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"Uncle Jian, do you still love my Mom?" asked Jean with teary eyes.

"Do I have to answer your question, Jean?" Jian stared with a heavy heart, his heart really didn't want to hurt Jeany, the daughter of the woman he loved until this moment, Nadine.

"Thank you, you don't need to answer ... I already know the answer. All right Uncle take care ... we will meet in three years." said Jean with a smile turning her body around with a tear in the corner of her eye.

Jeany walked into the airport lobby and went to New York to continue her studies in modeling and photography, leaving behind all the sweet memories of being with Jian. A male friend of her mother who Jeany just realized that he loved her.

Jeany ... 21 years old, the beautiful daughter of Ardham and Nadine, had to leave the city in order to forget her feelings for Jian, a friend of her parents whom Jeany thought was uncle.

Jian ... 35 years old, a handsome and cold man who once loved Nadine his best friend, has fallen in love with Nadine's daughter Jean but doesn't admit his feelings.

Will Jeany's love be repaid? while Jian's love is still on her mother?

How does Nadine react when she finds out that her daughter loves her best friend Jian from such a distance?

HE's COLD MAN, MY LOVE HUSBAND

"Aahhh tickles Uncle." Jean said avoiding Jian's kisses that were constantly on his face.

"What did Uncle think to say such words?" Asked Jean looking at Jian's tired face who had probably waited too long in front of the bathroom.

"I just thought, I am a timid man who always obeys you and can't say no, and I tried last night until it ended up like this, I am indeed a husband afraid of my wife, I am afraid that if you are angry and then leave me." Jian said kissing Jean's forehead lovingly.

"Listen Uncle, maybe I'm also afraid of you and afraid that Uncle is angry, for that I try to please Uncle by fulfilling my obligations without me complaining, but actually I do it because I love you very much and want Uncle to be happy." Jean said in a low voice.

My jealousy brings pleasure