Chapter 1613: Chapter 1918: Matchmaking Convention (Part 2)
"Your mom is pushing to find a partner for your sister, hasn’t she introduced anyone to you?"
Nanrong Hao didn’t expect Ling Chen to ask this, and his face reddened. He lightly coughed and said, "Mom introduced me to two people, both are nice, we’re currently in contact, whether it works out or not, that’s a future matter."
Ling Chen joked with a smile, "Your mom really cares about you guys. Seems she’s eager to have grandkids."
"Chen, don’t talk about me, think about yourself. To be honest, I didn’t expect my mom would do this. She knows the relationship between you and my sister, yet she finds someone for my sister, that’s too unfair."
"She’s your mom, how can you say that."
"Right is right, is everything she does correct just because she’s my mom? I really didn’t know about tonight’s matter, otherwise, I definitely wouldn’t have let mom do this. After all, you’re her lifesaver, how could she do such a thing."
Ling Chen shook his head and said, "Your mom hasn’t done anything wrong. She’s doing what a mother should do." Actually, he understood Jiang Yue’e’s decision and her feelings. He’s a person hard to settle down; too many things revolve around him, and he can’t just leave them all aside. As long as Nanrong Wanqing is by his side, she will always live in potential danger, who knows when it may come to her.
Therefore, Jiang Yue’e hopes Nanrong Wanqing can find an ordinary person and live a simple life. For those who have aged and experienced the ups and downs, all fame and fortune are just fleeting, bound to disappear eventually, only a peaceful life is a blessing.
It’s impossible to say that there’s no dissatisfaction at all, that would be a lie. Since Jiang Yue’e wants to introduce someone else to Nanrong Wanqing, he has no choice but to find a way to disrupt it. He wanted to see, who would dare fight for the woman he Ling Chen has his eyes on.
Soon, dinner was ready. Jiang Yue’e came out of the kitchen, took off her apron, looked at the invited youths in the living room, and said with a smile, "Everyone come over for dinner."
"Mrs. Jiang, thank you for your invitation. This is a small gift I specially prepared for you, I hope you like it." A young man presented an exquisite handbag to Jiang Yue’e.
Ling Chen glanced at the English letters on the bag, finding them familiar—it seemed to be a luxury international cosmetic, estimated to be worth tens of thousands.
Jiang Yue’e warmly smiled and said, "It’s good that you came, why bring gifts."
"Mrs. Jiang, he’s so clueless. For someone as youthful as you, cosmetics aren’t necessary. Here, I’ve brought ginseng obtained at a high price; it’s great for health."
Seeing a few youths scrambling to present their gifts, Ling Chen shrugged and followed Nanrong Hao to the table.
"Chen, this is red wine given to me by someone, all with good years. Let’s have a toast first." Nanrong Hao handed a glass of red wine to Ling Chen, and the two drank happily as if no one else existed.
Nanrong Wanqing stood by, pursing her lips with a suppressed smile. She understood Nanrong Hao’s intentions well. Jiang Yue’e glared at her son lightly and then turned to the youths, saying, "Everyone sit down."
As the elder, Jiang Yue’e naturally sat at the head of the table, with Nanrong Wanqing beside her. Initially, the seat next to her was for Nanrong Hao, but he sat with Ling Chen, acting as if everyone else at the table was invisible, enjoying drink after drink.
Jiang Yue’e pretended she saw nothing and smiled as she said, "Haven’t cooked in a while, everyone try and see if my skills have slipped."
A young man quickly picked up his chopsticks, grabbed a piece of braised pork, and put it in his mouth, swallowing it without savoring. Giving a thumbs up, he said, "Mrs. Jiang, your cooking is impeccable. This is the best braised pork I’ve ever had."
Once the young man spoke, others echoed with various compliments for Jiang Yue’e.
Then, Nanrong Hao picked up a pair of chopsticks, casually grabbed a dish to taste. After chewing for a bit, he shook his head and said, "This dish is too salty." He then tried a piece of fish, savoring it, and shook his head again, "Too fishy. Mom, don’t take offense, but your cooking needs more practice."
Nanrong Hao’s words immediately cast awkwardness over everyone’s faces. Just moments ago, they were eagerly praising Jiang Yue’e’s culinary skills. Now, with the child critiquing harshly, they were left speechless. Suddenly, the atmosphere turned cold.
Nanrong Wanqing glared at Nanrong Hao, signaling him not to overdo it lest it angers their mom.
Nanrong Hao smiled cheekily and said, "Mom, don’t get mad, I’m just joking. Chen, my mom’s cooking is really good. If you become her son-in-law, you’ll be lucky." Then suddenly, he turned to Nanrong Wanqing and asked, "Sis, when will you and Chen get your marriage certificate? I’ll help arrange the banquet."
Upon hearing this, a few young men exchanged glances with evident surprise on their faces. Marriage certificate? Banquet? What’s this about? Weren’t they here for matchmaking? Could this have been decided already?
Ling Chen glanced at the expression of Jiang Yue’e opposite him, seeing her face wasn’t looking good, he promptly said, "Haozi, stop joking." He knew Nanrong Hao intended to help him, but if it truly upset Jiang Yue’e, it would be problematic.
"Enough, stop kidding." At this point, Jiang Yue’e’s expression returned to normal, as she said, "I invited you all here today because you’re outstanding among your peers; get to know each other, be friends, and keep in touch." As she spoke, Jiang Yue’e kept her gaze on Nanrong Wanqing.
Nanrong Wanqing understood well that these words were meant for her.
"Let’s all introduce ourselves."
Jiang Yue’e spoke, and several youths chimed in, introducing themselves and their backgrounds. Without exception, they hailed from prominent families, wealthy, influential, and with immense assets at a young age, playing important roles in family enterprises.
Quickly, they finished their introductions, turning their attention to Ling Chen—the only one left who hadn’t introduced himself.
Facing the gaze of the crowd, Ling Chen put down his wine glass, glanced at the people present, and slowly said, "From your introductions, it seems everyone is from major cities."
"Does it matter to you where we come from?" one young man asked discontentedly.
Ling Chen chuckled lightly, "Not really."
Impatiently, another young man urged, "Stop talking rubbish, just say your name."
