Chapter 138 Blind Date

Zongheng's family has a long-standing tradition that sexual intercourse should only occur after marriage.

Zongheng's father would never accept something like this.

Zong Heng immediately knelt down, clearly terrified; this matter was quite serious.

Ignoring everything else, Mr. Wang broke down for a moment and then knelt down beside him, "Uncle, we...we...drank and had sex...no, we were mutually attracted!"

The next second, his father got even angrier: "You're in love with another man?"

Zong Heng: "...."

Although Mr. Wang was kneeling, he stood up straight: "What era are we living in? How can you still be so feudal?"

"Slap!" A slap landed on Zong Heng's face.

"You're a disgrace to our clan! I don't have a son like you!"

Mr. Wang was in a complete panic, but he understood very well that his parents had no right to interfere in matters of the heart, and that adults were responsible for their own actions.

Besides, he can't accept gender discrimination. What does it matter if someone is male or female? Relationships are all about honesty and sincerity.

He couldn't help but look up and glance at Zong Heng.

Why didn't you dodge when you were being beaten?

Regardless, I still need to take responsibility for this matter.

Just as Zongheng's father raised a wooden stick and was about to strike Zongheng's small body, Boss Wang rushed over and shielded Zongheng's back.

A stick struck Mr. Wang.

Fortunately, Mr. Wang was often kicked by donkeys at home when he was a child, so he didn't feel much pain.

"How much money do you want? Then disappear from Zong Heng's sight and never mention this matter again."

Zongheng's mother stopped his father, fearing that something might happen.

Mr. Wang looked at the person in his arms and asked, "Does it hurt? Are you hurt?"

Zong Heng: "Mind your own business."

Mr. Wang: "Damn it, don't you have a heart? I took a hit for you!"

Zong Heng: "Who asked you to take that?"

Mr. Wang stood up and looked at Zong Heng's father at eye level: "In our grasslands, cattle, sheep, pigs and dogs can mate freely, and my parents never interfere."

Zong Heng: ...

This person must have something wrong with their brain.

Before Mr. Wang could make his father even angrier, he and his mother each grabbed one of his children and separated them from the battlefield.

Because of this, Zongheng hasn't been able to go home for the past few days.

Although Zongheng's mother couldn't accept it either, she felt sorry for him and sent him a message asking him to go back to work for the next few days and wait until Zongheng's father felt better before discussing it further.

Zong Heng returned to the capital and rested for one night. His annual leave was over, and he went back to work.

After graduating, he worked at Gaode Maps. Although his parents wanted him to come home and inherit the family business, Zongheng felt that he still needed to work hard in his life, so he reached a five-year plan with his family.

Life was peaceful, without calls from Mr. Wang or my parents; time passed quickly.

That day after work, his mother called him and asked him to go to a nearby restaurant for dinner.

This is clearly a blind date.

The mother emphasized that the person was chosen by the father.

He really didn't want to go, but if he didn't go... it seemed like his dad would be even angrier.

I've never gone against my parents' wishes all these years, so I might as well go.

He arrived at the agreed location with a handsome face and dressed in sportswear.

Lately, I keep thinking about the little things from my school days with Mr. Wang, and the memories of that night.

For some reason, I felt a little guilty about today's date.

After getting off the bus, I discovered that it was a very stylish Japanese restaurant.

She pursed her lips, trying to make herself look a little healthier after a busy day, and with a smile, she walked in.

As soon as I changed my shoes at the entrance, a familiar restaurant waiter greeted me in Japanese, "Welcome."

But just that one sentence stunned him.

Does the waiter in front of him look like his roommate?

No, his roommate is from Northeast China. Why would he work at a Japanese restaurant?

The atmosphere was slightly awkward. The two looked at each other for a few seconds before Zong Heng turned and left.

Without thinking twice, Mr. Wang chased after the girl without even putting on his shoes.

Zong Heng started running, but Boss Wang ran even faster.

People on the street were watching the waiter, who wasn't even wearing shoes, chasing after someone, as if the young man in front had dined and dashed and was now trying to run away without paying.

All that could be heard was Mr. Wang sounding aggrieved and on the verge of tears. His friend next to him shouted, "Should we call the police? Did he not pay for his meal?"

Zong Heng then realized that he had gone too far and there was indeed no need to run away.

Mr. Wang: "Why are you running away...?"

Zong Heng, panting, said, "Why are you chasing after me..."

President Wang blinked her beautiful phoenix eyes, then said earnestly, "Please... release me from the dark room. I miss you."

He blinked again.

They were afraid that the person would run away again.

Zong Heng released him from the small dark room in front of everyone. Boss Wang even came over to take a look and saw that the WeChat contact name was "pyramid scheme leader".

Mr. Wang: ...

"Why are you working at a Japanese restaurant? You speak Japanese." Zongheng asked on the way back.

Mr. Wang: "I learned a little bit. When I was a child, my dad's dream was to one day send me undercover to the Japanese and take them down."

That's really ambitious...

Zong Heng: "So, why are you working now?"

Mr. Wang: "I'm taking the postgraduate entrance exam to earn some living expenses."

For a moment, Zongheng felt that their relationship was still just that of roommates.

After a while, Zong Heng sat down next to his blind date.

The girl was well-proportioned in all the right places, exuding femininity. You could tell how much effort Zongheng's father had put into straightening his son's figure.

But Zongheng's mind was not on this at all.

His roommate, standing next to him, was watching him intently like an owl.

Every time he turned around, he would meet his roommate's innocent gaze.

She ate the meal absentmindedly, feeling unimportant. After finishing, she said, "It was all just a perfunctory job. Don't contact me again."

Zong Heng felt a sense of relief.

As soon as I stepped out of the store, I saw Mr. Wang carrying a bag and smiling happily, except this time he was wearing shoes.

Zong Heng was speechless; he didn't want to run into him at this time.

Mr. Wang didn't say anything else, but stopped half a step away from him, his smile fading as he asked, "You really thought we had a one-night stand?"

Zong Heng: ...

"I miss you so much."

"Ever since that day, I think of you whenever I have a spare moment."

"I don't want to be your sworn brother, nor do I want to be your one-night stand."

Zong Heng desperately wanted to run away, and asked in a muffled voice, "What do you want to do?"

Mr. Wang's mouth seemed to be full of foam; after talking for a long time, Zong Heng didn't understand a single word.

Zong Heng sighed and said, "I'm getting married, and I'll be getting married very soon."

It means, I like women, I don't like you.

In the adult world, sometimes a single sentence is enough.

Mr. Wang felt that he had expressed his own feelings, and his WeChat account had been released from the blacklist. He might have realized some of his feelings, but it was better to keep them to himself.

He nodded, gripped his phone tightly, said "Goodbye," and walked away gracefully.

His back view was dashing, but he cried like a fool.

A while later, Lin Huai's mother called to say that something had happened to Lin Huai.

Mr. Wang booked a plane ticket to visit his remaining sworn brothers.

Zongheng was also upset when he got home, and he just sat in his room in a daze.

Watching Mr. Wang's departing figure at the end was a little heartbreaking.

But life is always full of regrets.