Of course, Shen Xi Fan ended up being late to the dinner, carrying a large bag of herbal medicine and completely makeup-free. Her mother smacked her on the head upon seeing her.
She jumped up, protesting, “I’m a patient, okay?!”
That day at the restaurant, Shen Xi Fan thought her mom had finally come to her senses—no more raving about homemade meals, and instead inviting her out for French cuisine. But soon enough, a beaming middle-aged woman appeared.
“Why is there someone else here? Is it Dad?” Shen Xi Fan asked while washing her hands.
“Your dad had something come up at the school, so I invited an old friend instead. Her family lives nearby. Oh, and her son will be joining us in a bit,” her mother replied with an innocent smile.
What could she do?
After taking her seat, Shen Xi Fan noticed that the aunt’s son had already arrived. The young man was seated beside the aunt, loudly sneezing and clearing his throat. Shen Xi Fan frowned—she couldn’t stand people drawing attention to themselves, and to make matters worse, he looked nothing like a prince. If anything, his face was more like the white horse standing beside the prince.
“Have you been waiting long?” she asked politely.
The young man looked up, his expression shifting slightly, and she caught a hint of amazement in his eyes. Shen Xi Fan felt a flicker of smugness—Even without makeup, I, Shen Xi Fan, am still a beauty!
“Yes, and I’ll need to leave soon for a dinner party. You… so young, already here for a blind date?” he remarked with a touch of thoughtfulness, but Shen Xi Fan caught a faint trace of arrogance—or was it disdain—in his tone.
Shen Xi Fan had no interest in engaging with him. So what if he was a “diamond bachelor”? The hotel was full of his type. Silently, she picked up her knife and fork and focused on her foie gras and cheesecake.
The “white horse” seemed surprised by her elegant demeanor, and his initial impression quickly shifted to admiration. He began talking animatedly, jumping from the topic of mother-child relationships to Iran’s nuclear issues, eventually landing on the question: “So, what do you like?”
“Work,” she replied nonchalantly. “Can’t be helped. As a hotel manager, I’m committed to serving the people.”
Instead of feeling awkward, he latched onto her answer enthusiastically. “Work is good. I like work too…”
Feigning a glance at her watch, Shen Xi Fan cut him off. “Ah, I still have a shift tonight. You all enjoy.”
With that, she stood up and walked away without looking back.
Her mother was livid—she had taken quite a liking to this “white horse.” Just as she was about to call Shen Xi Fan back, the “white horse” suddenly sprang up and ran after her.
“Miss Shen!” the “white horse” called after her earnestly. “Please date me!”
Shen Xi Fan froze in shock, her face turning pale. She quickly waved her hands. “I’m sorry, but I’m not considering that right now!”
Unfazed, the “white horse” pressed on. “Miss Shen, you’re beautiful, you have a great job, and most importantly, you’re ambitious. That’s what I admire the most. Women should be financially independent—clingy, helpless types are a huge turn-off for me…”
Realizing what was happening, Shen Xi Fan nearly choked on her own frustration. Suppressing the urge to burst out laughing, she instead put on a pitiful expression. “Thank you, but… I’m sick.”
The “white horse” looked startled. “What illness? Is it serious?”
“Gynecological issues,” she replied, holding up the bag of herbal medicine. “You know how it is in the hospitality industry—it’s inevitable…”
Before she could finish her sentence, the “white horse” bolted as if on cue.
Shen Xi Fan walked a few steps, then dashed into the restroom. Making sure no one else was around, she leaned against the wall and let out an uncontrollable, hearty laugh.
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