CHAPTER 165: CHAPTER 154 DO YOU LIKE ME?_2

Mrs. Gu laughed awkwardly and then said to him, "When has Mom never cared about you? Mom hasn’t played cards in a long time. These past few days I’ve been discussing your future happiness with others." She said while taking out a stack of photos from her bag and placing them in front of Mo Ming, "Mom has already selected these for you. Let me know when you have time, and I’ll arrange a meeting."

Mo Ming’s face darkened immediately, "I don’t have time at any time."

"Stop being ridiculous! You’re almost thirty now. If you wait another two years, all the good girls will be taken!"

Mo Ming, showing no respect, turned and went upstairs.

Mrs. Gu hurriedly followed, with Gu Qimiao also slowly making her way upstairs.

They were both shut outside the bedroom door together.

Five minutes later, Mo Ming came out from inside, already changed, with car keys in hand, completely ignoring Mrs. Gu, but saying to Gu Qimiao, "Come to my shop after work!"

"Son! Son!" No matter how Mrs. Gu called out, Mo Ming didn’t look back.

Gu Qimiao was already used to it; their interaction was always like this.

After Mo Ming left, Mrs. Gu looked at Gu Qimiao with the same disdain as always, "Does he have a girlfriend?"

Gu Qimiao shook her head.

Mrs. Gu pointed to the stack of photos on the table downstairs, "Then I’ll leave this matter to you. He listens to you. The information is on the back of the photos, arrange a matchmaking for him. I want to see progress within a month."

Before Gu Qimiao could respond, Mrs. Gu went downstairs and then received a call, seemingly for a card game appointment.

Once both of them had left, Gu Qimiao leaned on the railing, looking at the photos of various beauties on the table downstairs, and sighed.

What "Mo Ming listens to her", he doesn’t listen to anyone! And progress within a month...

She scratched her head in frustration, realizing she was almost late for work, then went back to her room to change clothes.

When leaving, she gathered the photos into her bag and glanced at them randomly on the bus. All were good-looking, with respectable backgrounds, including high academic achievements or wealth. From a family background perspective, they were a good match.

There were over fifty photos in total. Gu Qimiao didn’t have time to finish looking before she arrived at Sheng Han Road.

She was late today; the staff were already working. She hurriedly squeezed into the elevator, relieved she wasn’t an official employee, or she would have her salary docked.

But thinking that her tardiness would be noticed by Shen Yanchen, she wondered if it would leave a bad impression.

On his office floor, she was feeling nervous when the receptionist suddenly called out to her, "Miss Gu, Mr. Shen wants you to go to the top floor to find him."

Gu Qimiao, puzzled, pointed upwards, "The top floor?"

"Yes, up one level through the safety passage on the side."

Feeling very anxious, Gu Qimiao pushed open the glass door. Compared to the dark stairway, the rooftop was so bright it was almost blinding.

Fortunately, the weather was good today. The sunlight wasn’t harsh, and the warm breeze made her feel comfortable.

"You’re here?" He was sitting on a wooden bench in the pavilion, looking at her.

Gu Qimiao smiled and nodded, noticing he had brought her easel up, with all her painting supplies neatly arranged on the table.

He said, "The weather is nice today. Paint here, maybe you’ll get some inspiration."

Seeing he didn’t mention her tardiness, she relaxed and leaned against the railing, enjoying the magnificent view only visible from the top floors of skyscrapers.

"What are you best at painting?" Shen Yanchen stood up and walked over to her.

Gu Qimiao herself couldn’t say, "I seem to paint everything similarly. When I see something I like, I want to draw it. Teacher Fang hasn’t classified what I’m particularly good at."

"So you’re versatile?" There was a hint of pride in his eyes as he asked, "Was it hard learning it?"

Gu Qimiao shook her head, "When you like something, it doesn’t feel hard." Then she glanced at him with anticipation, "Do you remember you bought me my first set of watercolor pens?"

Shen Yanchen raised an eyebrow, surprised she remembered. Was her desire to learn painting inspired by that box of watercolor pens? How much did she like him?

Gu Qimiao looked at him expectantly, and when he didn’t answer for a long time, she thought he had forgotten. Just as she lowered her head, feeling a bit disappointed, he inexplicably said, "You look pretty good in professional attire."

Gu Qimiao immediately felt elated, deciding then and there to buy more professional outfits and wear them all the time.

Then Shen Yanchen’s gaze fell on her chest, without a hint of [sexual] intention, as he added, "It would be better if you gained some weight."

Gu Qimiao felt embarrassed, slightly turning her body, feeling a bit uncomfortable.

If he wanted to say her chest was small, he should just say it directly instead of beating around the bush and making her happy for nothing.

Her mind instantly flashed to the image of Miss Jiang in his office that day, and she blurted out, "Do you like women like Miss Jiang?"

Shen Yanchen looked at her without changing his expression, sensing her jealousy.

"Why are you concerned about what type of woman I like? Do you like me?"

He stared at her every small expression, and she was shocked at being guessed right, then stammered to cover it up, "No... I just meant Miss Jiang... is quite chubby."

"Actually, it would be strange if you didn’t like me. Almost all the women in the company like me."

Seeing him suddenly acting unserious, Gu Qimiao felt less restrained around him, deliberately giving him a disdainful look, "You weren’t this narcissistic before."

"Do you still remember what I was like before? How old were you back then?"

"... Vaguely, anyway, not narcissistic."

Seeing her so dishonest, Shen Yanchen’s playful mood heightened, not in a hurry to expose her thoughts, "Go paint, there’s an appointment tomorrow."

"What appointment?"

"You’ll know tomorrow."