I Want To Move In Next Door
Chapter 1089 - 1087: 59 Blind Dates, 59 Failures (1)

Chapter 1089: Chapter 1087: 59 Blind Dates, 59 Failures (1)

Blind date?

Han Yixiao blinked, opened her mouth, but no sound came out. However, her fingertips holding onto her phone involuntarily increased their grip.

Zhang Cheng’s mother, seeing Zhang Cheng not immediately responding to her, couldn’t help but urge, "Did you hear me?"

Zhang Cheng quickly responded: "I heard you."

Zhang Cheng’s mother: "Look at that attitude. Let me tell you, by the end of this year, you must get engaged. It doesn’t matter whether it’s a girlfriend or a boyfriend; you must bring someone home. Otherwise, I am not going to live on..."

Zhang Cheng, hearing these words from his mother again, couldn’t help but press on his temples with a headache. He indeed wanted to bring someone home, but alas, there was no suitable one!

Grandma Han was amused by Zhang Cheng’s mother’s words: "What are you talking about? A boyfriend?"

Zhang Cheng’s mother didn’t care about her son’s face at all: "Grandma, I must say, I really suspect that my Chengcheng might like men... I’ve set him up with fifty-nine blind dates, all of them unsuccessful. Not a single mutual attraction... At first, I didn’t think too much about it, but last time when I was playing mahjong, a fellow player mentioned that Chengcheng might have that kind of preference for men... I was so suffocated that I couldn’t sleep well for a whole month. What should we do about this... But now I’ve come to terms with it, as long as Chengcheng is happy, whether it’s a man or a woman, I accept it..."

Zhang Te, the assistant, looked up at the upper floor, on the verge of tears.

The instigator, Han Jingnian, was enjoying the best night of his life—the wedding night—while he... a man as straight as they come, has been declared by his own mother to like men!

If liking men is the case, so be it, but to be publicly talked about by his own mother as if it’s everyday family gossip... What the hell is going on!

The women’s chatter continued.

The silent Han Yixiao, being easily ignorable, didn’t attract anyone’s attention. No one noticed that her smile had faded, nor did she turn to glance at Zhang Cheng frequently as before.

She lowered her head, heavy with thoughts, incessantly picking at her phone with her fingernails, breaking the leather case into piece by piece.

Around ten o’clock, the casual conversation finally wrapped up.

As Han Yixiao saw Zhang Cheng and his mother getting ready to leave, she quietly reached out, tugged at Grandma Han’s sleeve, and then showed the screen of her phone to Grandma Han with a message she had typed up earlier: "Grandma, I just remembered, I haven’t done my homework yet. It’s in the dorm; I have to go back to the school."

Grandma Han’s initial reaction was to scold Han Yixiao, but as the words reached her lips, remembering Han Yixiao’s situation, she forced herself to soften her tone: "Xiaoxiao, you haven’t done your homework? Why didn’t you say so earlier? The driver has already gone home..."

Zhang Cheng’s mother: "What’s the matter? Grandma?"

"Xiaoxiao’s homework isn’t done, she needs to go back to school now..." As Grandma Han spoke, she turned toward Zhang’s mother, "Could you call the driver and have him come to pick up the young miss, to take her to school..."

"There’s no need for such trouble, isn’t Chengcheng here? Just let him drop off the young miss on his way..." Zhang Cheng’s mother said, glancing at Zhang Cheng.

Zhang Cheng immediately put away his phone, stood up, and politely said to Grandma Han, "Yes, Grandma, I’ll take the young miss to school."

And like that, Han Yixiao’s wishful calculation for the entire day, was successful.