"It's what happens at the same time that's worth showing off."

——Yu Weiyue

Late afternoon in the dead of winter.

In a corner of Rongcheng, a certain teahouse.

She tucked her umbrella away, gave it to the waiter standing beside her, brushed off the snowflakes clinging to her clothes, and strode straight towards Room 5310.

Knock knock—

I politely knocked a few times and then pushed the door open.

The room was very quiet. The first thing that caught your eye was the man sitting on the sofa. With sword-like eyebrows, a high nose bridge, and a perfect face.

The air around him was oppressive, and he looked like someone to be avoided.

When Yu Wei looked at him, the man also turned his head to look at the door. Meeting his cold eyes, the child instinctively clenched the papers in his hand.

An quickly took several deep breaths.

Look up and walk over there.

Across a black English tea table, Yu Wei sat down on the sofa opposite Sheng Shi. He was very nervous, to be precise, fearful of the person across from him.

His eyes are a little glazed over.

I dare not look him in the eye.

Yu Wei spent a few seconds doing some mental preparation, then raised the corner of her mouth and handed the file in her hand to Sheng Shi with both hands, "Mr. Lin, I'm Tang Auntie's introduction, here is my information, you can take a look."

Mr. Lin?

I think I went into the wrong room.

He took a glance, and it must be said, he was quite handsome, a face that seemed blessed by heaven. However, there was something sickly about him, his courage seemed rather small.

He took the file that was handed to him.

Open.

The introduction is very detailed and spans four pages.

"Mr. Lin, I know you're here for the matchmaking because of your parents' pressure. I'm not in good health; the doctor said I wouldn't live past thirty. When you don't need me anymore, I can die earlier."

That's not a lie.

He saw a hospital diagnosis from a document in the archives.

He is indeed a sickly person.

Just then, the door to the private room was knocked on again, and the waiter walked in. He first bowed respectfully to Sheng Shi, and then said to Yu Weiyue: "Miss Yu, you've come to the wrong private room. Mr. Lin is in the next one, 5311."

Upon hearing this, Yu Weiyi's eyes flickered.

He immediately stood up and apologized to Shengshi several times. He wanted to take back his materials, but he hesitated and stopped himself, standing there awkwardly, unsure what to do.

He is really a scaredy-cat.

The world set in the heart had been evaluated.

He returned the file, and the child immediately took it back. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I might have taken medicine before going out, and my mind is a little unclear. I apologize for bothering you."

Yu Wei quickly left the private room.

He glanced at the child's flustered and anxious figure, then retracted his gaze. He called out to the waiter who was about to leave, "Do you know him?"

"Yes, Mr. Sheng. Miss Yu has been coming to our teahouse for matchmaking for about a month now. I've seen her many times and know quite a bit about her."

He was young.

He just celebrated his 20th birthday.

The waiter added, “Miss Yu’s family situation seems to be rather difficult. It appears her uncle is trying to secure a business deal by marrying her off to a disabled person. He keeps arranging blind dates because he has no other choice but to protect himself.”

A great silence followed.

Then, he left the private room.

In front of the teahouse.

Seeing the prosperous scene, Xu Zhu immediately followed, “Sir, are you leaving? But Miss Lin hasn’t arrived yet. You didn’t see Miss Li last time, and the master was very angry. If you don’t see Miss Lin this time, then—”

"Contact a person named Yu Wei only and tell him to go to the Civil Affairs Bureau tomorrow to get the marriage certificate."

“Hmmm…” Xu the assistant pondered for a moment, “Yes, sir.”

got on the bus.

Shengshi received a message from his friend, asking him how the blind date was going.

If you don't accept the arranged marriage designated by your father, just find an average-looking socialite in Rongcheng to pacify him.

"Found it."

"Damn, what's so special about a kid that could catch Brother Shi's eye at first glance!"

above average.

Shengshi thought for a moment and typed back: "Well, frail, could die sooner."

Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate! ?

At that time.

Tea House.

Gazing at the black Ghost as it drove away and disappeared from sight, Yu Yi finally retracted her gaze.

Turning his head, he slipped a stack of bills into the waiter's pocket and said warmly, "Thank you for your service."

"Miss Yu, you're too kind!"

The waiter helped Yu Yiwu hold an umbrella and escorted her out of the teahouse.

Walking into the cold wind, the child pulled his coat tighter.

The child is thin.

As night fell and snow began to fall, he gradually became a tiny speck under the streetlight.

My friend called at this time.

The phone rang, and the other person's voice boomed, "Did you see Sheng? Are you alright?"

"It's okay."

"I was so scared!" Over the phone, you could hear the other person let out a long sigh of relief.

Shengshi's reputation in the circles of Rongcheng was quite bad. It was rumored that he had a fierce temper, ruthless methods, and never let anyone off who wronged him, regardless of the situation. Even his father-in-law chose a match for him, but no one dared to marry him out of fear that they would end up dead if they did.

When Lin Xia learned that Zhi Yu wanted to marry him, he was terrified.

Far across the ocean, I almost jumped directly into the Pacific and swam back.

"The only thing I know is that you want to get rid of your uncle's family, but this method is too dangerous! Don't go messing with Shengshi, he's not a good person…"

The more dangerous, the safer.

As the head of the Sheng family, one of the five prominent families in Rong City, Sheng Shi is the current patriarch of the Sheng family, controlling the economic lifeline.

Standing on the shoulders of giants, one can accomplish twice the amount of work with half the effort.