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Yun was a bit anxious to leave, so she casually found an excuse to go. After the matchmaking meeting, she returned to Jiangzhou.
That evening, Deng Ting came to Yun's room. "How did your conversation with Zhao Moran go?"
Yun, applying a face mask and watching a drama, replied expressionlessly, "We didn't talk."
"Didn't talk? But Aunt Li said Zhao Moran has feelings for you. Didn't he try to chat with you?"
"Mom, he's really busy, and I don't like him," Yun said helplessly.
"You can cultivate feelings! You need to make an effort. Aunt Li mentioned that Zhao Moran has been well-behaved since he was little, and his personality is good. His parents are also very open-minded."
"And after marriage, you won't have to live with his parents much."
Yun lost her interest in the drama as she listened to the lecture. After casually responding a couple of times, Deng Ting left, and she put down her tablet and took out her phone.
In the group chat, she sent a message: "What should I do about Mom pressuring me to get married? Urgent!!!"
Yu Meng chimed in: "Let Qing Yu pretend to be your boyfriend; I did that last time."
Peng Qingyu replied: "No way! Last time you said we broke up, and your uncle and aunt still have issues with me."
Yun couldn't help but giggle at the banter.
Qin Nianchu added: "Just say you have a boyfriend."
Yun responded: "She won't believe it."
Shu Ran asked: "Show us what Auntie introduced you to!"
Yu Meng echoed: "Yeah! Show us!"
Yun forwarded the photo Ms. Deng Ting had sent her to the group. One by one, they began to scrutinize it.
Peng Qingyu commented: "He looks okay, just a bit older."
Yun replied: "He's thirty; that's not old."
Shu Ran added: "Thirty is just right; I just wonder how he is in other aspects."
"Hahaha, I'm just as confused," Yu Meng said.
"I think once men hit thirty, they start to regress in that area," Qin Nianchu replied.
"How do you know?" Peng Qingyu asked, tagging Qin Nianchu.
"Everyone says so," Qin Nianchu answered.
Xu Nian arrived late and remarked, "What are you women thinking about all day? You’re making Qing Yu and me worried."
Yu Meng shot back, "Oh really? You’re scared too? Don’t pretend."
"Hehe, actually I think this guy should be pretty capable. Just look at his build; he’s quite strong," Xu Nian commented.
Yun was speechless. "Are you here to help me or just to admire?"
Shu Ran suggested, "I think we could give it a try. Let’s first get to know his character. If he passes that test, it wouldn’t be a bad idea."
Yun pressed her phone tightly, her mind involuntarily drifting to him. She closed her eyes, trying to sweep that person out of her thoughts.
The next day, Yun received a WeChat message from Zhao Moran inviting her to dinner. She informed him that she was already home. Zhao Moran replied that they could meet after the New Year.
Yun responded, "Let’s talk later!"
She went downstairs to the convenience store to buy soy sauce but found it was out of stock and was sent down to get some. Dressed in thick pajamas with her hair down, she headed out.
There was a store right at the entrance of the community. As she came out with the soy sauce, she bumped into Jiang Shiyu who was walking his dog.
Yun froze for a moment as the dog, Wang Wang, jumped up excitedly. The old dog was surprisingly spry for its age.
Yun tightened her grip on the soy sauce while Jiang Shiyu held the leash tightly to prevent Wang Wang from getting away.
Without saying a word, Yun turned and walked away, hearing the pitiful whimper of the old dog behind her.
It seemed to say, "Mom, please don't go."
Yun still feared dogs, but upon hearing that voice, her heart softened. She turned back and approached the director, offering a faint smile. The director, sitting on the ground with its hind legs stretched out, stuck out its tongue and smiled. It wanted to jump up and be held by Yun, but knowing her fear, it hesitated to make a move.
After a moment of contemplation, Yun reached out her hand and gently patted the director's head, barely touching it—just grazing the thick layer of fur.
"Good boy."
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