If You Could Hear My Heart-Chapter 1378: A Perfect Match with His Family’s Xiao Mo

Chapter 1378: Chapter 1378: A Perfect Match with His Family’s Xiao Mo

"Hello," the woman said with a smile, greeting Xiao Mo and his family.

Xiao Mo nodded in acknowledgment, and Xiao’s father said with a laugh, "Wenwen is getting more and more beautiful."

"Uncle, you flatter me," the woman said with a smile.

Zhao’s father quickly said, "Let me introduce you, this is your Uncle Xiao, whom I’ve mentioned often before, this is your Aunt Xiao, and this is Xiao Mo, five years older than you."

Xiao’s father also said to Xiao Mo, "This is Zhao Uncle’s daughter, Zhao Xiwen, she’s younger than you. Take good care of her."

"Just call me Wenwen," Zhao Xiwen said with a grin.

"Hello," Xiao Mo merely nodded slightly.

His father’s intentions were quite clear, and today happened to be Sunday. He had specifically come to C City to arrange a blind date for him.

"Come on, Xiaowen, pour some tea for the guests," Zhao’s father said.

"Okay," Zhao Xiwen nodded, stood up, and poured tea for each member of the Xiao Family.

There was a faint scent of roses on her, which became even more prominent as she approached Xiao Mo.

Xiao Mo maintained a light smile, as if entertaining a client, without any particular feeling in his heart.

"Uncle Xiao, Aunt Xiao, Brother Xiao Mo, please enjoy the tea. It’s what my dad ordered, I’m not sure if you like it," Zhao Xiwen said with a smile.

Xiao’s father kept praising, "Old Zhao knows I like this tea. Old Zhao, your daughter is really sensible."

"You’re too kind, she just got back from abroad, and I reckon she’s still not quite accustomed to being back home," said Zhao’s father.

"I hear Wenwen studied finance, and our Xiao Mo happens to know a bit about that. You two should chat when you have the chance."

"Old Xiao, you are too modest. I’ve done business with your son before. He does know a bit—his skills, his eloquence—I’m no match for him, been skinned a few layers by him. Xiao Mo, leave some profit for your uncle next time," Zhao’s father joked.

"Uncle Zhao, you flatter me. Your expertise and connections are beyond my match," Xiao Mo said with a laugh.

"Right, Xiaowen, didn’t you say last time you had some questions you didn’t understand? Get Xiao Mo’s phone number and ask for advice when you have time. Don’t mull over it alone," Zhao’s father said.

"Sure, Brother Xiao Mo, can we exchange phone numbers?" Zhao Xiwen asked with a demure and polite smile, looking very well-mannered, "I’ve just returned to the country, there’s a lot I don’t understand, only if you don’t find me bothersome."

"No, not at all," Xiao Mo replied politely, giving her his phone number.

Xiao’s father was very happy, obviously very satisfied with Zhao Xiwen. The girl looked pretty, quiet, polite, and gentle, a good match for his son Xiao Mo.

They spent a long time drinking tea in the teahouse, chatting happily, mostly Xiao’s father and Zhao’s father catching up with each other.

Sometimes Zhao Xiwen would ask Xiao Mo some professional questions, and also inquired about where to find good food in C City. She said she had gone to study in Mexico after junior high and hadn’t been back for many years. C City had changed a lot.

Xiao Mo answered her courteously, and Zhao Xiwen and Xiao Mo got along quite well.

Zhao Xiwen did have a good impression of Xiao Mo. There weren’t many men as calm, cool, mature, and capable as him.

After finishing the tea, Xiao’s father said, "Old Zhao, didn’t you say you were going to play a few rounds of mahjong with me?"

"I remember, I remember," Zhao’s father replied, "but first I have to take Xiaowen home. She’s not very familiar with C City anymore."

"If you’re comfortable with it, let my son drive her home," Xiao’s father suggested, patting his shoulder.

"That would be great, I’m definitely at ease with Xiao Mo."

"Dad..." Zhao Xiwen tugged at Zhao’s father’s hand, looking a bit shy.

"Let Xiao Mo give you a ride back. But I think you young people will probably get along well. If you’re not in a hurry, you could find a place to sit and chat," said Xiao’s father. "Xiao Mo, take good care of Xiaowen."

"Hmm, I got it," Xiao Mo nodded.

"Then I’ll leave Xiaowen in your care, Xiao Mo. I’m going to play mahjong with Old Xiao," said another.

"Alright," Xiao Mo responded.

Zhao Xiwen quite liked Xiao Mo, but from start to finish, he only maintained appropriate manners and gentlemanly decorum.

Soon, Xiao’s father, Zhao’s father, and Xiao’s mother left the tea house, and it was Xiao Mo’s responsibility to take Zhao Xiwen back.

After getting into the car, Zhao Xiwen said, "There’s a new bookstore nearby that I passed by on the way here. I think it’s nice. Let’s go take a look. I need to buy a few books."

"Sure," Xiao Mo nodded again.

This bookstore had a fresh new decoration, its style more Western, with a warming tone to the lighting. Being there felt very cozy.

Today was Sunday, and the place was quite crowded. Plus, with the bookstore running a promotion, there were many people at the entrance.

Inside the bookstore, various kinds of flowers could be seen everywhere—lilies, baby’s breath, and Miniature Orchids...

Zhao Xiwen made her way to her favorite book section, nonchalantly picking up a book. Zhao Xiwen was naturally serene, standing among the books, she looked even more like an embodiment of literary grace, quiet and beautiful.

Xiao Mo also casually picked up a book and stood beside her.

No matter what, even though he knew his father was deliberately matchmaking him with Zhao Xiwen, he didn’t have much of a feeling for her and was merely fulfilling the obligation to accompany her.

Sometimes he would recall the person he once had a crush on, but due to the difference in their social status, he was gradually forgetting her.

Zhao Xiwen was looking at economics books and would sometimes ask Xiao Mo in a whisper about things she didn’t understand.

As Xiao Mo explained to her, she watched him with admiration. In her eyes, Xiao Mo was elegant and a perfect gentleman; even when discussing professional knowledge, he was competent, unlike any other man she had met before.

Gradually, Zhao Xiwen found herself attracted to Xiao Mo, feeling something special when she was with him.

The weather was clear and a gentle breeze was blowing.

Xia Chuqing hadn’t expected to see Xiao Mo at the bookstore after returning from Baima Lake.

All the way there she had been absent-minded, forgetting to swipe her card on the bus, crossing the pedestrian lane before the green light came on, and several times finding herself wandering into the middle of the road.

She knew there was a new bookstore here and liked reading books. She thought that after entering the bookstore, she could settle her thoughts a bit, but she didn’t expect...

The moment she saw Xiao Mo, her first instinct was to hide.

Luckily it was particularly crowded in the bookstore today, and she managed to hide within the crowds, unnoticed by Xiao Mo.

When she looked up again, she saw a gentle and quiet woman by Xiao Mo’s side.

Unlike the beautiful girls she usually saw him with, this woman had a unique aura of scholarly charm, she was peaceful and beautiful.

He hadn’t gone to Baima Lake, most likely because he was accompanying this lady.

In such a large C City, she never expected to encounter him right here.

They seemed to always meet unexpectedly like this, filled with countless coincidences, yet she didn’t feel the slightest bit thrilled.

Her heart was filled with sorrow, the slight calmness she had just regained now giving way to a turbulent wave of bitterness, spreading from her throat, as if even the tip of her tongue was filled with a bitterness surpassing that of coffee.

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