Chapter 3

Chapter 3

At the coastal villa, when my parents saw me getting out of Dylan Ye's car, their slanted eyes crinkled into half-moons from smiling so wide.

This was the first time I had brought a man home—or more precisely, been forced to bring a man home.

I had no idea how he had found out my address; he had just driven straight here.

Dylan Ye smiled as he answered my parents' questions about his family background and education. Needless to say, my dad— that old fox—must have already found out all the details about him.

Dylan was gentle, refined, humble, polite, good-looking, wealthy, and from a family of similar social status. In fact, it could be said that I was the one who was out of his league. Anyway, the more they looked at Dylan Ye, the more they liked him.

They even outright said that this was the most satisfying thing I had done in my more than twenty years of life.

"Dylan, it's really my daughter's good fortune that you've taken a liking to her," my mom said, holding his hand with overwhelming enthusiasm, completely ignoring the fact that my face had turned as dark as the bottom of a pot.

"Not at all," Dylan Ye said, a smile playing on his lips. He glanced at me subtly and added, "Jenny Jiang is just as beautiful as you were when you were young, Mrs. Jiang. Being able to marry her is my good fortune. And of course, you're even more charming now than you were back then."

These words made my mom beam with joy. As for my dad, although he didn't say much, he kept pushing dishes toward Dylan Ye. It was obvious that he was very satisfied with his prospective son-in-law.

I, on the other hand, felt like sitting on pins and needles. I secretly tried to pull my hand out of his grasp.

In the evening, after I insisted strongly, I managed to talk my parents out of asking Dylan Ye to stay overnight at our house.

At the door, I sincerely thanked him for helping me out of that awkward situation. But when it came to marriage—deciding it after just one meeting— that was way too impulsive.

The night breeze blew by, lifting a strand of my hair. He gently tucked it behind my ear before speaking softly, "How do you know I haven't thought this through carefully? Besides, who said we've only met once?"

His eyes were filled with smiles, shining brightly under the glow of the streetlights.

I was confused. After returning home, I thought about it for a long time. I searched my memory repeatedly, but there was no trace of him. I was certain of that.