360: Match in the Making

Match in the Making

"I see. So you're President Huo's sister. Of course, of course. We are partners from now on," said President Xiang as his expression returned to its usual frigidity. 0

Zhaoyang's cheek twitched, trying her very best to inhibit the urge of slamming the hard-covered menu right onto Mo Shan's head. It took Zhaoyang forever to change for a new environment and now she was associated with the devil again just because of a few senseless words from Princess Morebucks.

She glared at Mo Shan.

"Please order for us instead, Mr. Lin. I'm not particularly good with Chinese cuisine," said Lu Zhaoyang as she passed the menu to the man. As different courses were served, apart from Mo Shan and Lin Jingzhi's socialite chatter, nothing else was heard. President Xiang was never a chatty person and Lu Zhaoyang was too annoyed to join in, even the brand of the chopsticks became interesting in her eyes as she lowered her head digging in.

"Have this." That was when a piece of prawn suddenly fell into her bowl. Zhaoyang's gaze following the retreating hand, it was Jingzhi, with a sincere smile.

"Oh, it's Lin Yazhi's brother. Well, you don't have to do this. I can take the prawn myself." She had to emphasize the identity of the person, as the memories of the "Paparazzi Movement" last year haunted her.

"It's okay. Yazhi told me that you love prawns a lot," said Lin Jingzhi as he continued peeling the prawns in his gloved hands. 

Oh my Golden City. Can't Lin Yazhi watch her mouth sometimes? She sure can tell people a lot about me! 

I should have stopped Lin Jingzhi when he ordered this prawn platter! 

"President Xiang, well, I have a request," said Mo Shan all of a sudden, "I would like to apply for leave on Zhaoyang's behalf." 

"Why?" President Xiang put down his chopstick as he surveyed Zhaoyang who was also in major confusion. Her lips partially open as she embraced the cold gaze from the president, shaking her head as her eyes turned big. 

What's going on again? Did I miss something? Must the author add something not inside my script whenever I just daze off a little? 

"Oh, it's nothing much," Mo Shan chuckled, "Madam Xue, your mother had told me, on a few occasions, that she worries about you being all alone in the City, hoping that you could get someone by your side." She passed Lin Jingzhi a glance, "For instance, Mr. Lim ain't that bad, that's why he's here tonight, to let you try mingling with him a little," she looked back at Zhaoyang and held her fist, tapping it gently like comforting a little girl to the dentist. 

The gentle words still failed to camouflage the little smirk at her lips. 

I know you are no longer in Thunderbolt but I still don't feel settled about Brother Yunting and you. The best way, from my point of view, is to get you a man so you'll marry him and MOVE ON! 

Then, Brother Yunting will forget about you and be MINE! As how it's supposed to be! 

Of course Lu Zhaoyang could tell the cheap acting skill from the Razzie-awarded actress, she snorted.

Hmph, of course I know what you're doing from the crocodile tears being shed. I'll make sure real tears smudge your makeup soon, try me! 

She forced a smile and turned her head stiffly to Lin Jingzhi, "So—I heard Mr. Lim has something towards me?" She remembered she rejected him clearly enough.

"I've always remembered you as the prettiest girl in the room. I grew fonder towards you the more I heard from Yazhi about you. No doubt, you're my type. So, perhaps we can chat a little bit more?" Said Lin Jingzhi as he put one more prawn in her bowl.

"I'm sorry. Mr. Lim isn't my type." 

Clear and concise. Please say Goodbye.

"So, what's exactly your type then?" Said Mo Shan immediately, her cheeks twitched once as she glared at her.

Excuse me, Lin Jingzhi is probably the best man you prostitute will ever get. He's the son of the mayor after all. You still have to pick the bones, do you? At this point, I seriously hope that you'll marry some puny, pale, poor man somewhere and live your drain life off the street! The stinkier the better! 

Daughter of a third-woman in a courtship, still imagining having something with your own elder brother? Psh, what a hoe. Coming from a hoe family, still a hoe. 

What rotten morality do you have to deserve actual happiness? 

"Uhh—not someone like Mr. Lim, in short."

Wait!

Zhaoyang regretted that. She should have confidently said, "I prefer a type like Huo Yunting." That would probably make Mo Shan toss her folded napkin to the floor with her little purse and make her scream while pulling her hair. 

"If that's the case—I can only hope that Miss Lu would find her own happiness in the future," said Lin Jingzhi, looking sorry for her while wounded himself.

"Same goes to you," she breathed in relief as she placed down her chopsticks, for good. She had lost appetite for the night. She wiped her lips and looked at President Xiang, "I still have work back there, President. I'll be going."

"Alright." President nodded approvingly as he said.

The moment Lu Zhaoyang exited the restaurant, cold wind was howling like a swirling storm inside. She looked out—a street of isolation and it looked like she was the queen. She shuddered and sneezed.

That was when she heard footsteps from the back.

President Xiang was there.

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