Chapter 1715: Moli's Blind Date 1

"Please, say no more. I understand. A wife is like clothing; if you don't have one, you can find another, but I only have one mother. I must listen to what you say."

"Good son, Mother didn't dote on you in vain."

"Let me take you home."

"No need. I'll go back myself. You handle the matters here and come home this weekend."

"Alright, then drive slowly on your way."

Jian Yixin drove away, and Moli finally let out a breath, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

He had finally managed to appease one side. He opened his phone—good heavens, dozens of missed calls, all from his girlfriend, Su Qiangying.

He had just prepared to call back when his phone rang. After he answered, Su Qiangying launched into a barrage of questioning like a machine gun: "Where did you run off to? Your phone was even turned off. Your mother was crying so hard, and you didn't even bother to comfort her, only caring about chasing after your adoptive mother. What are you chasing for? This whole thing was her being unreasonable in the first place..."

Su Qiangying didn't realize she had done anything wrong at all. She kept calling Jian Yixin "adoptive mother" and complained that she had ruined a perfectly good birthday banquet—how petty!

It sounded grating to Moli, but he couldn't argue with her over the phone.

"Where are you now? I'll come find you."

"At Peony Pavilion. Come back."

"Wait for me. I'll be back immediately."

Moli had used a delaying tactic on Jian Yixin; he only wanted to appease his mother and lower her temper, never intending to actually break up with Su Qiangying.

He thought he would communicate well with Su Qiangying afterward, then the two of them would go to his mother together to apologize, and the matter would be over.

But he had thought too simply.

Or rather, he had underestimated the degree of Su Qiangying's disgust for his mother. She didn't feel she was wrong at all; they had to have a serious talk.

Moli returned to the restaurant, feeling even angrier.

The dishes had all been served. A table full of food, and Jian Yixin was smiling as she poured wine into a glass, looking as if she hadn't been affected at all.

The birthday cake his mother had brought had already been taken away, and sitting in the middle of the table was the cake brought by Shi Yuke.

It was the standard, ordinary kind, far worse than what Jian Yixin had bought.

Seeing her boyfriend enter, Su Qiangying went up to him and kissed him: "Happy birthday, darling!"

Moli hung his head and plopped into a chair: "I'm not happy. Not happy at all. Because of what you did today, everyone is unhappy, and you can still laugh? You really are thick-skinned."

Su Qiangying retorted unconvinced: "This can't be blamed on me; your adoptive mother is just too petty. A child's birthday is a mother's day of suffering. Today is your birthday, and it's also the day your biological mother suffered to give birth to you. What is wrong with me calling your biological mother over? There is absolutely nothing wrong with it."

She didn't think she had done anything wrong in the slightest, speaking with certainty and righteous indignation.

Moli had wanted to communicate well with his girlfriend, but seeing this attitude made him angry too, so he said directly: "Enough, don't say any more. You were in the wrong for this. You were self-righteous and thought you were being clever."

Su Qiangying exploded immediately.

"I'm in the wrong? What did I do wrong? Sheng Moli, she is your biological mother, not mine. I did all this for your own good. It's one thing that I put in the effort and got no thanks, but now it's all my fault?"

"Even if you're a mama's boy, there has to be a limit. You can't just listen to whatever your adoptive mother says. What kind of soul-stealing soup has she fed you..."

Su Qiangying calling her "adoptive mother" over and over finally made Moli unable to endure it any longer, and he erupted.

He roared at his girlfriend: "Shut up! What adoptive mother, what biological mother? I only have one mother."

Moli had never shouted at Su Qiangying like this before. She was very unaccustomed to it and felt extremely uncomfortable.

She couldn't let Moli treat her with this attitude, so she shrieked: "Are you crazy? What do you mean you only have one mother? Your biological mother carried you for ten months and gave birth to you—is she not a mother?"

If the woman in front of him hadn't been his girlfriend, but someone else, and she had dared to challenge his bottom line again and again, he would have lost his temper long ago.

Moli had endured to the limit. Seeing that his girlfriend still wouldn't shut up and was becoming increasingly sharp-tongued, he spoke even less politely.

"What kind of soul-stealing soup did that woman feed you? Making you speak for her like this. You don't understand the affairs of my family, so don't spout nonsense. From now on, you are not allowed to interfere in my family's affairs!"

Su Qiangying was furious.

She had always thought that she and Moli should count as one family, and everyone else was an outsider.

Now that Moli kept saying "my family affairs" and "don't you interfere," he was clearly treating her as an outsider!

She said petulantly: "Fine, consider me meddlesome, okay? Since that's the case, then let's break up."

She was speaking out of anger, but who knew that Moli would actually agree: "Break up then. Let's make a clean break."

After he finished speaking, he turned and left. Su Qiangying stood stunned on the spot for a long time, unable to recover her senses.

What did that mean?

She had just been broken up with, right?

No, wait, she was the one who proposed the breakup first.

Hmph! Someone who doesn't know what's good for them isn't worth keeping anyway.

Two days passed.

Moli still hadn't come back to find her to apologize, and she began to panic.

He wasn't being serious, was he? Did he really want to break up with her?

Just as she was feeling uneasy, Jian Yixin hadn't been idle either.

Jian Yixin mobilized friends, family, and business partners to introduce girlfriends to Moli.

Only a few hours after the news went out, she received photos and profiles of several young women.

Moli had a good family background, a good personality, was handsome himself, and was a top student.

He had also trained in the military and worked in an administrative role.

His resume was very impressive; any single point taken out would make him an object that girls vied to pursue.

After the news was released, there were plenty of girls who signed up voluntarily.

Moli didn't truly want to break up with Su Qiangying; he was still thinking about waiting a couple of days for her anger to subside so he could coax her back.

But he hadn't expected his mother to act so quickly. In just one day, she had brought over a dozen photos of girls for him to choose from, telling him to contact them if he saw one he liked.

Moli didn't want to go on blind dates, so he started picking faults.

"This one is too fat."

Jian Yixin asked in confusion: "She isn't fat, just a bit round-faced, quite cute."

She had seen this young woman before; she really wasn't fat, her temperament and personality were quite good, and she even had two dimples when she smiled.

But her son said: "I don't have a connection with her, but if you think she's fine, then it's her. At worst, I'll just follow Zirui's example and marry someone you like to keep at home. How does that sound?"

Jian Yixin:...

She thought it didn't sound good at all.

She just didn't like Su Xiaoying; she didn't want her son to be unhappy.

So she compromised: "It's alright, it doesn't matter if you don't like this one, we have other choices."

So she changed to a photo of a young woman with a heart-shaped face for her son to look at.

Large eyes, a high, straight nose bridge, fair skin, thin lips pressed lightly together—a typical beauty.

But Moli still felt it wasn't good: "This one is no good, too bewitching. I wouldn't be at ease marrying a woman like this and keeping her at home, and I can't watch her all the time."

"With looks this good, her education level must not be high..."

I like it when Madam always wants to anger me.