Bo Qingyun watched as Xiang Zhilan so openly admitted that he didn't like Shen Muzhi at all, and sighed inwardly for him.
Although he was indeed a scoundrel, he was still her son. It was truly tragic to see her son fail twice in his attempts to woo women.
"Why don't you tell Mom what kind of guy you like?" Bo Qingyun's mind raced, and she wanted to take a roundabout approach. She pulled Xiang Zhilan to sit down, as if she wanted to have a heart-to-heart talk and play matchmaker. She added, "I know a lot of nice guys. I can introduce you to some."
Xiang Zhilan knew that her mother-in-law, with whom she had no chance, was cheerful, but she never expected that she would be so cheerful as to want to introduce potential partners to Xiang Zhilan, who was pregnant.
"Don't be shy, tell me about it. I'm very curious. My biggest regret in life is not having a daughter. I have no one to talk to about these things with." Bo Qingyun sighed as she said this.
Xiang Zhilan felt embarrassed to stop talking about it, so she simply said in casual conversation, "Gentle and refined, with a sunny personality."
Upon hearing these two points, Bo Qingyun felt that her son had even less of a chance.
Shen Muzhi is far from gentle; he always has a stern, hard face, and his personality is far from sunny, more like a gloomy cloud. It's hard to tell who he takes after. Shen Guoliang, though serious and upright, isn't this gloomy. And she, needless to say, has always been lively and outgoing. How could her son have turned out like this?
"Anything else? Does he need to be good at fighting and able to protect you?" Bo Qingyun thought about it and realized that her son's only advantage was that he was not bad at martial arts.
Xiang Zhilan smiled and said, "Ordinary people's lives are just about daily necessities, peaceful and stable, they don't really need people who know how to fight."
“Don’t you like men to be a little stronger? A strong arm is needed to provide a sense of security. That’s why I fell for Mu Zhi’s dad.” Bo Qingyun said, her lips curving into a smile. “No matter how dangerous the situation, as long as he’s there, there’s nothing to be afraid of.”
“You’re lucky to have met someone you love. But if it were like me and Shen Muzhi, wouldn’t the outcome be obvious? What does it matter to me if he’s powerful? He’s not protecting me.” Xiang Zhilan understood that Bo Qingyun was using a roundabout strategy, so she reminded her of this.
Upon hearing this, Bo Qingyun realized that her indirect approach had not only failed to work, but had also reminded Xiang Zhilan of the incident.
"I think if we love each other, as long as that person is willing to do everything for me, that's enough." This is the kind of marriage that Xiang Zhilan has always sought: a marriage where they love each other wholeheartedly and support each other.
"That bastard really didn't do a good job," Bo Qingyun muttered under her breath.
“I don’t blame him, really.” Xiang Zhilan smiled faintly and said easily, “I just want to start over, to go back to before I knew him.”
“Okay, then let’s pretend we never met.” Bo Qingyun smiled and continued, “Do you have any other requirements? Height, weight, measurements, etc.?”
"My standards are very high." Xiang Zhilan exaggerated all the details of her requirements, afraid that she would really introduce her to someone.
To everyone's surprise, Bo Qingyun was taking notes very seriously and even nodded, as if she was already considering the candidates in her mind. She even gave examples of whether the candidates were the type of male celebrities.
Xiang Zhilan does indeed enjoy watching dramas, and she talks a lot about it.
The two chatted more and more congenially, and finally, when the maid came up to announce that lunch was ready, they went downstairs together.
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