Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen)
Chapter 332

"Morning, Miss Murphy." When Mr. Koch saw Jenna coming, he instructed the children to self-study and greeted her with great hospitality. "Good morning, Mr. Koch." Jenna also smiled at him, nodding politely.

"Well, Miss Murphy, I have something to talk about with you today." As soon as Mr. Koch entered the office with Jenna, he mumbled sheepishly.

It seemed that he seldom interacted with women. When facing Jenna, he spoke very unnaturally, his face slightly blushing.

"Alright, go ahead." Jenna was a little amused, but she also spoke in an easy-going and generous manner.

"Actually, it's this. A number of children haven't attended classes in the past two days. I don't know the specific reason, and I couldn't get in touch with the parents. So, today the school is going to conduct a home visit. I'd like to ask you to come with me," Mr. Koch said, his tone serious, his attitude cautious.

Jenna heard this and realized that this matter was truly pressing. If a child was absent without a valid reason and they couldn't get in touch with the parents, it could mean something had happened. What if something bad happened? Thinking about this, she hastily nodded her head and said, "Sure, this matter really can't be taken lightly. We have to figure out the situation as soon as possible. The children are very young and it wouldn't be good if some accidents were to happen."

Mr. Koch kept nodding, with a perturbed look on his face.

The two of them discussed going to the neighborhood for a visit after the second period.

March in Jenova City was accompanied with a gentle breeze and drizzle. It was a pleasing to the heart.

After getting off the plane with Alvin, Hansen took several more trips to Wullen Town. There was no airport there, so there was no other way but to get there by car.

He had heard of Jenova City, and deep down, he felt that it was a very romantic place.

As they walked along the street, they saw willows covering the bridge. It was drizzling and the rain fell on their heads gently. There was no pollution as such in the city, as well as dizzying skyscrapers. There was only warmth emanating throughout the entire city.

What a big town hidden in the city!

Ever since he stepped onto the cobblestone roads of Wullen Town, Hansen felt refreshed and revitalized. His entire body relaxed, and he felt an inexplicable sense of comfort and ease. The gentle and soft rain pitter-pattered on his face, as if a pair of small hands were caressing his skin. It was an endless feeling of love and enjoyment.

This kind of feeling suddenly reminded him of a person, a woman buried deep in his heart. She used to run her small hands through his hair and touch his face, an action which made his heart beat faster. The softness in the depths of his heart suddenly surfaced. He felt a throbbing pain and a hint of agony appeared in his bright eyes.

"Mr. Richards, the chemical plant is not far from here. Are we...?" Alvin asked in a low voice.

"There's no hurry. Let's find a hotel to stay in first. We'll observe it for a few days before we proceed," said Hansen without even thinking about it.

"Okay." Alvin nodded. "I'll go and find a hotel first."

Hansen looked up at the sky. It was getting late.

He didn't expect that they would arrive in Wullen Town in the afternoon when they had left A City early in the morning. He was attracted by the scenery of Jenova City. He wanted to relax for a few days and only came to a conclusion after observing for a while.

Although it was such a primitive town with a very romantic atmosphere, it was still surrounded by modernity. On the other side of Wullen Town, there were modern high-rise buildings. There were many buildings scattered about, most of which were all hotels and general goods shops.

Compared to the other side's modern style, Hansen was more interested in Jenova City's style. Therefore, when Alvin told him about the largest hotel in Wullen Town, he firmly refused. Instead, he chose a vintage and modest cottage on the other side of the river, a personification of the style of Jenova City.

On the same day, he put down his luggage in the cottage. After having his meal, Hansen's interest was piqued. He went downstairs and meandered along the streets.

There were numerous old houses, crisscrossed rivers, and half-moon-shaped bridges connecting the rivers.

Hansen was wandering on the narrow streets. He wore a stiff suit. With a tall figure, and with his face that was near perfect, he peppered a lot of color to this ancient town.

A lot of passers-by turned to look at him.

The corners of Hansen's lips curled into a smile. He paid no heed to the prying eyes of those around him but immersed himself in the quaint atmosphere.

Unconsciously, he walked into an alley. It was really narrow, so narrow that it could barely fit a car. He ambled slowly.

He was enjoying the scenery on both sides.

An old man with a white beard was concentrating on making some cotton candy on the street. The smell was so enticing that it whetted his appetite. He took out 20 dollars from his wallet and bought himself

one.

"Here you go, and your change," said the old man with a smile and a benevolent look.

"Oh, you can keep it." Hansen plucked a fluff of cotton candy and delivered it into his mouth. It was sweet, soft, and tasted rather decent. Seeing the 15 dollars that the old man handed him, he smiled and shook his head.

"That won't do. The price for my cotton candy has always been the same. From your looks, I bet you're not local. I've been in this business for my entire life. I won't rip anyone off, nor will I accept more paymen than I should. This is my way of life, eh," the old man said seriously. He forced the change back into his hands and returned it to Hansen.

Hansen had no choice but to take it back with a helpless smile.

Surely enough, the folks here were simple and unsophisticated, and the culture of the people here was very rich.

A burst of baby's cries came from the front. The child's voice was very loud, and he cried in a hoarse voice, as if he had suffered a great grievance, or maybe he could not find his mother. His cries grew louder and louder, as if he was straining for something.

Suddenly hearing such a cry, for some unknown reason, Hansen's heart twinge slightly. He felt a different kind of emotion welling up in his heart.

Which family's child was that? Didn't the adults take good care of it? He shook his head slightly, and for some reason, a look of displeasure appeared on his face.

Seeming to sense his unease and dissatisfaction, the old man laughed again and said, "Young man, that child is being weaned. At this time, he will definitely cry because he is not used to leaving his mother's arms. He will be fine."

Hansen understood the meaning behind the old man's words. He smiled and walked forwards again.

When passing through the courtyard, he looked back in the direction of the crying child again, and then slowly walked over.

Jenna rushed home with her umbrella. It was a bit late today, so she didn't know how Jerry was doing and whether he was hungry or not.

Due to the home visit, her usual schedule was delayed for a while. Although she had prepared puree when she went out in the morning, the little fellow who hadn't drunk breast milk would surely cause trouble again. Sara wouldn't be able to stand it, so she must be very tired trying to calm him down.

Moreover, this little guy was very stubborn and arrogant. Compared to his father, he was not too far off the mark now.

If he couldn't get what he wanted, he would cry and risk his life to fight for it. Each time, he would cry until his voice was sore and his face turned blue, which gave her a headache!

Her footsteps were light and quick, and she was flying forwards quickly. As expected, the little fellow's heart-wrenching cries came from afar. The sound was hoarse, and nobody knew how long it had been going on for!

Her heart suddenly ached!

She rushed in quickly, picked up Jerry and patted him. In a soft voice, she tried to comfort him. "Jerry, be good. Mom's back. Don't cry, don't cry."

Her whispering words soon made the little fellow's sensitive nerves feel soothed. He opened his mouth and burst into tears again.

However, the cries this time around had changed. It was no longer that heartwrenching. The cries were filled with a hint of soyness. His tiny face was so aggrieved that his eyes and nose were scrunched up into a ball. Tears were dripping down and he could not control his breathing. It was as if he had suffered a great grievance.

Jenna knew that he was being pretentious, but seeing that his little face was purple with tears and his lips were white, she felt distressed. She held him in her arms and kissed him as she coaxed him. After a long time, he stopped crying and grabbed her chest with his little hand, his lips were also against her chest.

Jenna smiled bitterly!

Surely enough, this little guy just wanted to drink breast milk!

In order to appease him for the injustice he had suffered, Jenna did not refuse him, and it was just as he had wished!

The little fellow became more and more complacent. He grabbed Jenna's nipple in one hand and nibbled on the other in his mouth, sucking on it with a smile on his face.

"Jenna, he's already a year old, yet you still pamper him like that. I don't even know when he'll actually wean successfully." Sara sighed as she shook her head. Jenna had worked too hard, and she loved her dearly. Only when he had weaned could her daughter finally relax a little.

Jenna just smiled and stroked the little guy's tender face with her hand. She said in her heart, "Let him grow out of it himself. He wouldn't insist on breast milk even after reaching three years old, right?." Perhaps due to their telepathy, the little fellow seemed to have seen through her mind and suddenly smiled sweetly in her arms.

"You little minx." Beholding his smiling face, Jenna was so happy that the day's exhaustion vanished into thin air.

On the path outside the courtyard, a tall and upright figure was slowly walking by.

When Hansen walked back to the small courtyard, he could not help but to look in this direction. The child in the house stopped crying, and it was quiet and peaceful beyond words.

The small fence of the iron gate was still left ajar, and it was shaking slightly. Obviously, someone had come out from inside or gone in just now.

It seemed that the kid's parents had returned and appeased his cries.

With a shallow sadness in his heart, he slowly paced towards the end of the alley.

That night, although Hansen was exhausted, sleep did not claim him. It was only late into the night that he fell asleep in a daze.

The smell in the air was wet and warm. It seemed that there was something that made him feel uneasy, his head spinning in a daze.

The next day, he was not in good spirits. As usual, he was only hanging around in the small town and was not in the mood for work. When Jenna returned to school the next day, Mr. Koch was sitting in the office with a frown on his face.

She felt a little strange and asked softly, "Mr. Koch, what's wrong?"

Mr. Koch sighed and stared at Jenna's fair face, his mind blanked out. After a while, his face turned red and he said sadly, "Miss Murphy, there are several children who skipped school today." Upon hearing these words, Jenna's eyebrows tightened into a straight line, her heart laden with worry.

"Is it all because of the crisis?" Her expression was very serious.

"Yes, the factory can't find a buyer for the materials they've produced. The people are getting frustrated, and a large number of raw materials have been piled up. The factory has sent several salesmen over to the provinces, but they haven't found a good business partner yet. The other party would either haggle so badly or decline the request because it'll not be easy for them to come here. If it continues on like this, it'll close within a month. For several months, there has been no salary for the staff of the factory. Everyone is wearing a frown on their faces and none is in the mood to send their children to school," Mr. Koch said, wringing his wrist and sighing.