Chapter 2 Uncle Neighbor Shameless! (1)

They both entered the café and chose a quiet, airy corner at the back to sit down. After Jasmine ordered a large strawberry ice cream, it slightly soothed the sting from Vaughn's recent breakup with her. Unexpectedly, the man sitting opposite her, oblivious to the nuances of the situation, innocently stirred things up:

"What got into you earlier? Surely Vaughn didn't dump you, did he?"

"Damn it, Richard! How dare you bring that up again, I'll knock your teeth out!"

Jasmine clenched her fist, threatening the handsome face before her. Richard burst into laughter, his eyes gleaming with amusement:

"Really? How many times have I told you? You can tell at a glance that guy's no good. Wouldn't you be better off listening to me and dumping him sooner?"

He smirked arrogantly, his judgment of people never having been wrong.

"Cheerful about my breakup, are you? Heartless old man!" Jasmine pouted, visibly upset.

The server brought their ice cream. She bowed her head and took several spoonfuls in quick succession. Thinking about Vaughn cheating on her added fuel to her anger. Despite many pursuing her previously, Jasmine hadn't been easy to win over. This time, she had inadvertently fallen for a philanderer.

Fortunately, Jasmine hadn't lost much. Having dated only a month and barely beyond holding hands, Vaughn had no chance for more as Jasmine would shy away at critical moments.

"That jerk just dumped me and is already seeing someone else. Isn't that infuriating? And that girl isn't even better than me!"

After venting, Jasmine tried to show Lizbeth's photo on her phone, but it phone was out of battery. Understanding, he lent her his.

"What's your phone's password?" she asked while eating her ice cream.

Halfway through her large bowl, Richard's remained untouched. He smiled and replied succinctly:

"Your birthday."

"You idiot! Why would you use my birthday as your password?" She scolded him, yet her fingers entered her birthday into his phone.

Logging into Richard's account, it was predictably bland. He didn't even bother to set a profile picture and only followed Jasmine on social media.

She soon found Lizbeth's account, who had just posted a photo with Vaughn at the movies, clearly to provoke Jasmine.

Lizbeth was in the same class as Jasmine. Just two days earlier, she had casually passed by Jasmine and Vaughn, falsely complimenting how cute they looked together. Such a pretender!

"Look at this, does she have anything on me? All that flashy makeup and she's not even prettier than me."

Richard stared at the phone screen intently, then nodded slowly:

"She's got you beat. This girl has bigger breasts, a curvier behind, just look at her, not like you... flat as a wall!" He glanced down at her chest critically.

Jasmine fumed at his crude comment, promptly stuffing the ice cream spoon into Richard's mouth to shut him up. The nerve of him to insult her figure like that!

Indeed, she might be small, but surely not to the extent he described! Perhaps Jasmine's body was just a late bloomer? Just wait a few more years, her chest would definitely grow larger.

But no matter what, who gave him the right to criticize her? Jasmine bit her lip, fuming:

"No matter how flat it might be, it's none of your business to comment. Hmph, such a tactless and rude old man!"

Richard smirked and scoffed, glaring at Jasmine. Suddenly, she shoved a spoonful of ice cream into his mouth, his teeth and brain freezing instantly.

Seeing Jasmine's anger, he softened his tone:

"I was just joking earlier, your chest isn't flat like a wall at all! Besides, I never said I liked them big. Small and cute, fitting right in my hand is just fine."

Jasmine's face heated up with embarrassment, glaring at Richard. Damn it! This uncle becomes more perverse the more he talks.

"Who said you could touch? You better focus on your ice cream, it's melting. Or don't you want it? If so, I can eat it for you." She licked her lips, looking at her empty ice cream bowl then at Richard's.

He scooped a spoonful of ice cream from his bowl, bringing it close to Jasmine along with the only fresh strawberry. She leaned forward, opening her mouth wide to take the spoonful from him. Her greedy look made Richard laugh out loud.

Thinking of Jasmine's bizarre way of addressing him, which he had tried and failed to correct many times, Richard nagged:

"Who else calls someone uncle while referring to themselves in such a manner? Change the way you address people! Wouldn't it sound better to call me Richard once?"

Jasmine puffed her cheeks, shaking her head in refusal. As if! Richard was fifteen years older than her.

"Not going to happen. You're fifteen years older, 'uncle' is appropriate."

Richard clasped his forehead in exasperation. Damn it! Does age really matter that much? They didn't look that mismatched when walking together. If he didn't say it, who would guess he was fifteen years older than her? Richard was still incredibly handsome, after all!

"Stubborn thing. One day when I marry you, I'll find a way to deal with you."

"Ha, as if I'd marry you? You're not only silly but delusional!"

"You're the silly one. Always uncle this, uncle that... I want to be your husband, not your uncle!" Richard suddenly leaned in and tapped Jasmine on the head. The girl was good at mouthing off at him.

He tapped lightly, but Jasmine clutched her forehead as if in great pain, turning away in a sulk.

Richard frowned, Jasmine was nineteen already but acted like a three-year-old. But what could he do? He really liked this childish side of hers.

"There, there... Naughty hand for tapping your forehead. Let me discipline it. Don't be mad anymore, cute Jasmine, how about I take you out for some delicious food now?" He spoke while playfully smacking his right hand with his left. Seeing this, she couldn't help but laugh, calling him silly was not wrong at all!