Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Mu Jinchen received the phone call from Mu Zhilan after lunchtime. Presumably, Mu Yuhao had already reported the incident to her.
“Chen’er, I didn’t know Li Lisha would be like that. She was always ladylike, pleasant, and well-educated every time I saw her. I initially thought our families were well-matched in terms of social status. She also adores you. I thought it could work out. It’s alright if she’s not to your liking. You were abroad all these years and maybe somewhat westernized. I’m that rooted in ancient tradition. If you have other… partners, you may bring them home to meet us. I’ll handle Father on my end, as for Grandfather… You’re already in your thirties, and we just hope you’d find a nice female partner to settle down with, have children. We just want you to be happy.”
Mu Zhilan picked her words very deliberately. Presumably, that brat Mu Yuhao also included the ‘gender incompatibility’ in his report.
Mu Jinchen did not grow up with a mother; she probably passed away due to some complications when she gave birth to him. This seemed to be a taboo topic within the Mu family. No one dared to bring it up.
His father never remarried; he probably only ever loved his mother. Otherwise, he would not have stayed single throughout his prime and lived alone for thirty years.
Mu Zhilan was twenty years older than him. She was like a mother to him. It could be said that his elder sister raised him as her own child. He did not—not even once—doubt her intentions toward him. Her love for him could even equal that of her own son, if not more.
Mu Jinchen was currently in his office at Chenyu International. His position would only be announced on Monday. He was just here to familiarize himself with the environment.
He sat on his executive chair with eyes squinted in his hundred-and-eighty-degree seamless river view office with ceiling-high glass windows. His legs were elegantly crossed. Both hands were rested against his temples as he massaged them on and off. The Bluetooth earpiece in his ear flashed occasionally.
He seemed to be fond of black shirts or dark-colored clothes in that matter. His delicate face was made even more grave and compelling amidst the dark-colored background. Even if he was just sitting gracefully and calmly, he still exuded a very intense aura.
At the age of thirty-two, he believed that this was the best age for a man. He was pressured into a match-making session this soon after returning to the country, moreover with such an unreasonable prospect. Although dissatisfied, he also did not want his sister to have a guilty conscience. His clear and mellow voice was mixed with a hint of warmth. “You don’t have to worry. I’ve arranged to obtain a restraining order. She won’t be able to come within three meters of me. I don’t have a partner, and it’s also not what you think. You don’t have to worry about this anymore. You can’t force these things. If there’s someone I like, I’ll know what to do.”
Mu Zhilan could only sigh again. “For Uncle Li’s sake, could you let this restraining order thing go? Just ask Qidong to arrange for some men to be on a lookout. Chen’er, are you still thinking about Lan’er? Lan’er has been—”
“It’s nothing. You don’t have to worry about it. I’ve arranged for the restraining order. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of it.”
“Alright, alright, I won’t force you anymore. Be home for dinner tonight as I’ll have Uncle Wu make your favorite Spicy Fried Pork Tripe and Chicken Gizzards, and Sweet and Sour Carp. You’ll rarely find these dishes overseas.”
Mu Jinchen locked his brows. These were the dishes he loved during his teenage years. They have changed several times since then. However, his sister only remembered that he loved these two dishes.