RPAGF Chapter 1043 - 990: Why Does Superman Wear His Underwear Outside?
Chapter 1043 - 990: Why Does Superman Wear His Underwear Outside?
"Curly, this outfit doesn’t seem to suit me?"
Adrian Desmond tugged at his underwear, wondering who told him why Superman’s underwear had to be worn outside?
Even Adrian, who was thick-skinned and had no limits, blushed... Who designed this insane outfit?
"It suits, it suits, Daddy, you look so handsome in it."
Curly took the professional camera, set up the tripod, and adjusted the lens with some style.
"Little Monster, don’t make trouble, move aside."
Curly picked up Sheehan and placed him to the side, making him sit obediently. Sheehan was also very interested in his father’s outfit and crawled toward him.
"Little Monster, how can I take pictures like this?"
"You’re taking pictures?" Adrian asked.
"Of course! This outfit cost me 55.2 dollars. I definitely need to use this outfit to earn the money back."
"Curly, money is something you shouldn’t take so seriously..."
Adrian was saddened. It turned out his daughter bought him the outfit to make money. The intention was far from pure.
"Some people like beauties, some like handsome guys, some like football, some like music... I just like money, what’s wrong with that?" Curly insisted.
"Liking money isn’t wrong, but you’re too young to always be thinking about making money. Isn’t Cindy fond of watching Balala Little Magic Fairy lately? You could buy Balala Little Magic Fairy clothes to wear..."
"I don’t like such childish things."
Curly, looking at her constantly disrupting brother, suddenly had a bright idea, "Dad, you hold Sheehan for the photo. Superman rescuing a baby from the mouth of a monster... haha..."
Adrian: ...
...
Sienna Johnson came home from work and heard that Adrian and the kids were taking photos in the garden, and Adrian was dressed as Superman.
Thinking of Superman’s external briefs, Sienna was curious and walked over without even changing her clothes.
"Dad, strike a cool pose!"
"Are we done yet?"
"Almost, almost."
Sienna saw Adrian standing there, posing with Superman’s classic stance, and Sheehan in his arms was extremely excited, laughing constantly.
"What are you all doing?"
Adrian saw Sienna as if seeing a savior, "Sienna? You’re home from work?" He hurried over and handed Sheehan to her, "Please tell Curly to stop taking pictures."
Sienna looked Adrian up and down and said, "Nice outfit!"
Adrian: ...
Sheehan smelled his mother’s scent and snuggled into her arms. Sienna looked at Curly and the camera, asking, "Curly, what are you doing?"
"Taking pictures of my dad."
"If it’s pictures, then just take pictures. Why the Superman outfit?"
"Because my classmate wants a picture of my dad dressed as Superman."
Curly selling George’s pictures was something Sienna was aware of, and now the girl has targeted Adrian.
"You little money grubber!"
"There’s nothing shameful about liking money!"
"Can’t argue with you." Sienna went to feed Sheehan and didn’t intend to rescue Adrian from his predicament.
"Hey, wait for me."
"Dad, you can’t go, you haven’t finished taking pictures yet."
Adrian: ...
...
Three days later, George arrived with his grandfather. The two of them timed their visit to the Johnson family’s dinner.
The Johnson family was having dinner.
The old lady saw George’s grandfather and greeted him, "Mr. Harris, why are you here?"
"Haha, big sister, my grandson and I are homeless now, you must help us out."
The old lady looked at them laden with large and small bags, as if they were moving house, and asked, "What’s this all about?"
Mr. Harris said, "Big sister, do you remember Old Man Lincoln?"
"Which Old Man Lincoln?"
"The one from the Health Bureau, who used to be Deputy Director."
The reminder helped the old lady recall; the circle in Sileria City was so small, and she knew all the elderly folks.
"Old Man Lincoln passed away."
"Passed away?"
The old lady had lived to this age, hearing mostly about who passed away every day... Every time she heard about it, she’d lament like the fox and the rabbit, and later Sienna didn’t let the old lady use her phone anymore.
After receiving such news again, she would filter it, and for trivial figures, would not inform the old lady.
"I saw him last year at his grandson’s wedding banquet, wasn’t he in good health? How did he die?"
Mr. Harris said, "Because of a nanny."
Mr. Harris began narrating slowly.
This Old Man Lincoln lost his wife early, and as his children grew up and had their own lives, they hired him a forty-something nanny to take care of him.
Gradually, the two got along well.
Getting along was considered a blessing. The Lincoln family was doing well, and they didn’t care about the money Old Man Lincoln had.
Who would have known that the nanny was a professional marriage scammer, specializing in posing as a nanny and marrying elderly men like Old Man Lincoln? This nanny had previously married four old men, with three dying and one divorced.
"...Old Man Lincoln had always been in good health, but suddenly died like this. His eldest son sensed something was amiss and asked friends at the Police Department to investigate. Guess what?"
The Johnson Family was intrigued, but Mr. Harris left them hanging.
Curly quickly said, "Was he poisoned?"
"How did you know?"
"That’s how it’s always played out in TV dramas. Did the nanny use slow poison, adding a little daily, and over time, poisoned the person to death?" Curly said.
"Curly got it right, Old Man Lincoln was poisoned like that. The three previous husbands all died the same way."
The old lady lamented, "How could this happen?"
"Sigh, nowadays, people have lost their conscience for money. In our days, the social atmosphere was good; we respected the elderly and loved the young."
"Indeed."
Pauline Briggs said, "Uncle Harris, doesn’t your family have a nanny too? You should have someone investigate thoroughly; make sure you didn’t hire a heartless one."
Mr. Harris had been waiting for this, "Ah, I’m scared too. I’m already this old; I’ve gone under the knife once, if I die, then I die. But my young grandson is still so small."
"Grandpa, I can take care of myself."
"How can a child as young as you take care of himself?" Mr. Harris rambled on, then switched to the main topic,
"I’ve dismissed the nanny, sold the house, and come to seek refuge with you."
The Johnson Family: ...
No one made a sound; they had no blood ties with the Harris Family—where did this refuge talk come from?
"Big sister, your house is so big, my grandson and I plan to rent a small courtyard to stay. As for money, we can negotiate. I sold the house for over 600,000 dollars, I’ll give it all to you."