Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen) novel Chapter 388

Raindrops fell as willow tree branches swayed in the wind, like a poetry in a hazy motion.

Jenna and Hansen both came out to escort Trevor back to the hotel.

It was noon. The weather was a little warm. The drizzle fell onto the umbrella, trickled down, and then landed on her body. It was warm and moist. Jenna had never felt so at ease and happy before.

After walking for a while, Trevor stopped them and said, "Alright, you guys don't have to see us off anymore. Go and do whatever you like." He sent them off.

"Well, take care, Dad." Hansen was eager to go. Ever since he had come to Wullen Town, he had not had a chance to show Jenna around in this quaint, idyllic town. Now that they had cleared the air, they could finally enjoy the scenery of Wullen town.

Immediately, he grabbed Jenna's hand and bid farewell to Trevor.

They held each other's hand and walked along the street lining the river. The gurgling water was flowing merrily.

A gentle breeze and a fine drizzle fluttered in the sky. Hansen took the red umbrella from Jenna's hand and held it over their heads, with most of the umbrella covering her.

The historic bridge stretched across the river. The two of them stepped onto the arch bridge, gazing into the distance.

The canals were filled with boats of all sizes, floating in the river, painting a picturesque scene.

"Jenna, it never crossed my mind that we would meet in Wullen Town. It looks like we are fated for each other." Hansen sighed. "The heavens have not mistreated us after all."

Jenna smiled slightly and rested her head against his chest.

"Hansen, I have something to say to you." She spoke softly, her voice soft and gentle, carrying a hint of sweetness.

"What do you want to say? I, your husband, am all ears." Hansen circled one hand on her slender waist and responded softly.

"Hansen, do you still want the design of that batch of car models?" She asked, tilting her head up to look at him, her bright eyes blinking.

What was she saying?

This woman was still negotiating business with him even when they were facing such a lovely

view.

"Hansen, don't be surprised." Jenna saw through his doubts and smiled, raising her face. She stared straight into his eyes and said seriously, "I want to do something before leaving Wullen Town. After all, I have stayed here for so long, and fate brought me here."

Hansen looked at her long, fluttering eyelashes and solemn expression. He smiled and asked softly, "Tell me, what do you want to do?"

Jenna gave a light sigh. "I think you've guessed it too."

She told him that Mr. Koch had taken the children to meet her.

Hansen listened attentively, his eyes were taken over by a hint of ridicule and anger.

Kyrie, that despicable man, had even planned to drag women and children into the crossfire.

"Hansen, although Mr. Koch was entrusted by Kyrie to do this, the difficulties the factory and the school are facing are all true. Just now when Dad asked for my opinion, I considered the overall situation of the Richards Group. However, in private, I think I should do something that I can do. Consider that it's for the sake of Jerry," Jenna said subtly.

Hansen had long understood what she meant and stroked her beautiful hair.

"If you want me to invest, just tell me directly, or just tell Dad when he asks you. Anything you say, I will listen to it." Hansen lowered his head and gazed deeply into her eyes.

"No, absolutely not." Jenna shook her head. "As a group, no matter what you do, we have to weigh it again and again for the sake of the company's interests, instead of personal benefits. We have to pay attention to the welfare of the company's staff at all times. Otherwise, we will end up like that petrochemical factory."

Jenna analyzed seriously. It was impossible for her to leverage Richards Group to do charity. There was no need at all.

Hansen looked into her bright eyes, his eyes deepened a few shades. He gently embraced her shoulder and said, "All hail, my judicious wife."

"However, not investing doesn't mean that we can't do anything. There should still be compassion. Richards Group is a large group. Public investment will involve some people's interests, but we can do something personally. Which is why I want to establish a charity organization? Do you know why I sold those drawings online? It's for the purpose of this school." Under the red umbrella, Jenna's face had a flush of redness, and the warm smile on her lips was beautiful and soft.

Hansen felt the voice burrow into his blood and rapidly gushed through his limbs. His entire body went limp as he hugged her tightly once more. He stood on the century- old bridge with a happy smile on his face.

People kept coming to the arch bridge. It was the perfect time in spring. Many tourists came to the arch bridge and praised it in admiration.

The crowd pushed them into taking a few steps back. Hansen used all his strength to protect her from being hit by the tourists. The two of them smiled affectionately under the red umbrella.

"Should we go?" He asked softly again. Usually, she didn't want to be affectionate with him in public. She was acting unusual that day.

"Let's go. Carry me on your back." She pouted her mouth coyly.

Her green floral dress fluttered in the spring breeze, accentuating her slim and tall figure. Her silky hair was beautiful and her face was rosy. She would be the most beautiful painting in the world.

Many tourists were looking at them.

"Okay, I'll carry you on my back." Hansen couldn't help but to agree. He touched her pert nose with his hand and smiled. He turned around and Jenna wrapped her arms around his neck. Jenna was leaning on his back, her face pressing against it. She smiled shyly.

Hansen carried her on his back and walked ahead of the stream of people.

After walking for some time, when they looked back, the bridge had become faintly visible in the distance. They stared at that old arch bridge. In that instant, they both felt as if they had travelled back in time.

After a while, Hansen slowly walked forwards, carrying her on his back.

A song could be heard from afar. It was a folk song from Jenova City. "The rain drizzles down. It seems the years pass by so quickly. Stories and folklore in the misty rain..."

Shutting her eyes, Jenna laid on Hansen's back, listening to this low and mellow tune, indulging in it...

The next day, Jenna negotiated with the company in Switzerland online and sold the drawing to Reeva for the price of ten million dollars. Then, she contacted the local government and deposited the ten million dollars into designated accounts. She listed some of the key points of the fund, putting the investment in schools and financial aid to children from poor families as the main priority.

All in all, the investment of the petrochemical factory had come to an end for now.