Adult fairy tale: Starting with social security black silk Little Red Riding Hood!

Luisa regained her composure and quietly scolded her younger siblings.

Hearing Luisa's words, the children pouted, exchanged glances, and saw the doubt and disdain in each other's eyes.

Anyway, they didn't believe that this man could bring them a good life.

He must be deceiving their eldest sister!

"Sister, I think things are fine at home. If you trust him, he might sell us all off," one of them said.

Arthur also coldly snorted, "The moment we step into the house he's talking about, blink, and body parts will be missing!"

Inside the house, the chatter went on and on. Rod and Frank stood outside the door, vaguely hearing a few words. Before they could listen carefully, Frank spoke.

"I know I'm a scoundrel."

Frank didn't know where he got a cigarette. He put it in his mouth, lit it, and exhaled two or three puffs of white smoke before continuing, "Luisa has been taking care of the children all these years. I haven't done anything and always hold her back."

He leaned against the broken fence by the door, shaking the ashes from his cigarette.

Perhaps a bit of parental shame prevented him from looking at Rod's expression at this moment.

"Some time ago, I got sick. She went out for a while, and within a few days, she brought back a large sum of money, enough to not only cure my illness but also open a restaurant."

"I felt something was wrong then."

Frank took a deep drag from his cigarette, spat a mouthful of phlegm to the side, then threw the cigarette butt on the ground, stomping on it twice before turning to look at Rod, "I won't beat around the bush. The money, you gave it to her, right?"

Rod raised an eyebrow, wondering what Frank was trying to say after going around in circles.

"I gave it to her."

Frank paused, took a few steps back, and took another deep breath.

"It sounds like you should be a rich man."

He rolled up his sleeves, revealing his skinny arm with a bluish tattoo, trying to look imposing as he stared at Rod, "Although my family is a bit poor, and I'm a bit of a bastard, I won't let my daughter sacrifice her happiness for money."

"You must tell me honestly now, what is your relationship!"

Frank's eyes sized Rod up and down.

Rod was tall, strong, young, handsome, and rich.

If Luisa were really with Rod, it wouldn't be bad. If you really think about it, Luisa would be taking advantage of Rod!

But—

Frank's family had lived on this street for so long, they had seen the coldness and warmth of human nature, especially those rich people, who were all high and mighty.

Bread falling from the sky?

Even his youngest child wouldn't think that.

"If you are willing to marry her, I don't…"

Rod sneered, looking at Frank's lack of confidence.

He directly interrupted Frank.

"She is my mistress."

Rod grinned, "Don't even think about marriage. I won't marry Luisa as my wife."

As a mistress, Luisa was qualified.

But as a wife, Luisa was far from it. Rod would never marry a woman who almost sold her body as his wife.

"Do you just want to play around?!" Frank's eyes were filled with anger as he stared at Rod.

No father could remain indifferent upon hearing such words.

Even a scoundrel father like him!

He quickly walked up to Rod. Despite being a head shorter, he still tried to look Rod in the eye, aggressively asking, "What's wrong with my Luisa that you only want to play around with her?"

"Not really."

Rod picked at his ear, nonchalantly saying, "She's a mistress now, and she can be a kept woman later. I don't mind taking care of her."

"What nonsense are you talking about? Are you drunker than me? What will you use to support her after you get married?!"

Frank shouted, his nostrils flaring, but in the end, he just clenched his teeth and glared at Rod in anger.

"Considering you helped us before, I won't hit you. Get out of here, leave now!"

Frank was like an enraged old bull, fierce and unparalleled.

Rod didn't care at all.

From Frank's words, it was clear that he was only worried about Luisa's future.

Frank only knew that Rod was rich.

But he didn't know how rich Rod was.

Rod crossed his arms, his lips curled up, calmly looking at Frank, "I can give your family a few more checks, how about it?"

"You want to humiliate my family to what extent! Get out!"

Frank was furious, raising his hand to push Rod out.

"Five hundred thousand dollars."

Rod calmly spoke.

Frank's hand froze in place, looking at Rod in surprise.

That's five hundred thousand right off the bat?!

"Five hundred thousand, five hundred thousand won't do. What do you think we are—"

Frank stuttered.

His words didn't have as much confidence as before.

"Five million."

Rod was too lazy to nag, directly raising the price, looking at Frank with a smile.

Frank's family lived in this kind of place, they had suffered a lot, and they didn't have that much morality.

Rod wasn't worried that Frank would disagree at all.

"Five, five million?!" Frank's eyeballs almost popped out of their sockets, looking at Rod in shock.

Was this kid joking?!

That wasn't five hundred dollars, it was five million?!

"Are you kidding me? You're so young, where did you get so much money?"

Frank bit down on the last bit of reason, barely supporting his fatherly conscience.

Rod glanced at him, directly took out a check from his pocket, wrote down a series of numbers, and threw it to Frank.

Although Frank hadn't seen a large check before, he still knew how to verify a check. He took the check in a flurry, checking it over and over again, completely unable to believe his eyes.

But the check was real!

"You say this, isn't this too polite."

Frank coughed twice, putting the check in his pocket. He definitely wouldn't have spoken so politely to a young man in the past, but with the bright check in his pocket, he really couldn't give him a bad look.

"Sit down again, being a mistress is definitely not okay, let's discuss this matter further."

Frank cleared his throat, coughed twice, signaling Rod to go home.

Rod was originally here to settle this family, and he didn't refuse. As soon as the two went inside, they saw Arthur blocking the door.

A group of children, big and small, were blocking the door, blocking Luisa in the innermost part, looking like they were determined not to let them pass.

"We heard that you're going to take us to your house to stay temporarily?"

Arthur was the oldest, cleared his throat, and directly said, "We're such a big family, can your place accommodate us? You've seen our house, and it's already too small for us. How big is your house?"

Stay temporarily?

Rod didn't know what Luisa had told them, but it seemed that these children's thoughts were indeed biased.

He crossed his arms, raising an eyebrow, "Who said it was a temporary stay? You can stay as long as you want."

Hearing Rod say this, Arthur's expression froze.

"We don't want to move. We're used to living here. Besides, there are big houses nearby. Jimmy's house next door is very big."

Speaking of this, Arthur's eyes couldn't hide his envy, saying in a low voice, "They only have a few people in their family, and their house is much bigger than ours. If we could live in such a big house, it definitely wouldn't be so crowded."

The other children also showed a lot of envy on their faces.

Compared to their family, Jimmy's family lived much better. Not only did they have a big house to live in, but both parents worked outside, with a lot of income. They were one of the few families on this street who were doing alright.

"Don't want to move away? Then buy the house next door and move in."

Rod didn't care about these children's resistance at all.

He turned and walked towards the neighbor's house.

Completely ignoring how much of an impact his words had on those little brats.

"Crap, isn't this guy going to be beaten to death by Jimmy's family?"

Arthur finally realized, glanced at his younger siblings behind him, and quickly followed Rod.

Although they didn't like Rod and thought Rod was a liar.

But this was a separate matter.

They weren't so bad that they had to screw people to death.

The children, including Luisa, followed Rod in a panic.

Before they could stop Rod, Rod had already walked to the neighbor's door.

The doorbell rang.

A heavy footstep came from inside.

A large, middle-aged white man came out, looking at the group of people in front of his door with a face full of anger.

"We don't have any leftovers today. Even if we did, I would feed them to the dogs, not give them to your family. Get out!"

Jimmy raised his hand, making a gesture of expulsion.

Dismissing the people outside the door like dogs.

Rod's expression didn't change.

Instead, the children behind him were so angry that they jumped, but they were too embarrassed to retort.

After all, they had also had their eyes on Jimmy's family. When they were hungry, they had stolen a few fruits from Jimmy's family. Now that Jimmy was pointing at them and scolding them, they really didn't have the confidence to challenge him.

"I'm here to buy the house."

Rod looked at Jimmy's bloated, fat face, calmly saying, "Just name a price."

"Who are you?" Jimmy looked at the stranger in front of him unhappily, coldly sneering, "You're just a little brat, get out of here, stop joking about this!"

In fact, Jimmy had also thought about moving to a better place.

If he had a choice, who would want to live on this street?

Except for Frank's family, who were incredibly strange, they really had feelings for this street.

If his family had enough money, they would have moved away long ago.

Now, hearing Rod joke about this, he immediately became angry, "Looking at your outfit, can you afford it? Still hanging out with Frank's family—"