is really good.

I've been here for a week and I feel incredibly fulfilled in life.

Seeing the filled work diary and the increasing numbers of money earned, I surprisingly feel a great sense of achievement.

"Writing down everything, childish, isn't it?" Every time Jason sees me writing in my diary, he mocks me.

"My dad says that when you're dumb, you should use a pen more and develop the habit." I explained shyly.

"Why does he always say you're dumb? How clever is he?" He asked me, and then answered himself, "Right, he's clever, isn't he? Owes me money and doesn't pay back, and even abandons his daughter

"Come and take my money. Your calculation is impressive."

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry about my dad, but I don't know what to do.

If I see my dad one day, I will definitely ask him to repay the money, but...

Can I still see him?

"If you know you're wrong, then don't cause trouble for me. Be obedient." He said, ruffling my hair.

After he finished, both of us froze.

"What are you staring at? Can't an elder touch your head?" He scolded me.

I sighed, "It's not that you can't touch, but uncle, if you do this, I..."

"What will happen?"

"I'll have dreams."

After saying that, my face turned red.

In the past 18 years, I rarely dreamt about boys, and most of my dreams were my dad scolding and criticizing me for making mistakes.

Dreaming of Jason so frequently was a first.

"What kind of dream? Am I in it?" He was clever enough to make me blush.

"Um," I nodded honestly.

"How am I in the dream? Scolding you? Bullying you?"

Did he bully me?

I carefully recalled, was the way he acted considered bullying?

"Yes," I nodded with a trace of grievance.

"I've raised you for so long, how come you haven't dreamed of me being good to you? Honestly, even if I scold you, I never hit you, right?" He still felt innocent.

However, the way I defined bullying might be different from the way he understood it.

"Am I really that fierce?" Finally, he couldn't help asking me.

"Yes."