Matchmaking?
Even if Ye Ziyu appeared, he wouldn't use matchmaking to find his future partner. Moreover, he detested these rich young ladies, unable to stand their pampered and arrogant demeanor.
After hanging up the phone, Gu Xiuyu deleted the email sent by his mother with one click.
On the other side, his mother had been checking her email, waiting for the small red dot next to the file to disappear.
There was nothing that couldn't be spread in the business circles. Within an hour, the news of Mother Gu arranging a matchmaking session for Gu Xiuyu had already spread. Some small businesses, wanting to latch onto the Gu family's influence, personally delivered their eligible daughters to their doorstep.
Those who didn't have daughters, or whose daughters were still young, watched with envious eyes.
Di Mingjue, who never liked looking at his phone, chuckled while holding his mobile. Ye Ziyu, filled with curiosity, came up behind him. Peeking through the narrow gap, she stealthily caught a glimpse of his screen.
Gu Xiuyu was going on a blind date?
Ye Ziyu's hand, which was suspended in mid-air, landed excitedly on Di Mingjue's shoulder.
Di Mingjue turned the phone screen to face her completely.
With no obstruction, she could clearly see everything.
She never expected that someone who seemed so principled would summon all eligible young women in the Four Nine City for a matchmaking event.
"What? Are you disappointed that the man pursuing you is suddenly going to get married through matchmaking?" Di Mingjue said teasingly.
Ye Ziyu glared at him and moved away from behind him. She didn't like Gu Xiuyu at all; what did his marriage have to do with her!
Like a shadow, Di Mingjue followed Ye Ziyu. "I was just joking!"
Ye Ziyu entered the bathroom and shut the door with a bang.
Di Mingjue, a step too late, nearly hit his nose. He felt the buzzing sound in his ears and took a step back.
He deserved a slap!
Di Mingjue patted his lips against the door, which could serve as a mirror. Learning that Gu Xiuyu was going on a blind date and thinking that he would no longer have time to pester Ye Ziyu, he became so happy that he spoke without thinking.
He had managed to anger her again!
Waiting at the door for a long time, he heard the sound of water stop inside. Di Mingjue immediately stood at the door with a pleasant expression.
"I'll dry your hair."
Ye Ziyu, covering her hair with a towel, brushed past him indifferently.
"If you don't dry it, your head will hurt later." Di Mingjue quickly took a hairdryer from the bathroom and trotted after Ye Ziyu to the dressing table.
He plugged it in and felt the warmth of the airflow with his hand before directing it towards Ye Ziyu's hair.
Ye Ziyu blocked his hand with hers and turned to snatch the towel back from Di Mingjue.
Seeing that she wasn't going to pay him any attention, Di Mingjue decided to go all out.
"Drying hair is a manual labor, so of course I should do it. Your hands should be applying skincare products; don't touch this cold hair." As Di Mingjue spoke, he took the towel off her head. Fearing she would snatch it back, he stepped back, placing it where Ye Ziyu couldn't reach.
Her hair was part of her body; no matter how cold it was, he had no reason to dislike it!
Facing Di Mingjue's blatant pestering, Ye Ziyu couldn't be bothered to haggle with him. She no longer pushed him away, allowing Di Mingjue's hands to weave through her hair.
The hair dried after a while. Di Mingjue, afraid that the opportunity to touch Ye Ziyu would be gone once he removed the hairdryer, selfishly turned the heat down and deliberately prolonged the process.
After finishing applying the skincare products on her face, Ye Ziyu specifically glanced at Di Mingjue in the mirror.
"How much longer?"
"Are you sleepy?"
Ye Ziyu nodded.
Di Mingjue increased the temperature and sped up the motion of his hands through her hair.
Ye Ziyu raised her hand to touch her hair and got up from the dressing table. She walked to the bed and was about to lie down when she noticed Di Mingjue standing by the dressing table, showing no intention of coming over.