Matching Degree Theory

In the unknown century of Guangyuan, the unnamed galaxy achieved unification. To address population issues, a marriage matching system was developed, forcibly pairing people through data calculatio...

Chapter 81 (Untitled)

The clear, cool voice was like a mountain spring. The newcomer was dressed in a black bespoke suit, with shiny black leather shoes on his feet. His dark blue earrings reflected a dazzling light, and his waist-length red hair fell naturally, the ends of which danced lightly in the wind.

Zhou Siyu casually tossed the car keys to the waiter, a lollipop dangling from his mouth, one hand in his pocket, the other carrying a black box with gold trim, and slowly walked up to the two of them.

"Here, this is for you. Consider it a small token of my appreciation, since I came uninvited." Zhou Siyu shoved the box into Chu Yunmu's hand, lowering his voice and chuckling mischievously, "Open it when you get back to your room tonight."

"I was just thinking that since you and Yu Wei are always together, one delivery would be enough."

Zhou Sijue smiled and reached for the box in Chu Yunmu's hand, but Zhou Siyu held it down firmly. "This is a gift for Brother Yunmu. Yours is backstage. Go see it yourself tonight."

"So mysterious, no wonder you're President Zhou, you're so generous." Zhou Sijue glanced at Zhou Siyu and teased, "Where's your clingy little devil? Why didn't he come with you?"

"He went on a temporary mission." Zhou Siyu stretched, "inadvertently" revealing a red mark on his neck. "I only found out today."

"He left without even saying goodbye? You'll definitely have a word with him when he gets back."

"How could I bear to?" Zhou Siyu smiled and patted Zhou Sijue on the shoulder. "I'll go in first; it's too sunny."

"Go on, go on, find a place to sit. I'll have the maid get you some ice cream." Zhou Sijue waved her hand, then turned to look at Chu Yunmu. "Do you want to rest for a while? You've been standing all morning."

"No need." Chu Yunmu shook her head and forced a smile. "I'm not that delicate."

Zhou Sijue didn't insist anymore and had someone get him a glass of warm water, which he then handed to Chu Yunmu.

Chu Yunmu took the water, lowered her eyes, and sipped it slowly.

What a pity, I thought he would come.