The Arranged Marriage

"Hello Lanchu, I am Anzhi's mother. You can call me Auntie Chen."

"Hi, Auntie." Feng Lanchu greeted the woman obediently.

Mrs. Jiang was a good-looking woman. She was dignified and had a gentle nature. You could tell at a single glance she was a highly educated woman. Mr. Jiang was a handsome man. He looked very learned and refined and was also obviously a highly educated man. As the two were dressed nicely and spoke and acted in a refined manner, one could tell that they came from a wealthy family.

No wonder Mdm. Liang had called her a thousand and ten times to get her to return from Africa. The family background of her blind date alone could score him, several women, if they were to put an advertisement up for him in the marriage market at the public garden.

Feng Lanchu smiled slightly and secretly glanced at the man. She was shocked by how the man looked.

Even though she cared little for physical appearance, she had to say that the man in front of her was handsome indeed!

His eyes were like stars, and his features were exquisite. His eyes were like ink pools that had starlight scattered through them. There was a faint and polite smile on his thin lips. He looked like an adoring boyfriend.

His outward appearance was as exquisite as a man in a manga. And deep down inside, from his bones and his soul, he emanated a gentleness that was unique to men... His looks alone were already ten thousand times better than any of her previous blind dates.

...He was out of her league. Feng Lanchu muttered to herself.

The parents of the two young people watched as their children looked at each other. They realized that this could be a potential match.

Mrs. Jiang said, "I heard Lanchu is a professor at Huaixiang University. She must be really outstanding to become a professor at such a young age."

Mrs. Feng replied, "Oh no. Our Lanchu cannot compare to your son, Anzhi. The only thing good about her is that she is not that busy at work and has enough time to take care of her children. That's all."

Mrs. Jiang, "That's great. Anzhi is too busy, so he cannot help out much at home."

Mrs. Feng, "Then the two of them can make up for each other's shortcomings."

Feng Lanchu looked at her mother in shock. Was she... trying to trick the other party into marriage?

She was often in the savannahs of Africa. Where would she find the time to take care of her family and children?

Mrs. Jiang, "Even though my son doesn't talk much, he has a good heart, and he is very talented and good at making money."

Mrs. Feng, "It is normal for men not to be good at talking. Look at how handsome he is. He looks so much like that celebrity. What's his name again? I think they even share the same name."

Feng Lanchu turned to size up Jiang Anzhi again when she heard that. He did look a little familiar.

A light flashed in Mrs. Jiang's eyes when she heard that. She laughed awkwardly, "Heh heh, then this is settled. Let's pick a date and hold the wedding ceremony."

Mrs. Feng, "I agree."

The two dads, who did not have any say, looked at each other. They picked up their wine glasses by tacit agreement and made small talk.

Feng Lanchu looked at the two women in shock. Wasn't this progressing too quickly? Shouldn't the usual procedure by adding each other on social media and getting to know each other?

Knowing that her father would not be of any help, she hurriedly turned to look at Jiang Anzhi, hoping to find support from him.

However, Jiang Aizhi only smiled faintly at Feng Lanchu when he caught her eyes.

What did he mean by smiling? Feng Lanchu was confused.

The handsome man across her suddenly moved. He pushed a mobile phone to her with his long and slender fingers. His pale fingertips made her feel self-conscious about her own.

"Can I add you on WeChat?" A pleasant and deep voice could be heard from across the table.

Feng Lanchu picked up the mobile phone subconsciously. She only came back to her senses when she saw her tanned hands, which was a stark contrast to his. Compared to his elegant fingers, hers were like bird claws. She felt like crying when she saw the contrast.

However, Jiang Anzhi was looking at her and did not notice her tanned hands. Or perhaps, one could say that he did not care about them.

Feng Lanchu hurriedly gathered her thoughts and scanned the QR code.

His WeChat ID was "Spending my remaining days on River Jiang." His display photo was of a calligraphy writing of the word, 'Quiet.' The gaudy name and profile picture made it look like he had just registered for the account...

Feng Lanchu gave the man an odd look. However, he was adding her name to his phone and did not seem to be any out of sorts at all.

Feng Lanchu secretly clicked into his "Moments" and found that it was empty.

Had he had blocked her?

Or was she right, and he had only just created the account?

This man...

Feng Lanchu seemed to understand why she had a chance with this man even though he seemed to be picture perfect.

There must be something wrong with him, or he had been forced into this like her.

Judging by how things had gone, she just had to do the bare minimum required of her.