Chapter 9

　　The man suddenly released her, got up, and made a call-- 　　"Secretary Ted, go to Nashville University to check whether Miss Maine did study on the evening of the 28th." 　　Maine was still sitting on the bed: "..." 　　The man closed the thread, he turned around and patted the little girl's sickly blushing face as if nothing had happened, with a warm smile on the corners of his lips, "Come on, drink the ginger soup." 　　"..." 　　This man was clearly smiling, but Maine felt that he wasn't smiling. It's more like terrifying than not smiling. He doesn't laugh, at most it shows that he has a facial paralyzed face or an unhappy mood, but when he laughs, Maine can't pinch him. He is definitely smiling because he is in a good mood. In those long and narrow eyes, it is clear that it is triumphant and treacherous. 　　Thirty-two years old, mature and elegant, extremely cunning, succeeded in stepping on the corpse, no treacherous, no business. 　　This is Maine's impression of this unfamiliar uncle in her heart. 　　Unfamiliar? Actually, she does know him. 　　The man scooped the ginger soup with a porcelain spoon, and patiently and thoughtfully delivered it to her mouth. If she did not open her mouth, the man froze in front of her. 　　"I will just drink it myself!" 　　What she wanted to say was that she just had a fever and her hand wasn't broken. 　　The man’s voice hung her little heart, "I heard you learned about jewelry design, is that right?" 　　Maine didn't know what this man was trying to find out, but she knew clearly that this man was indeed trying to know her. 　　She nodded, "Hmm, jewelry design." 　　"I'm wondering why don't you change your major. You know, in jewelry design industry, it is difficult if you don't have a background." 　　Maine said "Ah" and shook her little hand hurriedly, "But I don't want to change my major. I like this very much. You, you..." 　　"Um?" 　　The porcelain spoon in the man's hand was passed to her little mouth again. 　　Maine was stunned and understood that he was threatening her. 　　She opened her mouth and drank the ginger soup in the porcelain spoon, and then, bit by bite, the ginger soup was slightly spicy, but she swallowed it in her mouth without feeling at all. 　　She felt as if she was the prey he was staring at, but Maine knew that it had nothing to do with feelings. 　　More likely, she deceived this man, and he will make her pay the price she deserves. 　　After drinking the last sip, Maine looked at his calm face in a panic, feeling uneasy, stretched out her hand and shook his arm, "Second Uncle, I really like my current profession. Please don't let me change it." 　　She was anxious about whether her major would be changed, but she didn't even notice that she seemed to be acting like a baby with him now. 　　The man's black eyes fell on the back of her small hands on his arms, a little smile appeared in the bottom of his eyes, and he rubbed her little head behind him, "Alright." 　　"..." 　　She is like a little pet, whose destiny is controlled by him. 　　She has been in the fence since she was a child, and she has no choice for herself. Grandpa asked her to be Euan’s wife, so she had to do it. Grandpa said a girl that plays the piano is good, so she tried to play it. She did whatever grandpa said. But with the university major, she was finally given a chance to choose it. That day she filled out the form and asked her grandpa tremblingly, grandpa smiled and said that this major is decent and good.