After a blind date, a wealthy heir asked me to marry him.

Tainan Airport Terminal 1, International Arrivals Exit.

He Ze, dressed in a suit and tie, was speaking fluent Italian with his client.

Meanwhile, his eyes kept scanning the passing vehicles.

He was waiting for a black minivan, a company vehicle used to pick up important clients.

The same car that brought him to the airport. After arriving at the airport, the driver drove the car to the parking lot to wait, while he went into the terminal to greet the client.

About two minutes later, the black van finally came into his view.

He Zewang said to the customer in Italian, "Thank you for your patience. Your car has arrived."

As he spoke, he waved to the black van that was driving in the opposite direction.

Soon, the car stopped in front of them.

As He Ze led his clients over, he saw the driver get out of the car and walk towards him with a slightly flustered expression.

He sensed something was amiss, but outwardly remained calm and composed.

The driver walked up to him and whispered, "Mr. He, the car door has been scratched."

As she spoke, she handed over a tissue with Tang Yiran's name and phone number written on it.

"The car door was scratched?" A hint of surprise flashed in He Ze's eyes.

When large companies collaborate, they pay the most attention to details, especially with this client in front of him, who is notoriously meticulous and difficult to deal with.

Receiving him a car with scratches was essentially a direct declaration that the cooperation between the two parties could come to an end.

He glanced at the tissue in his hand, then casually stuffed it into his pants pocket.

The whole thing took no more than three seconds before he regained his composure.

However, although he maintained a calm and composed demeanor, his mind was racing.

He gestured for the driver to take the luggage into the car, and then gentlemanly guided the customer toward the car door.

It happened to be the side that was scratched.

He Ze immediately noticed the long, conspicuous scratch, which looked like a dragon's claw, baring its teeth and showing off to him.

To be precise, anyone who isn't blind can see it at a glance, including customers.

The client's expression changed instantly, and he looked at He Ze with eyes full of doubt, the meaning clear: "Is this your attitude of sincere cooperation?"

He Ze's expression remained unchanged, his tone a mix of humor and surprise. He said in Italian, "Oh, how amazing! It wasn't here when I first arrived. Could it have deliberately gotten itself bruised to welcome you?"

"Wounded?" the customer asked.

Upon learning that it was a fresh shave, the customer didn't turn around and leave, but instead patiently asked a question.

"Yes, in China, being bruised is considered a good omen, signifying good fortune and a thriving business. It also symbolizes our determination to work hard for the success of this cooperation, and that we will never back down even if it comes at a cost!"

The client, who already had a strong interest in Chinese culture, immediately became interested upon hearing this. He asked in broken Chinese, a classic example of a foreigner's repertoire, "So, what other stories or allusions are associated with getting injured in China?"

He Ze nodded, gentlemanly opened the car door, and while guiding the customer to get in, said, "Please get in first, and I'll explain to you in detail. The story of 'being bruised and battered' comes from a famous ancient Chinese novel..."

Throughout the journey, the client listened with rapt attention, and importantly, He Ze's storytelling was also incredibly engaging.

The driver in the front seat breathed a sigh of relief, seeing that the customer had been completely calmed down.

If his negligence causes this cooperation to fall through, then his only fate will be to pack his bags and leave.

Now that the crisis has been resolved, He Ze has successfully brought clients into Fu Cheng's president's office.

The subsequent negotiations between the two parties went very smoothly.

He Ze only truly relaxed after Fu Cheng and He Ze personally escorted the client to the presidential suite of the Nancheng Hotel.

At the hotel entrance, He Ze loosened his tie and let out a long sigh of relief.

Seeing this, Fu Cheng patted him on the shoulder and said, "You've worked hard. You'll definitely be the biggest contributor at the celebration banquet later."

He Ze slowly turned his head to look at his friend, and said with relief, "If I hadn't made thorough preparations this time, let alone a victory celebration, I probably wouldn't have been able to bring him back..."

Fortunately, he had done his homework beforehand, thoroughly understood the client, and knew that he had a strong interest in Chinese culture, which gave him the opportunity to turn the situation around.

Upon hearing this, Fu Cheng asked, "Oh? Is there some other story behind it?"

He Ze turned back, gazing into the distance, and said with a deep, resentful voice, "That's not a story, that's an accident..."

As he spoke, he casually reached for the tissue he had stuffed into his pocket.

So he took it out and showed it to Fu Cheng, saying, "Look, it's all thanks to this guy."

After taking it out, he realized that because it was written with lipstick, the words on it were already a bit smudged, but fortunately, they could still be read accurately.

As if he had just thought of something, He Ze hurriedly turned over his trouser pockets, and sure enough, his specially made high-end suit was stained with blood-red dye.

He Ze was on the verge of tears. What kind of terrible person had he encountered? And why was this going on and on?

Fu Cheng glanced at the tissue; it was clearly a woman's contact information written on it in a hurry, along with lipstick and tissues.

He couldn't help but tease, "What? Did you have a romantic encounter along the way, which almost made you late?"

Although the name on the document was Tang Yiran, he didn't know that his wife's best friend was Tang Tang because his wife always referred to her as Tang Tang when mentioning her in front of him.

Upon hearing this, He Ze, who was already annoyed, immediately glared at his boss and said, "What do you take me for? Do you think I'm that kind of person? It was that guy who scratched our car that we use to pick up clients."

Fu Cheng said "Oh," and then replied, "Then you can just leave the rest of the repair and compensation to the company's logistics department. Why keep their contact information?"

He Ze: "..."

Heaven and earth bear witness, the sun and moon can attest to it; the situation was urgent at the time, and he just casually stuffed it in.

However, now he feels fortunate that he kept his contact information, so he won't talk about the car scratch compensation, as it's not his responsibility.

But the mental stress from the accident, and his haute couture suit, made him want to have a serious talk with her.

He Ze said angrily, "You make it sound so easy, but she almost ruined our cooperation with our client."

Fu Cheng said slowly, "I believe in your abilities."

"I'm leaving now, take care..."

After saying that, Fu Cheng got into his private car and left.

He Ze had specifically mentioned before that he would leave work immediately after settling his clients, so he didn't go back to the company with Fu Cheng.

On his way home, he kept drawing circles and cursing the woman named Tang Yiran, to the point that the real Tang Yiran from the other side of the city kept sneezing...

At the Yongningju Restaurant, on a dining table.

Tang Yiran was eating her meal in silence when suddenly her nose itched. She turned her head, covered her mouth, and sneezed several times in a row.

The aunt sitting diagonally across from her immediately said, "Yiran, listen to your mother, hurry up and find a boyfriend, otherwise look, you don't even have anyone to take care of you when you catch a cold..."

Tang Yiran smiled awkwardly, "Auntie, I just have a slightly itchy nose, I don't have a cold."

She's lost count of how many rounds of bombardment this has been since she started eating.

She ate in silence, saying she didn't have a boyfriend, and that she had become withdrawn and quiet...

She stood up to pick up some food, saying she didn't have a boyfriend and didn't even have anyone to help her pick up food...

She choked on her water and said she didn't have a boyfriend, and didn't even have anyone to pat her back...

She knew this was a mandatory task her mother had given to her aunt, but with this constant barrage of questions, she was really starting to feel overwhelmed.

Finally, her aunt even tried to introduce her to someone, saying, "Yiran, I know a young man who's really nice. Why don't you two arrange to meet?"

Tang Yiran, who had finally eaten most of her food, could no longer bear it and decisively took out her phone to call for help.

But as soon as I took out my phone, an unknown number called...