Chapter 870 Another oddball. Lu Qingyang was speechless. So this was asking him to be the one to take over? His lips twitched: "Sorry, I don't have any special fetishes. Whoever the child's father is, you can go find someone else. Forget about me, I'll raise you all."

Upon hearing this, Li Ting angrily threw a glass of water at him: "What are you doing this to yourself? I can't accept you like this. You've made a mistake. You have nothing, and you'll never be able to find a wife."

Lu Qingyang tilted his head slightly, so the water didn't splash on him.

The café fell silent for a fraction of a second. Customers at the next few tables cast curious yet restrained glances at them, their ears practically perking up like antennas.

“I am indeed good enough to be with a woman like Teacher Li… who has the courage to seek happiness even with special circumstances. So let’s not hold each other back.”

He gestured to the waiter with his finger: "Excuse me, could you please settle the bill here?"

The waiter came over and said, "Sir, that'll be eighty-six yuan in total. Would you like to pay in cash by scanning the code?"

Lu Qingyang took out his phone, paid the bill, and left with his head turned back.

My phone vibrated. It was a WeChat message from my aunt, a string of question marks: "Qingyang??? How is it??? Teacher Li just called me crying, saying you bullied her??? What did you say???"

Lu Qingyang thought for a moment, then sent a voice message, his tone sincere: "Auntie, I really didn't bully her. We just met, and she told me she was pregnant."

My aunt was speechless.

The following evening, Lu Qingyang resignedly appeared at the entrance of a Western restaurant.

This time, the final candidate recommended by my aunt with a "pledge of allegiance" is said to be my niece, whom I danced with in the square. Her surname is Kim and her given name is Danting, which means "golden Danting fills the hall, and Danting stands tall and graceful".

My aunt said that on the phone.

Lu Qingyang had just been led to his reserved window seat by a waiter in a vest when he was stopped in his tracks by the sight before him.

Indeed, a lady stood gracefully in the seat, or rather, a lady of considerable size.

She wore a peach-pink bodycon dress, the curves of which were outlined like layers of waves. She wore a bright gold chain around her neck and a green bracelet around her wrist. She didn't wear rings on any of her ten fingers, probably because she was too fleshy and it would be difficult to find a ring in her size.

She was intently studying the menu, with a suspiciously pink specialty drink and a small basket of bread in front of her, the bread basket visibly half empty.

"Lu Qingyang?" Jin Ting raised her head, her round face covered with an excessively white powder, and her cheeks were evenly rouged.

"Have a seat. My time is precious. Let's get straight to the point."

Lu Qingyang sat down, and before he could even speak, Jin Ting, the manager, called over a waiter and said rapidly, "For the appetizer, I want foie gras with figs; for the salad, I want Caesar; for the topping, I want bacon bits, with the dressing served separately; for the soup, I want black truffle cream of mushroom soup; for the main course..."

She flipped through the menu, her rhinestone-encrusted nails tracing the price list. "Hmm... I'd like a tomahawk steak, medium-rare, with all the side dishes. Oh, and add a lobster gratin with cheese. We'll talk about dessert later."

After ordering, she seemed to just remember there was someone else across from her, and pushed the menu in front of Lu Qingyang, saying casually, "You can decide what to order, but don't order anything too cheap, it'll make you look bad."

Lu Qingyang glanced at the alarmingly high prices on the menu and ordered the cheapest pasta and a glass of lemonade.

"I'll just have something simple to eat."

Kim Min-jung gave a soft "humph" through her nose, ignored him, and began to slowly tear apart the remaining bread, dipping it in olive oil and eating with relish.

As the appetizers arrived, Kim Min-jung began her presentation while elegantly and quickly devouring the foie gras.

"My situation, as the matchmaker probably mentioned, is that I work in the community street office, which is a stable and respectable position. My requirements for a partner are quite complicated."

She held up one finger. "First, the height can be less than 1.8 meters, you'll barely pass. Second, the education level should be at least a bachelor's degree, preferably a master's degree, because my children's genes and tutoring can't be bad. Third, the job is best within the system, the salary can't be less than 300,000, if you're in business, the turnover should be at least one million."

Lu Qingyang listened silently, his gaze falling on the rapidly diminishing foie gras and the nearly empty bread basket in front of her.

"Material conditions are a basic requirement, but more importantly, you have to be obedient and sensible. I'm busy with work and social engagements, so you'll definitely have to take care of more things at home. Of course, we can hire a housekeeper for cooking and cleaning, but the male head of the household has to be able to do it. At the very least, if I want something hot in the middle of the night, you have to be able to get up and make it. I have a straightforward temper and I say what I think, so you have to put up with it and not talk back to me. A man has to be broad-minded."

As we were talking, the salad and soup arrived.

Kim Min-jung skillfully wielded her fork, feeding slices of vegetables and bread cubes drizzled with sauce into her mouth, while the cream soup visibly decreased in volume.

She took a sip of soup and continued, "I have a wide range of interests, and I love to travel. I have to go abroad at least once a year, not to mention short trips within the country. You have to accompany me and be good at taking pictures to make me look slim, fair, and elegant."

My friends' husbands are all great at taking photos. Besides, I'm particular about my quality of life; clothes, bags, and skincare products all have to be brand names. You can be stingy, of course, I can afford it myself, but your attitude has to be right.

The main courses, tomahawk steak and cheese lobster, made a grand entrance, taking up almost half the table.

Kim Min-jung's eyes lit up, and she temporarily stopped her speech to focus on the steak that was bigger than her face and the lobster meat covered in rich cheese.

Lu Qingyang said helplessly, "Let me introduce myself. I'm currently unemployed. I also injured my head a while ago, so my reactions are a bit slow and my memory is terrible. Also, my cooking skills are limited to making instant noodles. I can take pictures, and as for my chest... it's probably not as big as your appetite."

Kim Min-jung stopped scraping cheese.

"What do you mean?" Her voice rose eight octaves, drawing the attention of several customers at nearby tables.

"I'm only showing you face by coming out to see you. Look at you, dressed like a delivery guy, stingy when ordering food, you have nothing to offer, and you still dare to be picky here? With my looks, I could be your boyfriend ten times over. Do you know how many people want to date me?"

Lu Qingyang nodded, his tone still calm: "Yes, I believe you. Ms. Jin... has a grand presence and clear needs. It's indeed difficult for ordinary people to match her. I am not worthy of her. By the way, let's split the bill for this meal."

"AA?!" Jin Dongting's voice was so shrill it almost pierced the elegant background music of the Western restaurant.

"You're a man, and you expect me, a girl, to split the bill with you and eat leftovers? Don't you have any gentlemanly manners? You have to pay for this meal. Consider it a lesson to you. Next time you go on a blind date, think twice about your own worth."

Lu Qingyang took out the money for the lemonade and pasta: "AA means you pay for your food, I pay for mine, that's all."