Chapter 32: Matchmaking

Qiao An was irresistibly tempted, as if she had already seen this day arrive, instantly got deeply into the act, and pretentiously pouted, "Then I might not be willing to let her raise my child; what if she raises it poorly?"

Qin Zi Mo said, "Rest assured, the child will definitely be raised by my mother herself."

Qiao An then pretentiously said, "Fine. But are you really willing? Song Huan Yan is so beautiful..."

Qin Zi Mo said, "What's the use of just being pretty? With her temperament, even if she doesn't change, she's not fit to bear my child. What kind of child could she produce? Don't let it grow up and drive me crazy!"

Hearing Song Huan Yan being disparaged, Qiao An felt smug and said, "Are you that certain she'll reconcile with you, marry you? And even hand the Song Clan over to you?"

Qin Zi Mo said, "She loves me so much, she definitely only wants to marry me. Her family has only her as a daughter; sooner or later I'll be the head of the household."

"Even if she doesn't reconcile with me," Qin Zi Mo added, "we'll become International Superstar; when the contract expires, we'll just leave, no loss."

Qiao An thought it made sense, sneered, "Speaking of it, Song Huan Yan is truly as stupid as a pig. She's overconfident, thinking beauty alone is enough. A brainless fool only belongs as a vase! Brother Mo, once you control the Song Clan, you must kick her out. Since she wants to be a vase, let her be a vase admired by ten thousand people!"

Qin Zi Mo said, "Anyway we adapt, no loss either way. Babe, delete the chat records; if they're accidentally leaked, it could ruin our big matter."

Qiao An, coaxed happily, said, "Alright, I'll delete. We'll delete together. That way everyone can be at ease."

In fact both of them each had their own thoughts, each wary that the other might expose them, ruining their futures.

Qin Zi Mo nodded, "Okay."

The two took the phones together and, in front of each other, shredded the chat records completely.

Qin Zi Mo said, "From now on we won't chat anymore."

Qiao An thought, agreed, "Mm."

After that she went to kiss Qin Zi Mo, "Husband, I still want..."

Qin Zi Mo lifted her, "Go upstairs."

Having dealt with the chat records, the heavy stone weighing on Qin Zi Mo's heart also fell.

Seeing Qiao An writhing on the bed, Qin Zi Mo felt conflicted.

He still has feelings for Song Huan Yan, but her temperament and attitude toward him really disgust him, hurting a man's pride.

If Song Huan Yan were a bit softer and more charming, they wouldn't have come to this point.

Qin Zi Mo prepared two paths for himself.

If Song Huan Yan reconciles with him, can change her temperament, and consider his masculine dignity and face, he is still willing to be with her properly and love her well.

But if she never repents, remains that proud, don't blame me.

Now his dealings with Qiao An are actually for Song Huan Yan.

He must first coax Qiao An, completely destroy the chat records.

Otherwise, if Qiao An leaks it, the injured party will be Song Huan Yan.

He has always loved Song Huan Yan… he does all this for her good.

Weekend.

According to the agreement with the Leng Family, Song Huan Yan arrived at the meeting restaurant.

When Song Huan Yan's car arrived, Leng Jian Yue was already there, proactively stepped forward and opened the door for her.

Song Huan Yan got out of the car, Leng Jian Yue's gaze fell on her, and he first extended his hand, "Miss Song, hello."

The man before her stood about 188 cm tall, his short hair looking fresh.

His features were proper and handsome, his build robust and strong, giving a very domineering impression.

"Hello, Mr. Leng," Song Huan Yan replied politely.

"Please," Leng Jian Yue gestured.

The restaurant was private; tonight only the two dined, eating Western cuisine.

A large bouquet of brilliant Rose was placed on the dining table, showing some thoughtfulness.

The two sat down; Song Huan Yan's first arranged marriage meeting made her a bit uneasy.

Leng Jian Yue proactively handed her the ordering tablet, "Choose whatever you want to order yourself."

"Thank you." Song Huan Yan took it, lowered her gaze to look at the dishes.

Leng Jian Yue pulled out a cigarette, his gaze continuously lingered on her.

She is very beautiful today.

No, should say she's always been beautiful.

Kyoto's top cool beauty is truly not an exaggeration; up close she's radiant, flawless.

Unfortunately she previously refused the Marriage Alliance.

It was because of that Phoenix Man.

Her taste is truly poor; as a dignified Song Family Heiress, the sole heir of the Song Clan, she lowered herself, yet she's been dating a pauper for years…

I wonder what stage their relationship has reached?

Is her body still untouched?

It won't be that the Phoenix Man used some vile means to get her, right?

Song Huan Yan selected the dishes, handed the tablet to the waiter, and looked up.

Leng Jian Yue's gaze was very predatory, extremely dominant, or rather… formidable.

Song Huan Yan pressed her lips together, feeling even more uneasy.

But her face remained cool and composed.

The waiter gave the tablet to Leng Jian Yue, "Chief Leng."

Leng Jian Yue's gaze remained fixed on Song Huan Yan, unmoving, like a hunter locking onto prey, saying, "Just like her."

"Okay." The waiter bowed, turned and left.

Leng Jian Yue flicked the cigarette between his fingers, "Miss Song, do you mind?"

Out of politeness, Song Huan Yan shook her head, "No problem."

Leng Jian Yue snapped his fingers, and the waiter standing nearby hurried forward to light his cigarette.

He lit the cigarette; the smoke swirled, and the tobacco scent drifted into his nostrils.

Song Huan Yan slightly furrowed her brows, but said nothing.

She respects and understands the act of smoking.

Although Leng Jian Yue asked her first, she could have said she minded, but considering his feelings and out of respect and courtesy, she said nothing.

Song Huan Yan is not talkative; being on her first blind date, she didn't know how to start, and she just sat there, cold and aloof.

She felt a bit awkward, but in Leng Jian Yue's eyes, she looked even more goddess‑like.

Leng Jian Yue spoke first, introducing his situation.

He is twenty‑eight years old and currently heads the Leng Clan.

The Leng Clan and the Song Clan are evenly matched in strength.

Song Huan Yan does not lead the Song Clan, so she is unsure which family is superior, or if they are equal.

Leng Jian Yue is the eldest son, with one younger sister and one younger brother.

One is Leng Bai Wei, and the other is an adopted son.

His grandparents are alive; his father co‑heads the conglomerate with him, and his mother Liu Hong Ying runs the household.

Liu Hong Ying has always been very fond of Song Huan Yan, believing that within their circle only Song Huan Yan can match her son.

A few years ago she proposed a Marriage Alliance, but the Song Family politely declined.

After giving the preliminary information, Leng Jian Yue waved to his Assistant.

The Assistant handed over a jewelry box.

Leng Jian Yue placed it before her and said, "Our first formal meeting, a modest gift; I hope Miss Song will like it."

Song Huan Yan was slightly surprised.

She had never heard of giving a gift on a blind‑date day; it was rather awkward.

After all, it's a blind date; if nothing develops, the gift would be very awkward.

She could accept it, but if she declines, would she have to return it to him?

If she returned it, he would likely feel embarrassed and not take it back; holding it would be odd, keeping it would also be awkward.

It's not like her birthday; no matter how expensive a birthday gift, she could handle it and would consider a return gift.

But this is a blind date… somewhat abrupt.

Is Leng Jian Yue, as the head of the Leng Clan, being so thoughtless?

Or is it because he is too domineering, assuming success is inevitable?

Or perhaps he is expressing his affection and certainty toward her?