"Isn't that simple? A Jue is single now, and so are you. You've known each other since you were kids, so you know each other inside out. If you want cute kids, it's a piece of cake."
Mrs. Zhan glanced meaningfully at Gong Beibei and smiled.
Gong Beibei knew exactly what she meant. Blushing, she turned her head to glance at Zhan Bei Jue.
Zhan Bei Jue had just finished an email and was engrossed in his phone as he entered. He didn't hear his mother's words. When Gong Beibei looked over, his expression remained impassive.
Thinking her son was deliberately avoiding the topic, his mother took a couple of steps forward, snatched his phone, and scolded him, "Don't think about work after getting off. Look at you, so busy all day you have no personal time. Put down your phone. It's rare for Beibei to visit. Let's spend some quality time with her today."
Zhan Bei Jue dodged slightly, locked his phone screen, and said, "Got it."
Today's kindergarten homework was to write the numbers 6-10, and the characters for "up" and "down." It was a piece of cake for the two children. Zhan Bei Jue didn't pay attention to their homework. He ordered them to put away their school bags, and the three of them resumed their competition to assemble Transformers models.
The three of them, big and small, sat on the living room floor, heads bent in concentration. Mrs. Zhan and Gong Beibei sat on the adjacent sofa, chatting.
Gong Beibei sighed, "When we were in school, I didn't interact much with A Jue. I always thought he was arrogant and difficult to talk to. I didn't expect... he's such a good father."
Looking at the scene of domestic bliss, Mrs. Zhan was very pleased. "Yes, this child has never given me much trouble since he was little. He's excelled beyond his peers in every way. I'm very proud to have such a son. The only thing that worries me is..."
Gong Beibei blinked her big eyes and asked, "Is what?"
She pouted. "His emotional intelligence isn't high, especially in matters of romance..."
Speaking of this, Gong Beibei became curious and looked at Zhan Bei Jue. "A Jue, in all these years, haven't you met anyone suitable? I heard Father say you've been single. Could it be that once you've seen the sea, other waters are not enough, and after crossing Wu Shan, no other clouds are worthy?"
Suddenly called upon, Zhan Bei Jue paused. Jiang Nan Fang's face flashed through his mind.
It was true that he had been single for many years, but was she the sea? Nonsense!
She was just a demoness who had messed up her own physical and mental health.
If he were like other men, getting a rush of adrenaline at the sight of a beautiful woman, he would have been happy.
Zhan Bei Jue spoke the truth. "I'm not that deeply affectionate."
"Then you..."
"Haven't met anyone suitable."
Gong Beibei was secretly happy and asked indirectly, "You navigate the business world every day, meeting countless people, yet you haven't found anyone you like. Could your standards be too high? Tell me what kind of person you like. Perhaps I have friends who are suitable, and I can help set you up."
Zhan Bei Jue was not interested.
Birds of a feather flock together. He wasn't interested in Gong Beibei's personality, and he assumed her friends were all the same type. He didn't like the "silly, sweet, and innocent" type.
However, with his mother watching, a direct refusal would only lead to more nagging. So he said, "I don't have high standards for appearance. Just someone like Audrey Hepburn would suffice."
"..." Someone like Audrey Hepburn, and you call that not high standards??
"I don't have many requirements for personality either. Someone complementary to me, like Marilyn Monroe."
"..."
"For her figure... a combination of the two. Not too fat, not too thin. Curvy where she should be, perky where she should be."
What bizarre requirements were these? It was as if he were deliberately trying to be funny. Mrs. Zhan's face darkened, and she was about to scold him, but Gong Beibei laughed.
"I didn't expect A Jue to be so humorous. Alright, I understand all this. So, if you were to meet someone like that, how would you want her to interact with you?"
"She needs to be sensible, not too clingy, but not completely unaffectionate either. If I don't message her, she's not allowed to disturb me, but whenever she receives a message from me, she must appear immediately."
"... And about how often would you message her?"