C1 Seventh Blind Date

My name is Ye Jinyun. I just graduated from university and am currently working as an internship planner in an advertising agency.

According to my friends, I'm just a good girl. I haven't been in love since I was young.

As I grew older, I successfully became a leftover girl in the eyes of the surrounding people, but I was only 23 years old.

Finally, under the constant urging of my mother and friends, I decided to start looking for my love, and the way to look for it was — matchmaking!

Today, I was asked to meet again at a high-end French restaurant.

I sat in the booth and looked around.

This month was already the seventh time. That's right, the seventh time it was a blind date, not to mention the previous month's few blind dates.

This month's blind date, it could really be said that it had given me a taste of what it meant to have a year like this, and there were a lot of it this year.

For example, the one I met two days ago, who was known as the great scholar of the B City Normal University and the vice president of the Writers' Association, what about him?

The Grand Scholar's glasses are thicker than beer, and he has buck teeth. Of course, we can't judge a person by his appearance.

But as soon as he came up he asked me if I had a room and what I did, and when I said I didn't have the money to buy a house for the time being, he snorted and ten minutes later excused himself to go to the bathroom without making a sound.

"..."

I looked at my phone again to see who it was.

The matchmaker said that the other party was a construction engineer, with a house and a car, but his skin might be a little dark. As for the construction engineer, it was normal for his skin to be dark due to the weather.

I can understand that.

Half an hour later, after I'd refilled my coffee cup, the Great Engineer arrived late.

He was wearing a leopard-print T-shirt with a gold chain across his chest. The pendant was a Maitreya Buddha with a dark brown leather bag tucked under his arm.

"You're that Ye, Ye …" This person spoke in plain Mandarin and took out his cell phone. "Ye Jinyun?"

My heart turned cold. This wasn't a construction engineer, this was a contractor.

"Hello, my name is Ye Jinyun. Are you Mr. Chen Xiangdong Chen?" Out of politeness, I held out my hand.

The person wiped his sweaty face and shook my hand, "Hehe, I just came back from the construction site. Miss Ye, what kind of job are you doing? Are you busy normally?"

I took a deep breath to keep from wiping my hands with a tissue. "It's okay, I did the advertising. I work overtime."

"Advertising?" Chen Xiangdong's face sank. He opened his bag and took out a stack of documents that he folded several times, "Didn't you say it was a kindergarten teacher? "Aiya, you don't look like a photo either. Miss Ye, your blind date is too dishonest."

I wanted to roll my eyes. Who is so dishonest? How can you be so honest if you give yourself a picture of a fresh meat that's even more handsome than the seal?

"Mr. Chen, you must have misunderstood something." Mr. Chen, you must have misunderstood something.

"Forget it, my family definitely doesn't like this commercial. When you get married, you can resign and take care of my parents and kids at home. I'll give you 1,000 yuan a month for your meals, which is much better than doing this kind of planning."

After the dishes were served, Chen Xiangdong wiped the sweat off his face with a tissue as he ate.

At one point, the atmosphere became slightly awkward.

Before I could reply, the dark, stocky man sitting across from me spoke again.

"Hey, you're called Ye Jinyun? I suddenly remembered something." Chen Xiangdong seemed to be a bit angry as he wiped his mouth.

"What is it?" I asked him.

Chen Xiangdong touched his half-bald head. "Ye..." I remember now, your dad is a murderer and is in prison, right? Why does that name sound so familiar?! "

I put my hands on my knees and clenched my fists. Looking at the indignant man opposite me, I suddenly felt ridiculous.

"Why did the murderer's daughter come here to kiss!" Chen Xiangdong walked out of the restaurant without looking back.

There was no chance for me to explain.

As I sat in the booth, trying to calm my emotions and get ready to leave, a gentle voice sounded in my ear.

"Miss, you haven't paid yet." the waiter politely suggested.

"Many... "How much is it?" I was embarrassed.

"You ordered a couple set, Lafite and Violin, for a total of twenty-four thousand yuan."

It was like a thunderbolt from a clear sky, that pig Chen Xiangdong! In the past, he only ordered a casual meal from this restaurant for around 500 or so, but this time Chen Xiangdong actually ordered a couple set meal from one bottle of Lafite 20,000 or so, and he even took the other half of the bottle away!

"Can I write a promissory note? My wallet is missing." Bewildered, I asked the waiter.

The waiter shook his head and changed his tone, "No, miss. Could I trouble you to buy it by yourself?"

"I …" I'm in my internship right now, and my salary is only over two thousand a month. And today, I've just used up all the money I've got from my bank account to pay back the money I owed to my relatives.

"Miss, this is a high-end restaurant, not a place to eat an overbearing meal." The waiter said and was about to call the security guards over.

"How much does it cost?"

A deep and slightly magnetic voice suddenly sounded. It was as though two pieces of metal were colliding with each other, causing my heart to sink.