Chapter 6: You Attend Your Matchmaking, I Face My Exam

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When Mengxia Shen focused her gaze, she was stunned into dumbfounded silence. Fu Yancheng stood by the bedside, half undressed, revealing a strong, well-defined chest and sculpted abs. He clearly hadn’t expected anyone to barge in so recklessly and looked equally shocked as he stared at Mengxia by the doorway.

For a moment, the entire room fell into a heavy silence, broken only by the rapid pounding of Mengxia’s nervous heart. Blushing, she covered her face with both hands and shouted, “Big brother, if you’re getting married, would you marry me?” Before she could finish the last word, she turned and fled.

Fu Yancheng was taken aback; he never imagined Mengxia would suddenly say something so bold. But he quickly regained his composure, raised an eyebrow, and called out loudly in the direction she had gone, “Xia Xia, what do you mean by that?”

Suddenly, Ye Huaiting appeared at the top of the stairs, his eyes wide with fury, veins bulging on his forehead. Without warning, he seized Mengxia roughly and yanked her toward him with great force.

Startled, Mengxia stumbled and almost fell to the floor.

“What madness are you up to again, woman!” Ye Huaiting roared, his voice deafening as if it might tear the roof off. His glare burned fiercely as he stared into her eyes. “You want to marry big brother? What a joke!”

“I’m not joking, mind your own business!” Mengxia shouted, jerking her head free from Ye’s grip.

“Enough of this quarrel! Grandpa needs rest,” Big Brother Fu Yancheng’s voice finally cut through the tension, bringing the argument to an abrupt end.

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The headhunting agency was efficient and soon sent over the profiles. Mengxia, who insisted on the best for everything she bought or used, unsurprisingly selected only men over six feet tall—handsome, skilled, and excellent drivers.

For her safety, she decided to hold the interviews right in the villa, choosing the garden as the venue.

From dusk until nine o’clock at night, a dozen or so handsome men arrived one after another for the interviews. Though each had his merits, something seemed missing, leaving Mengxia feeling weary as she rubbed her temples, irritation bubbling inside.

At that moment, Ye Huaiting stormed over, his face flushed with anger. Without warning, he pulled Mengxia close and pressed a fierce kiss to her lips.

His kiss was domineering and intense; Mengxia was terrified—this was her first kiss! The taste of alcohol filled her mouth as Ye Huaiting’s tongue greedily sought hers. Her mind went blank, her body weak and powerless; she felt as if she were suffocating.

The handsome men waiting nearby looked on in stunned silence.

She had forgotten to resist, and Ye Huaiting only grew more reckless and greedy, savoring the sweetness of her lips. Just as she was about to lose herself completely, clarity returned, and she was overwhelmed with shame and humiliation. No matter how hard she tried, she could not push him away, tears streaming down her face.

Suddenly, swiftly and with great strength, a large hand pulled Mengxia out of Ye’s grasp and shielded her behind its owner.

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“Can’t you see she’s already crying?”—it was one of the handsome men who had just finished the interview.

“Who are you? Mind your own business. Get lost!” Ye Huaiting snarled with contempt at the man.

Then he turned to Mengxia and said, “Are you really this desperate? Hearing that big brother and I are settling down, and you’re already so eager to find a man?”

The handsome man was about to speak, but Mengxia waved him off.

“Yes, I’m desperate. So what? What’s it to you? Who do you think you are to me?” she said, then whispered to the man, “Come start work tomorrow morning.”

“Too dirty, got bitten by a dog. I need to brush my teeth,” he said, walking away without looking back, leaving Ye Huaiting’s face drained of color in fury.

Ye Huaiting raised his fist to strike the man, but the man grabbed Ye’s wrist mid-air and explained, “I’m just here to interview for Miss Shen’s driver position.”

A driver? An interview for that? Crazy woman! Even now, Ye Huaiting hadn’t realized that he actually liked Mengxia.

Back in her room, Mengxia dashed to the bathroom to brush her teeth, fury mounting with every scrub. She thought, “Fu Yancheng, you! I’m interviewing handsome men, and the one who gets mad and comes looking for me is Ye Huaiting. What pretense are you putting on?”

“You’ve cost me my first kiss. If I hadn’t had memories from my past life, who would believe that you, Fu Yancheng, actually like me!”