When His Nauseous Sweetheart Frowns, the Tycoon's Family Takes Turns Pampering Her-Chapter 117: Because of a Sichuan Peppercorn

Chapter 117: Chapter 117: Because of a Sichuan Peppercorn

Once the trio had passed through security and entered the waiting area, Luna Axton and the others finally left.

Joy Coleman immediately latched onto Luna Axton, while Blaze Fairchild followed beside Luna, his hands tucked into his jacket pockets.

Wyatt Kingston sidled up to them, holding a massive bouquet that had fulfilled its photo-op duty. "If we drive back to the city now, it’ll be time for lunch. Let’s all go eat together."

Blaze Fairchild silently gazed up at the clear blue sky, not responding. It wasn’t his call to make.

Seeing this, Wyatt Kingston nudged Blaze Fairchild with his shoulder and reminded him in a voice only the two of them could hear, "You’ve got to help a bro out, or I’m telling your wife all about your embarrassing childhood stories."

Blaze Fairchild gave a very formal refusal. "My wife and I already have plans."

"Who asked you out?" It was only the fifth day of the Lunar New Year. Who would be so bold as to make the esteemed President Fairchild start entertaining for work already?

Joy Coleman poked her head out from beside Luna Axton. "I did."

Upon hearing that, Wyatt Kingston stopped pestering Blaze Fairchild. He bounded over to Joy Coleman’s side. "Then you should treat me, too."

"The rule for treating someone to a meal is you can’t invite two separate parties. One dinner can’t serve two different purposes."

Wyatt Kingston got the hint. He darted over to Luna Axton’s side, physically squeezing Blaze Fairchild out of the way. "Luna, you can bring me along, can’t you?"

Luna Axton looked troubled. "A guest shouldn’t bring another guest."

Wyatt Kingston pouted, annoyed now.

"Hmph, so you’re all rejecting me. You think this is enough to defeat me? Impossible! I’ll..."

Luna Axton and Joy Coleman pressed their lips together, holding back their laughter.

Before Wyatt Kingston could even get his threat out, he heard the young woman say, "As it happens, I booked a small table for four. Mr. Kingston might as well join us."

"Heh heh~" Wyatt Kingston let out a goofy laugh, his earlier pique vanishing in an instant.

He straightened his back and held his head high, looking extremely proud as if to announce to the world: ’See that? The young lady invited me to eat.’

Today’s meal was, in fact, Joy Coleman treating the couple, Luna Axton and Blaze Fairchild.

That she was able to buy a house in Valoria outright right after graduating was due not only to coming from a good family with the full support of her parents and grandparents, but also because Luna, Mrs. Axton, and her boss had been so good to her.

For the purchase of this house, she had done practically nothing besides providing her employee ID.

Joy Coleman knew a wealthy president like him would be tired of all the usual gourmet delicacies, so she had found a private kitchen where even the fish were freshly caught from the pond out front and the chickens were sourced from the back hills.

While on the road, she had already called the owner to let them know they could start cooking.

After Blaze Fairchild parked, Luna Axton and Joy Coleman got out of the back seat.

A black Porsche 918 pulled up behind Blaze Fairchild’s car with a roar.

Wyatt Kingston climbed out of his car indignantly. His favorite car, one of only 918 in the entire world, had actually been scorned by the young woman.

Joy Coleman’s words from earlier still echoed in his ears. "This car’s so low to the ground. If a truck ran it over, I’d be squashed flat as a pancake. I’m not riding in that thing."

BOO HOO HOO... His beloved car had been scorned by the girl he liked.

When Wyatt Kingston saw the young woman get out of what he considered Blaze Fairchild’s ugly and unfashionable Rolls-Royce Phantom, he couldn’t help but scrutinize his own beloved car.

’Maybe... it really is... a little on the fragile side.’

An idea suddenly struck him. ’Maybe I should get a different car tomorrow?’

Coincidentally, over the Spring Festival, his company had released five short dramas, and all five of them had become massive hits.

But all that joy had been extinguished by his old man’s words: "The worst thing you can do is fail to produce an heir. It’s not like I’m short on money."

’Since his father didn’t care about money, he’d start by getting rid of the car that his father’s precious future daughter-in-law disliked.’

With this in mind, Wyatt Kingston felt that swapping his car for one the young woman would like was an absolute must.

Joy Coleman led the group into the private kitchen.

The atmosphere was serene and secluded, and the establishment itself was not large.

The seating was arranged to complement the natural surroundings, adding a touch of elegance to the otherwise casual setting.

Some tables were set in a pavilion, others on a boat moored on the lake, and still others were nestled against a man-made rockery, creating an exceptionally private booth.

The owner led them to the pavilion that had been prepared in advance. "Miss Coleman, this is the table you reserved."

"Thank you."

"Please have a seat, everyone. I’ll have the food brought out."

With that, the owner efficiently excused himself.

The owner had been able to tell when this customer ordered over the phone that she was a true connoisseur of food.

As both the head chef and owner, having such a seasoned foodie find her way to his restaurant was an affirmation of both his culinary skills and his establishment’s reputation.

Joy Coleman had initially been worried that she alone wouldn’t be a good enough host for the president. He might be Luna’s husband, but he was still her boss. Now, however, things were fine. Mr. Kingston, the chatterbox, had single-handedly turned the serene dining atmosphere into a boisterous one.

The only problem was, she was the target of all his questions.

"So, tell me, what kind of man do you actually like?"

"I like someone ambitious, goal-oriented, and exceptional. I also like someone who would walk through a park with me at three in the morning to check out a dismemberment case."

Wyatt Kingston completely missed the second half of her sentence.

Seizing on the first half, his astonished gaze darted back and forth between Blaze Fairchild and Joy Coleman.

"Holy crap, you’re into Blaze Fairchild!"

The moment these words left Wyatt Kingston’s mouth, he was the only one left gaping in shock.

It was as if Blaze Fairchild and Luna Axton had cast a protective ward along their diagonal axis of the table; they had absolutely no reaction to his outburst.

Blaze Fairchild was focused on deboning a piece of fish, while Luna Axton was blowing on her steaming chicken soup and taking delicate sips.

Joy Coleman rolled her eyes, so exasperated she nearly choked. But her title as a "Master Debater" wasn’t just a nickname—it was a reflection of her combat prowess in her university’s debate club.

"See? You don’t even think of yourself as exceptional or ambitious."

"You... I..." Wyatt Kingston was struck speechless, but he quickly tried to recover. "I founded my own company, so how am I not exceptional or ambitious? That’s just the baseline, so I assume everyone has that covered."

Joy Coleman took a bite of Sichuan peppercorn chicken and nodded repeatedly.

To Wyatt Kingston, her gesture was nothing short of blatant mockery.

He was about to argue further when a small carton of milk, straw already inserted, was passed to Joy Coleman.

Leaning toward the carton still in Luna’s hand, Joy Coleman took a large gulp. Only after swallowing did she let out a long sigh of relief.

"That peppercorn is so numbing! It hit me right in the throat." She took two more sips of milk before the tingling discomfort in her throat finally began to subside.

After that, it was as if Wyatt Kingston’s mouth had been taped shut. He didn’t say another word, focusing only on his food.

When they left, Joy Coleman got into Wyatt Kingston’s sports car.

"Mr. Kingston, it really won’t work out between us," Joy Coleman said.

Wyatt Kingston’s charming eyes filled with disappointment. "All because of one peppercorn?"

"Yes."

’He knew she meant more than that, but he didn’t want to give up. He really, truly liked Joy Coleman.’

’He’d fallen for her the moment he first saw her at the Evergrow Group’s annual gala.’

"You’re jumping to conclusions. I just don’t know you well enough yet, and we’ve barely had any meals together. If we just spend more time with each other, I’m sure we’ll be compatible."

"Mr. Kingston, I’m a working professional now. I’m no longer some little girl who can live on love alone. Right now, earning money and self-improvement are more important to me than dating."

Joy Coleman said it with such earnestness that after that day, Wyatt Kingston didn’t contact her again.

As for his legal affairs, with the money he had made over the Spring Festival, Wyatt Kingston had also partnered with a law firm and now had a professional legal team of his own.