Three Years Later, He Came Back Begging novel Chapter 64

Saturday afternoon, Bonnie showed up at the teahouse.

She headed for her usual table, glancing for a moment at the corner booth hidden behind a decorative screen.

Every time she came here for a blind date, that booth always had someone in it, even if the rest of the place was empty. Once, as a waiter brought over some pastries, Bonnie had caught the faint sound of someone stifling a cough from inside.

She quickly looked away and sat down, settling in.

Date number six was waiting for her. Thirty-two, balding, working at a government company, constantly adjusting his glasses as if his entire personality depended on it.

“You studied architecture, right? So you probably know all about renovations. If things work out between us, we could save on renovation fees later on.”

Bonnie decided not to bother explaining the difference between architecture and interior design. She just lowered her eyes and took another sip of her tea.

“I’ve heard design firms can be exhausting. Lots of overtime, but the year-end bonus is supposed to be great. Since you just started, how much do you make?”

“Not much. Just a few thousand a month.”

He fiddled with his glasses again. “That’s really not much. You’d be better off in a government job or something stable, especially for a woman. Makes it easier to take care of your family and kids in the future... Oh, and I wanted to ask. Your degree from The Cabinda University—was it a regular full-time one? Or was it adult education? No offense, but my last blind date said she had a Bachelor’s, then I found out it was from an adult program. Felt pretty cheated, honestly.”

Bonnie replied calmly, “Regular full-time.”

“So you were a top student. But you know, for women, studying too hard isn’t that useful. Eventually you still have to focus on family. I’m pretty traditional... I just couldn’t be okay with my wife being the breadwinner. Plus, the benefits at my workplace are better than your design firm’s. If you think we click, how about we add each other on WeChat first?”

His company’s matchmaking agency usually didn’t allow clients to exchange contact details, but he clearly thought Bonnie’s credentials were too good to pass up.

Bonnie set her teacup down, but just then, there came a tightly held-in cough from behind her.

She flashed a practiced smile. “Sure, you scan me, or should I—”

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