Jiang Shaoqing finally walked in, and Shang Kaiwen immediately flew over to him like a joyful little bird.
"Big Brother Jiang, I was just about to wash some fruits. What would you like to eat?"
Admiring Jiang Shaoqing’s handsome features, Shang Kaiwen couldn’t suppress the love in her heart. Longing like that of a young girl, she had cherished feelings for Jiang Shaoqing for many years, but unfortunately, he did not show much friendliness towards her.
"I don’t like to eat fruit," Jiang Shaoqing frowned.
Effortlessly, he increased the distance between himself and Shang Kaiwen.
Are you kidding me? You’re the doctor’s enemy. My goal is to help the doctor take you down; we’re hardly familiar.
Shang Kaiwen felt somewhat disappointed, but for her, Jiang Shaoqing treated every woman the same way, so it didn’t matter to her.
This man just likes his own cool and aloof nature, doesn’t he?
"Alright then, I’ll make you a cup of tea."
There wasn’t the slightest trace of embarrassment from being rejected.
Jiang Shaoqing cast a glance at Zhuo Lin, whose playful smile at the corner of her mouth was so evident when their eyes met, that she quickly pretended to look away.
Wow, there’s another spectator here.
There aren’t many women who would remain detached and watch the excitement of my situation.
It seems she’s the official match my mom set up for me.
Don’t you have any awareness of being a prospective match?
I am Jiang Shaoqing, after all. Even if you don’t know me, just by looking at my face, my attractiveness should be off the charts!
And yet this little girl seems to be enjoying the show from the side.
Jiang Shaoqing leisurely strolled over to the chessboard where the old master and Zhuo Lin were.
His tall figure was quite imposing.
"Shaoqing, this is Zhuo Lin, the daughter of a good friend of mine. She’s a teacher at the First Elementary School. Zhuo Lin, you seem to be about five years younger than our Shaoqing, right?" Shen Ye did not forget to fulfill his task at this time.
Zhuo Lin laughed, "I’m twenty-three. Big Brother Jiang is twenty-eight? That’s a bit old!"
Shen Ye nearly spit out his drink all at once.
Jiang Shaoqing felt a tingle in his molar.
"Zhuo Lin, that’s a nice name. Let’s have dinner together then. I happen to know a restaurant. Let’s go!"
Jiang Shaoqing dangerously leaned his body towards Zhuo Lin’s direction, his mom’s favorite pastime being playing matchmaker, so he might as well indulge her this once.
Shen Ye was thrilled, looking up without any hesitation, "Dad!"
The old master suddenly realized, my goodness, his grandson was actually taking the initiative to invite a girl to dinner.
Looks like there’s hope.
Glancing at the chessboard, it’s a pity about my game.
With a wave of his hand, "Go ahead, girl, eat whatever you want and don’t let him save money. Come back and play chess with me next time!"
He earnestly urged.
Shen Ye got up with Zhuo Lin and pushed the two towards the door, "Go on, hurry up. Shaoqing, you mustn’t bully Zhuo Lin!"
And just like that, he pushed them out the front door.
Zhuo Lin looked at the coat in her hands, then at the fallen leaves scattered outside the door, realizing she’d just been packed off and thrown out by Auntie Shen.
If she wasn’t sure what Auntie Shen was up to before, she definitely understood now.
This Jiang Shaoqing was the biggest reason Auntie Shen had lured her here.
An arrogant man like him taking an interest in a matchmaking prospect? Doubtful. And where did Auntie Shen get the idea that she and this Jiang Shaoqing were fated to be together?
Just because of what her son said?
"No need for dinner, you go ahead with your business. I’m heading home."
Today happens to be Sunday; it’s the perfect day for shopping.
Jiang Shaoqing’s gaze carried a hint of understanding, "What, afraid I can’t afford to treat you? Or do you have other matchmaking dates lined up, and you’re in a rush?"