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The man exuded the scent of alcohol and a chilling aura. His expression was dark and brooding, his face taut. The silver-framed glasses he wore somewhat subdued his roguish demeanor, yet the depths of his eyes behind the lenses seemed as if they could swallow her whole.
He spoke, his voice as nonchalant and frivolous as ever, that familiar tone: "Aren't you going to keep pretending?"
Yun knew he was referring to her act of not recognizing him during their blind date yesterday. She took a deep breath, striving to calm her emotions before responding with an indifference that felt akin to addressing a stranger. "Mr. Jiang, we aren't familiar enough for such casual greetings."
The words struck Jiang Shiyu, causing a pang in his chest. He fell silent for two seconds, then stepped back, releasing the grip he had on her.
Yun exhaled in relief, rubbing her sore wrist before turning to leave. As she walked away, Jiang Shiyu was overwhelmed by a wave of frustration and regret. He realized he had acted impulsively; the scene had triggered something within him, and the alcohol had clouded his judgment.
Once outside, Yun leaned against the door for a long while, the ripples of her emotions swirling endlessly within her. In the bathroom, she let hot water cascade over her head; after a while, it became suffocating. Turning off the shower, she rubbed her eyes and wiped away the water, revealing red-rimmed eyes.
It took her an hour in the bathroom to regain control over her emotions. Sitting on her bed, she calculated her schedule—she had a blind date tomorrow and two more the day after. The thought made her head throb.
She sent a message to Ms. Deng Ting: "Ms. Deng, I miss home. Please stop arranging blind dates for me. Thank you." She attached a half-hearted image.
On the other end, Deng Ting replied after a moment. An hour passed without any news from Shu Ran. Worried, Yun called but got no answer. She then called a friend who was supposed to go with them and learned that Shu Ran had been taken away by Cheng Zhou.
Yun chuckled helplessly; those two were something else.
The next day, Yun woke up early and tidied herself up before heading out for another blind date. She deliberately delayed for ten minutes before entering the restaurant.
This time it was a Western restaurant, romantic with its window-side seating. As soon as she walked in, the man at the table across stood up with a slight smile. "Hello, Miss Yun."
Yun nodded and shook his hand. They sat down at their table but exchanged no words.
It was evident that the other person was also not fond of conversation, which suited her just fine. The man, dressed in a gray suit, appeared to be around thirty years old and was said to work in advertising. He had a charming presence and a well-built physique, and his age was just right.
The man called over the waiter and asked Yun if she had any dietary restrictions before placing their orders. Once the orders were made, he seemed quite busy, constantly checking his phone and even taking a call during their meal. After finishing the call, he apologized with a hint of regret, saying, "Sorry, I had an important notification come through."
Yun shook her head, indicating that he was not as busy as he thought. He took a moment to seriously observe her, but his gaze lingered only for a second longer than what would be considered polite.
"I’m Zhao Moran," he introduced himself. "I’m thirty years old and work as a Creative Director in advertising, earning around five hundred thousand annually. My hobbies include playing golf, and I own two properties: one is a marriage apartment prepared by my mother, and the other is my own bachelor pad." It was clear he had some interest in his date for the day.
Yun smiled and nodded, offering a brief introduction of her own. "I’m Yun, seventeen years old, and I work as a dancer." She seemed uninterested in delving deeper into his life, so Zhao Moran kept it light until their food arrived.
Yun ordered a steak cooked medium-rare along with a glass of juice. Zhao Moran opted for a medium steak, pan-seared cod, and an American beer. Throughout the meal, Yun spoke little while Zhao Moran made an effort to say a few words to keep the atmosphere lively.
As they finished up, Zhao Moran took out his card to settle the bill. Yun interjected, "Let me pay for you."
Zhao Moran chuckled and replied, "Miss Yun, you’re too kind. It’s not gentlemanly for a lady to pay."
As they walked out of the restaurant, Yun pondered how to part ways. Zhao Moran remarked, "I can tell you’re not very keen on blind dates; honestly, neither am I."
Yun looked at him upon hearing this. "Is that so? What a coincidence," she replied softly. She wasn’t particularly good at making conversation.
Zhao Moran had an upright appearance; dressed in his suit and a black overcoat, he exuded an air of sophistication and charm.
At first, I was unwilling, but now I think it’s not bad to learn a bit more about it.
Yun's smile froze for a moment.
"Don't worry, I won't disturb you. I just want to understand you like a friend. What do you think?"
Yun was hesitant but felt it would be rude to refuse; after all, this was introduced by Mommy Studies.
Since they were acquaintances, Yun exchanged contact information with him.
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