Sponsor System: Harem With Infinite Money-Chapter 209: Grand Parents

It was wrapped so tightly that no cleavage could be seen, but the roundness was so clear that it seemed to be about to burst out, and the traces of small nipples could be seen faintly. It was definitely a beautiful sight of exposed spring scenery.

Tina noticed Ryan’s gaze and was stunned for a moment before she said coquettishly, "My breasts are a little bigger than Lyla’s, and I did it on purpose today."

You had to know her reputation before. Even though she was the Queen of the Seas, she was still dignified and ladylike. She would hardly let anyone take advantage of her, not even showing her cleavage.

But now, she actually said that she did it on purpose. This was a huge contrast.

Ryan looked stunned, Tina’s face began to turn red, and when she looked forward, she saw that the two people were sitting very far in the front, and it seemed that they knew the driver.

They were chatting and laughing and didn’t pay any attention to this side at all.

Tina gritted her teeth, pulled open the armrest, and leaned completely into Ryan’s arms. Her hands, which were obviously cold, were trembling slightly. She pulled Ryan’s hand and placed it on her chest.

She said firmly and tremblingly: "Ryan, I know it was all my fault before. I don’t want to apologize anymore."

"I, I admit that I am greedy. I just like money. Money can give me a sense of security..."

"I don’t expect you to love me as much as before, nor do I expect to be your girlfriend, but I want to ask you..."

As she spoke, she raised her head with mist in her eyes, kissed Ryan’s neck, and trembled, "I want to beg you to give me a chance to be your woman like them."

The goddess who used to be high and mighty now behaved so humbly, and he knew in his heart that it was all because of money.

Ryan felt a little disappointed for a moment and said with a wry smile, "Tina, why do you have to wrong yourself like this?"

"I don’t feel wronged. I can’t even tell whether this is my retribution or my blessing."

Seeing that Ryan’s hands didn’t move, Tina said pitifully, "Ryan, I don’t dare to think that I’m your only one anymore."

"Now, I just want you to give me a chance. I said before that you pursued me for three years, so I can also pursue you for three years."

"I don’t dare to have any more fantasies. As long as you can make me qualified to be your woman like Yana and the others, I’ll be satisfied."

Thinking back to the indifference of the past three years, Ryan still felt resentful after his feelings changed, but he didn’t say it outright due to his personality. This was also why their interactions had been a bit awkward.

Tina’s lips trembled as she was about to take the initiative to kiss him when the minibus suddenly stopped by the roadside.

As the door opened, several rural women boarded the bus. They seemed to know each other and exchanged a few words with the driver before moving to their seats.

Ryan quickly withdrew his hand from her chest. Tina’s eyes flashed with resentment, cursing those women inwardly.

To have more time alone, she had deliberately chosen the bus instead of letting Ryan drive over on his motorcycle.

The motorcycle ride would have taken only about half an hour. She had imagined they could share some intimate moments and confessions on the bus.

But before they could get close, a few unwanted onlookers had appeared, which naturally annoyed her and made it hard to hide her frustration.

The group of middle-aged women sat nearby and started chattering noisily, which was irritating enough to drive anyone mad.

Ryan chuckled and started playing music. After putting on one earbud, he placed the other in her ear. Tina smiled helplessly and could only listen to the music to relax.

With all the noise, it was hard to even talk, let alone share anything intimate or sentimental.

After a 40-minute ride, the bus entered the town. To the left was a stream flowing through the town, its clear waters eventually merging into the sea.

On the right side of the road stood rows of houses of varying heights, the tallest only three stories high. Most were old and dilapidated, exuding a nostalgic, last-century charm. frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓

"Driver, we’ll get off at the old cinema intersection. Thank you."

Tina held Ryan’s hand and stepped off the bus as soon as it stopped—another hallmark of rural buses, stopping wherever passengers signaled.

She led Ryan to the left side of the stream. The centuries-old pier now looked small and weathered, though a few small fishing boats were still moored there.

"Grandma!"

Tina cheered, running over to hug a kind-looking elderly woman before calling out, "Grandpa, I’m back!"

In front of a small fishing boat, an old man in a bamboo hat emerged and smiled. "Tina’s back."

Tina grinned at him cheerfully, then pulled Ryan forward. "This is my boyfriend, Ryan."

It was a bold claim. Ryan stiffly greeted, "Hello, elders. My name is Ryan."

"You two make a perfect match," the old woman said warmly.

Both elders seemed to take an instant liking to Ryan. The old woman affectionately took his hand and began chatting about family matters.

It was already evening. Tina asked, "Are Uncle and Aunt home?"

The old man wheeled out an old-fashioned bicycle with a smile. "You and Ryan go call them. Grandma and I will head to the restaurant first."

"Okay!"

The two elders pedaled away. Tina took Ryan’s hand again and led him into the alley lined with ancient blue-brick roads.

Most of these houses were centuries-old, many built of stone, exuding a strong sense of history. They arrived at a two-story building with an old-fashioned grooved dragon-tiger door.

But the door was still shut. Tina dialed a number as they walked away. "Uncle, Aunt, I’m here. Why isn’t anyone home?"

"Oh, okay, we’ll just meet you there!"