She stood up and shifted her enormous body, step by step, until she arrived at Yang Dong’s table.
At the mont, Yang Dong, feeling awkward, hung his head low, not knowing what to say. Suddenly startled by the unexpected arrival, he raised his head, only to see that face, twisted by layers of flesh.
Who was this heavyset woman? Why had she co over to him?
Before he could react, the stout woman plopped herself down beside him and addressed Zhou Xiaoi.
"Excuse , sister, have you finished talking?"
Zhou Xiaoi, equally taken aback by this sudden developnt and observing that the woman appeared to be about her age, yet addressed her as "sister," felt displeasure. But in front of Yang Dong, she didn’t show it, "Young lady, who might you be? Do you know us?"
Li Chuntao said with a smile, "I’m just like you, introduced here by the matchmaker. If you’ve finished talking, you can go ahead and leave. It’s my turn to talk with Young Master Yang."
Upon hearing this, Yang Dong’s eyes widened in shock, not knowing what to make of the situation. The matchmaker hadn’t ntioned introducing two candidates.
He furrowed his brows, cursing the matchmaker in his heart. How unreliable she was—one drawn like a ghost, the other as round as a ball.
Zhou Xiaoi listened to Li Chuntao’s provoking words and, though trying to contain her temper, spoke to Yang Dong in a soft and delicate manner, the picture of vulnerability, "Young Master Yang."
Li Chuntao calmly retorted, "Sister, cut the act. You’re not suitable for him. You look at least five years older than Young Master Yang."
These words finally pushed Zhou Xiaoi over the edge. She could no longer contain her temper and shot up to her feet, grabbed her teacup, and hurled its contents towards Li Chuntao.
Yang Dong didn’t understand what was happening within him, but he just didn’t want this plump woman to be splashed, and his body reacted before his mind, stepping in front of her. The tea soaked the back of his shirt.
"Miss, are you alright?" Yang Dong asked Li Chuntao as he stood up.
Seeing Yang Dong blocking the tea for that heavyset woman, Zhou Xiaoi grew even more furious, pointing her finger and shouting, "You... "
But before she could finish, her face was drenched, turning her into a drowned rat.
Yang Dong was stunned; this plump woman was indeed not holding back, having grabbed his teacup and splashed Zhou Xiaoi in the face.
Noticing Yang Dong’s astonished gaze, Li Chuntao explained, "She splashed first. I was just returning the favor."
"..." Won are so terrifying, to splash just like that.
Zhou Xiaoi, soaked through, sulked with a grim expression, stamped her foot, and bellowed, "Just you wait!"
Then, without looking back, she ran off.
After she had fled, Li Chuntao finally noticed the onlookers and, feeling a bit embarrassed, placed a copper coin on the table, picked up her dicine bag, and, grabbing Yang Dong’s arm, sprinted towards the exit.
"Let’s get out of here first."
After running into the street and finally stopping, the stout Li Chuntao was panting heavily from the escape.
"Were you introduced by the matchmaker?"
"..." So he hadn’t recognized who she was. It figures, it seed he didn’t even glance at her that day.
Li Chuntao, smiling awkwardly, said, "Hehe, no."
"..." Not? What was this plump woman doing then!
"Then, I’ll be off."
Yang Dong hadn’t expected the plump woman to just leave like that, and found himself inexplicably asking, "What’s your na?"
Hearing this, Li Chuntao’s heart tightened slightly, and as she walked away, she responded, "If fate wills it, we’ll et again."
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