“Oh my, just back for a day and already accumulated so many.” Geng Zhongyi quickly browsed through them; each sheet was almost identical, all written and then crossed out.
“Truly remarkable.” He took out the clearest sheet and examined it. That guy had actually divided his confession and subsequent matters into over a hundred projects, with sub-items within each project.
“Hahaha… cough cough cough!”
“He’s really defeated me. If you want aged vinegar, go to the City of Taste, and that game software…” Geng Zhongyi took several deep breaths, calming his emotions.
Feng Shaohao’s approach was indeed as expected. In pursuit of perfection, he wasted so much time just drafting a plan. By the time he comes up with the perfect confession, the beauty would likely have grown cold and distant, let alone have a future together.
“Ah! Being designated as a rare high-age virgin is something else.”
The phone suddenly rang. The caller was Lin Chengjun, worried about his daughter’s love life. “Zhongyi, two months have passed. The hotel inspection work is about to end. Qianchu has no reason to stay by his side.”
“I understand your concerns. Don’t worry, I’m just waiting for them to return to Taiwan.” Feeling thirsty, Geng Zhongyi took a beer from the refrigerator.
“Do you have a good way to help them improve their relationship?” Lin Chengjun was terrified they might remain stagnant forever.
“Yes, I guarantee Shaohao will actively propose soon.” Geng Zhongyi’s eyes revealed a mischievous intent, his tone full of confidence.
“That’s wonderful.” Lin Chengjun sighed in relief. After the parents had met, he was increasingly fond of this marriage and couldn’t wait to have his daughter married.
“You just need to wait for Qianchu to come home.”
“What do you mean?”
“Haha, don’t be anxious, let me explain…”
After ending the call, Geng Zhongyi drank his beer. Relaxed, he picked up the phone and dialed Feng Shaohao, dropping the first bombshell, “Shaohao, I’m getting married.”
“Congratulations.” Feng Shaohao was genuinely happy for his friend.
“The bride is Lin Chengjun’s eldest daughter, named Lin Qianchu. Hey! I noticed something interesting – isn’t the woman who was reported with you last time also named Lin Qianchu?” To ensure clarity, Geng Zhongyi deliberately emphasized the point.
Upon hearing this, Feng Shaohao’s heart twisted painfully. “When did you two meet?”
