Zhou Yunchen couldn’t get the noodles, so he found a few other things to eat. Then he sat back down by the edge of his sister’s sofa. "Chen Ming also has his principles. Also, a girl should be a bit more reserved. Going all out at once might just scare him off. If you asked him to make noodles, I’m sure he’d be willing. You just have to take it slowly. In the middle of the night, if you make him drink with you and not let him leave, isn’t that the implication?"

Song Jia lowered her head, playing with her fingernails. "I didn’t think that way."

"Any normal guy would think like that, unless he’s abnormal." Zhou Yunchen sighed, "Chen Ming is not young anymore, and he really wants to get married. If you don’t mean it, don’t lead him on. If you’re looking for a boyfriend, your brother can introduce you to someone."

"I don’t want a boyfriend." Song Jia glanced at him, then added, "You’re so annoying."

The brother looked at his wife. "Look at this. Say a few words to her, and she’s annoyed. Is this normal? Congwen, say something to her."

Shen Congwen was enjoying his noodles, eating with great satisfaction. After finishing, he patted his stomach contentedly and spoke, "Beauty, why not give Chen Ming a try? His noodles are quite tasty. If it’s convenient later, you can live together."

The noodles really were delicious.

Song Jia felt a bit off, frowning, "You’re selling me out over a bowl of noodles?"

Shen Congwen smiled brightly, "It’s a win-win. He can keep you company every day."

Zhou Yunchen gave his wife a thumbs up. When it comes to hitting the mark, his wife was spot-on.

Song Jia was furious, stomping upstairs barefoot.

Shen Congwen looked upstairs, "Is she angry out of shame?"

Zhou Yunchen snorted lightly, "Nah, she’s clearly starting a revolution at the sight of someone, but the other person isn’t into it."

After taking a sip of water, he added, "Who would have thought, Chen Ming is quite charming."

Shen Congwen stroked his chin, deep in thought, "His figure seems pretty good." 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

Zhou Yunchen stared at her, then warned sternly, "Shen Congwen."

"I get it, I get it." Shen Congwen stood up, then added, "Oh right, these noodles are really good. If you can’t bring Chen Ming back, you have to learn to make them."

"Got it." Zhou Yunchen replied humbly.

...

It was really late at night.

Zhou Yunchen walked into his sister’s room. Song Jia had taken a bath, changed into pajamas, and was sitting on the sofa with a glass of red wine in her hand.

"You’re really drinking this late?" The brother went over, draping an arm around her shoulder. "Beauty, if you like Chen Ming, there’s nothing wrong with it. Just give it a shot."

"I didn’t think of it that way." Song Jia spoke softly, "He’s just someone who seems reliable."

"You know he’s reliable." Zhou Yunchen chuckled, "He’s a good guy and has potential..."

After all, he used to be one of King Jingyao’s men, so he knew quite a bit about him. Once he mentioned Chen Ming, Song Jia was a bit surprised.

Zhou Yunchen laughed, "He’s only in his early thirties, has plenty of opportunities ahead. Plus, his current position is something many people can only dream of. As for money, we don’t seem to be lacking."

Song Jia glanced at him without responding, just curled her feet on the sofa, hugging her knees.

Zhou Yunchen knew she couldn’t forget Bo Qing and wasn’t willing to admit she liked someone like Chen Ming, a rugged guy. After all, Bo Qing was the kind of person who epitomized romance—

The men of the Bo Family all seemed that way.

He patted her shoulder, "Think about it yourself, don’t miss the chance. From what I know, he’s been going on lots of dates. If he meets someone one day, he won’t change easily. Once he’s married, he’s settled. He won’t mess around and won’t wrong the bride."

He sighed again, "Sister, you don’t have much time left."

Song Jia felt it was absurd. How did it become her desperately clinging to Chen Ming?

Clearly, it was just... clearly...

But in the end, she couldn’t convince herself. She indeed asked him to keep her company, but he refused and even mentioned going on a date.

She’d never like such an obtuse fool.

Zhou Yunchen read her expression and could roughly guess, smiling without pressing further.

Just as he was about to leave, Shen Congwen came in, clutching his phone, with a tense voice, "Chen Ming was in a car accident on the road."