Bab 8: Chapter 8 The Ultimate Matchmaking Guy

Chen Qianmo was dressed in casual clothes, the most simple and ordinary kind of coat. However, this did not affect his aura at all.

His sword-like eyebrows were slightly knit together, and the lines of his face were taut and exceedingly stern.

If he hadn't needed to conceal his true identity right now, he would have gotten up and taken this little woman away the moment he saw her going on a date with another man.

Chen Qianmo's sword-like eyebrows furrowed slightly before slowly relaxing, and then he nonchalantly picked up the coffee cup in front of him.

So close that he could even feel the texture of Yan Qingruo's T-shirt against his back. There was a breeze, and occasionally her hair would brush against his neck, tickling him softly.

Chen Qianmo hated any form of touch from anyone - hands, clothes, hair, and certainly not lips, but he did not repel hers in the slightest and even enjoyed it.

Damn it! Remembering her tenderness and moistness from last night, he found himself unable to focus on the matters at hand.

All these thoughts swirling in Chen Qianmo's mind, Yan Qingruo was oblivious as she introduced herself to the man across from her, saying, "Hello, my name is Yan Qingruo, I..."

"Alright, alright, no need to go on," the doctor interrupted Yan Qingruo with a wave of his hand and a very serious demeanor, "I fancy you, let's go, we'll head to the civil affairs office and get married."

"Ah!" Yan Qingruo's eyes widened, her jaw almost dropping in shock.

After being astounded for a long moment, Yan Qingruo found her voice, "Mr. Huang, going to get a marriage certificate right now is a bit premature, isn't it? At least we should get to know each other first, find out if we're a good match..."

"Well, that won't be necessary. I am very satisfied with you, you seem just right," the doctor interrupted Yan Qingruo again, waving his arms with the air of a leader, "Miss Yan, I'm sure you can tell that I am a highly qualified catch and my standards are very high, so I haven't found the right person until now..."

"Pfft..." Yan Qingruo spat out a mouthful of water.

Truth be told, she had been in a terrible mood all day, and hearing the doctor's words, she was caught completely off guard and couldn't help herself.

Yan Qingruo looked at his portly figure, the acne-covered face, balding hair, and thick, rolling lips, hastily bowed her head, and took another sip of her lemon water.

The person who was equally shocked, sitting back to back with her, was Chen Qianmo.

However, Chen Qianmo's reaction wasn't as extreme as Yan Qingruo's; only a slight change appeared on his face.

But Chen Qianmo's expression was fleeting, quickly returning to its usual sternness, with no sign of anything out of the ordinary.

The doctor, on the other hand, seemed to find nothing surprising and continued, "I heard you have no dowry, and with a month to go before graduating with no job, I really did not want to meet you. But looking at you, I suppose you are barely passable for me. My mother thinks you're not good enough for me, so we have to get married quickly and have a son right away. I believe this way, she won't have any complaints about you."

Yan Qingruo was stunned by his demands and words. Her jaw dropped and stayed that way.

Yan Qingruo had no idea what to say anymore, and reflexively asked, "But what if it's not a son?"

The Ph.D. said very seriously, "Impossible! My mom had my fortune told, and I'm destined to have a son. So don't worry, it will definitely be a boy."

"People with such high education still believe in fortune-telling?" Yan Qingruo was really surprised.

"Even without fortune-telling, we must have a son. In our village, not being able to produce a son is a matter of ridicule," said the Ph.D. with great agitation.

Yan Qingruo was scared by him and blurted out, "What if we can't have a son?"

The Ph.D. became even more agitated and immediately jumped up, waving his hand, "Then we'll keep trying until we have a son."

Yan Qingruo was defeated by the Ph.D., and as she listened in a daze, he suddenly asked, "I heard you have a siheyuan?"

Yan Qingruo nodded, wondering why he was asking such a question. Had she mentioned it to the matchmaking agency?

The Ph.D. got excited, his chubby face full of thrills, looking as if he had drunk alcohol, with his pimples all glossed over in a reddish shine, he loudly said, "That's great, we can sell your siheyuan and then buy a two-bedroom, one-living room apartment at my work unit. Let me tell you, after we buy the house, my parents will come live with us to help us take care of the children. You just go to work, buy groceries, cook meals, clean the house, and take care of me. Your income will cover the family expenses, and I'll save my income for our son's university fees. After all, my salary is quite high and easy to save. My monthly salary this year is two thousand four hundred and eighty-five, and next year it will increase by four hundred..."

Yan Qingruo was truly frightened by him. She had just broken up with someone like Li Haocheng and now encountered another person eyeing her siheyuan...

Yan Qingruo coughed lightly, interrupting the Ph.D. as she said softly, "I'm sorry, Mr. Huang, but I live with my grandmother, and the siheyuan can't be sold. It seems that someone with my circumstances doesn't quite meet your mating standards, so I think we..."

"So I think we should call it off..." Before Yan Qingruo could finish saying "let's call it off," she was interrupted by the Ph.D.

"Grandmother? How old is your grandmother? How many years does she have left? Anyway, she's going to die. I can wait for her, the siheyuan can be sold a year or two later," said the Ph.D. quite generously, gesturing as if the siheyuan were his rather than Yan Qingruo's.

Hearing him curse her grandmother to die, Yan Qingruo's face darkened. She didn't want to talk anymore, stood up, put the money for her lemon water on the table, and said, "Mr. Huang, hearing you talk like this makes me feel that you are too good for me, and I feel quite inferior. I am not in a position to pursue a man and family like yours. I have other things to attend to, goodbye."

Only when Yan Qingruo resolutely rejected the Ph.D. did Chen Qianmo's previously stone-cold expression slightly relax, aware that this little woman wasn't that foolish after all.

His whole body, which had been tensed up, relaxed slightly, and he felt an inexplicable sense of relief.

But just as Yan Qingruo was rejecting the Ph.D., grabbing her purse to leave, the Ph.D. suddenly grabbed her hand and said, "Miss Yan, but I am not looking down on you. Even if your grandmother is a burden, I haven't shown any disdain..."

"Let go of me!" Yan Qingruo felt she didn't want to speak with him any longer. She struggled to break free from the Ph.D.'s grip.

But the Ph.D. was serious now, holding on to her and not letting go, both agitated and anxious, "Miss Yan, don't go. I've said I don't look down on you. After all, you have a siheyuan. If you go with me, we'll get to my work unit dormitory. Once we have our documents, we can head to the civil affairs office..."

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