Chapter 9: The Matchmaker Comes to Argue

Six dishes and a soup—all simple home-style fare—yet in Lu Siting’s hands, they gave off an especially delicious aroma.

Shen Juan felt a little embarrassed and said: “Look at this—Xiao Lu’s first time visiting us, and we made him cook a whole table of food.”

Lu Siting replied: “It’s no trouble, Auntie. I was just casually making something. If I get the chance next time, I’d love to try your cooking.”

“Oh yes, yes, of course!”

Shen Juan couldn’t have been more pleased. She quickly added: “Come, sit down, everyone sit. We’re all family here, no need to be polite! Let’s eat.”

Bai Yaotian nodded silently to himself, finding this son-in-law more and more to his liking.

He had originally planned to drink a little with Lu Siting, but since Lu Siting still had to drive, he politely declined.

A son-in-law who had a car?

Bai Yaotian was even more satisfied.

Halfway through the meal, footsteps echoed from the stairwell, thump thump thump, finally stopping at their door.

The next second, their not-quite-shut front door was pushed open. A furious woman stormed in and began shouting: “Shen Juan! What the hell is wrong with you people?!”

“We’re all neighbors here—is it really necessary to mess people around like this? Didn’t you all agree to a blind date yesterday? What, suddenly backing out now?”

Hongmei was a well-known matchmaker in the neighborhood. She had introduced many young people to each other. Plump and round-faced, her cheeks were flushed red with anger.

She looked at the hearty dinner in front of the family, and thinking of how she’d just been cursed out earlier because of them, she was fuming. She yelled: “You people really have no conscience! Even if you suddenly didn’t want to go, couldn’t you at least give me a heads-up? I didn’t know, the guy didn’t know, and you left that poor young man waiting at the restaurant for hours. Who does that?!”

Everyone at the table froze for a moment.

Lu Siting looked at the unfamiliar woman, and a bad feeling stirred in his heart.

Bai Wei, now understanding the situation, initially thought Aunt Hongmei had made a mistake. She stood up and said: “Aunt Hongmei, you must be mistaken. I did go on a blind date today—and I even registered our marriage with my date.”

M-Marriage registration?

Then why had that guy still come to complain about being stood up?

Hongmei was stunned on the spot.

Bai Wei tilted her chin toward Lu Siting, signaling her to look over.

Following Bai Wei’s direction, Hongmei saw a tall, handsome man.

She had been so angry earlier, she hadn’t even noticed there was a new, good-looking young man in Shen Juan’s home.

With suspicion, Hongmei asked: “Who’s this young man? He’s quite handsome. Does he have a girlfriend?”

Bai Wei suddenly felt a headache coming on. She thought back to the two men she saw at the restaurant earlier, and a creeping realization dawned on her.

Most likely, the man who was about 1.75 meters tall and wearing black was actually the one Aunt Hongmei had arranged for her.

But based on the information she’d been given, that man’s details hadn’t matched up, which was why Bai Wei had assumed her blind date was the one whose traits matched perfectly—Lu Siting.

Otherwise, there’s no way Hongmei wouldn’t know who Lu Siting was.

Bai Wei felt conflicted. What now? She had already registered her marriage with Lu Siting—and she was quite satisfied with him, too.

Lu Siting was also puzzled and, from their conversation, realized the entire situation was a mix-up.

“Bai Wei, my matchmaker wasn’t this lady.” Lu Siting said calmly under everyone’s watchful gaze.