Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 409 - 407 Arranging a Blind Date

That’s true.

Xia Tingxuan didn’t press any further, but she felt a bit embarrassed, "Jiayi, Mommy was a bit too nervous just now. Don’t think I’m trying to limit you or control you. On the contrary, Mommy really hopes you can find a good man. You’re still so young, you can’t spend your whole life just with Zaizai, can you? Before, when you were studying and Zaizai was too small, things weren’t stable. But now it’s different. Xiaobao is in kindergarten, he’s grown up a bit, and your job has stabilized. It’s time to think about your own marriage."

What does this have to do with that...

Jiayi was caught between laughter and tears, "Mommy, what are you talking about? I haven’t thought about getting married. With you and Zaizai, I could go my whole life without getting married."

Xia Tingxuan thought she was feeling insecure, "Don’t think you’re less than others just because you have a child. A true man who likes you will definitely not care about your past. Those who mind your past aren’t worth keeping. To tell you the truth, I actually started asking my colleagues from the dance class to find you suitable matches. A few who have seen your photo and understand your situation are willing to meet you. Just get to know each other for now. I’ve looked at them, and their conditions are not too bad, quite suitable for you. And they seem to be very kind-hearted—they wouldn’t mistreat Zaizai. Jiayi, why don’t you make some time and meet them one of these days?"

Jiayi couldn’t help but chuckle, "Mommy, aren’t you arranging a blind date for me? Are you so eager to get rid of me? Remember, I have a child."

Oh my, if she were a single woman of a certain age, being urged to marry would be normal.

But she’s a single mommy now, and still getting marriage pressure, which really leaves her feeling slightly tipsy.

Xia Tingxuan laughed off the absurdity, "People with children can’t go on blind dates? Even seventy-year-old widowers still look for companions through it. You’re in your early twenties. Is it so strange to go on a blind date? You can’t possibly want to spend your whole life alone. What will you do when Mommy gets old and passes away, when Zaizai grows up and gets married, when you are all alone..."

The more she spoke, the more preposterous it became.

Jiayi, seizing the moment before Mommy could go on nagging, quickly played her trump card by tilting her head towards Zaizai, who was playing with his toys, "Zaizai! How come you’ve scattered the LEGO all over the floor again, not listening? Mommy’s going to spank you now—"

As she spoke, Jiayi sprang to her feet and charged into the room, slamming the door behind her.

Xia Tingxuan knew she was deliberately changing the subject, shook her head with a helpless smile, but didn’t say anything more.

In the room, Zaizai squatted guiltlessly on the floor, looking up, "You always use your own son to escape Grandma’s nagging. Is that really okay?"

Jiayi crouched down and started building LEGO with her son, "Oh well, we’ll just go to KFC tonight, and I’ll get you an extra piece of fried chicken. Help Mommy out, will you? So stingy."

"I used to be able to help you, but this time, Grandma might not let you off so easily," Zaizai blinked, the house wasn’t big, just over sixty square meters, and he could hear Grandma and Mommy’s conversation clearly from his room.

Jiayi was startled; this little rascal was avoiding her son’s wise look, "What are you babbling about? Play with your LEGO!"

Zaizai chuckled mischievously, "If Mommy’s going to have a blind date, I want to check it out too. He has to get my approval."

Jiayi took a deep breath, realizing that both mom and Zaizai were on the same side, both eager to market her out.

She put on a pitiful look, "Do you really want Mommy to go on dates? Stepdads are very scary, aren’t you afraid he won’t be nice to you?"

"That’s why he has to pass my inspection. Am I so foolish to pick someone who isn’t nice to me as a stepfather? I obviously have my own standards."

Zaizai raised his eyebrows playfully.

Jiayi snorted, amused and annoyed at the same time, "Then, young master Chu, what are your standards?"

As Zaizai continued to build the LEGO, his eyes glittered, and he seemed to be pondering something seriously,

"Hmm... As for looks and physique, even if it’s not on the level of Godfather, at least he should be half as good. The house, even if it’s not as big as Godfather’s, should at least be big enough for us, and he should be able to provide for us. Also, he must allow me to watch American TV series and Hollywood blockbusters like Godfather does. Plus, when Mommy and I run into trouble, he should be like Godfather, like Dynamic Superman, jumping in in his underwear to save us just in time!"

Jiayi was stunned, this little meatball kept calling everyone "godfather," and had somehow set that not-so-familiar man as the standard for her future partner.

Had he forgotten how he hated that man to death just a few days ago, going as far as to scratch his car?

Had he forgotten how that man had thrown him onto the carpet, making him cry in fear?

It hadn’t been that long, yet in his eyes, that man had suddenly become so impressive!

What on earth did he give to his son?

...

The night to eat at KFC came all too quickly.

As dusk fell, Zaizai began to circle around Jiayi, meekly reminding mommy.

Jiayi said goodbye to mom and led Zaizai out the door.

They had just left the complex when she saw a familiar middle-aged woman approaching.

"Zaizai’s Mom."

Jiayi was surprised, it was Mrs. Chen.

Today, Mrs. Chen didn’t seem as arrogant as usual, even appearing a bit nervous.

She hadn’t even gone to settle the score with her yet, and now she was coming to her?

She took hold of Zaizai’s hand, furrowing her brow, "What do you want?"

Mrs. Chen, seeing the wariness and disgust on Jiayi’s face, forced a dry laugh, stepped forward, squatted down, and stuffed something into Zaizai’s arms.

Jiayi saw it clearly—it was a red envelope, and a thick one at that; she looked at Mrs. Chen, puzzled.

Mrs. Chen’s face had a forced smile: "This is the red envelope you gave me last time. I haven’t touched it; all the money is still inside. Plus the bird’s nests and other fancy supplements you sent, as they are food items, it didn’t seem right to return them. So, I converted them to their current market value in RMB and added it to the envelope. I definitely won’t let you lose out. That day at the nursery school, I really had no choice, you see, I’ve always had a good relationship with Teacher Xia, let’s not hurt our feelings. Zaizai’s Mom, please don’t be angry anymore, alright?"

Jiayi was shocked—Mrs. Chen had actually come to return money and apologize of her own accord?

That day in the nursery school restroom, she behaved like a dead pig not scared of boiling water when asked to return the money; when had she changed her attitude?

Looking at the big red envelope, which was much thicker than the one she’d given out, it seemed Mrs. Chen was really sincere about returning the money.

Mrs. Chen, seeing her disbelief, tentatively probed, "Zaizai’s Mom, have you forgiven me?"

Jiayi was mulling over it silently, saying nothing.

Mrs. Chen grew anxious, thinking she hadn’t let her anger subside yet: "Zaizai’s Mom, you’re not still angry, are you? Look, I’ve given an apology and returned the money. What else do you need to let it go? How about I add a little more money—"