Was First Branch Factory Cursed with Bad Feng Shui, or Was It Attracting Bees and Butterflies?

"If, when I had just graduated, someone had treated me with such meticulous care without asking for anything in return, I might have believed it was because of love. But now that I'm already in my thirties, do you think I should still believe in love?"

"..."

Faced with Zhou Ziqing's question, Wu Yan had no idea how to answer.

When Professor Zhao had assigned Wu Yan the task of getting Zhou Ziqing into First Branch Factory and pairing her with Old Xie, Wu Yan had carried it out seriously.

But Old Xie's coy hesitation had annoyed Wu Yan. In his view, Zhou Ziqing had looks and brains, so what was Old Xie being so precious about? Did he believe Wu Yan couldn't find his senior sister some young, handsome kid in minutes?

But after hearing Zhou Ziqing say that, Wu Yan gradually came around.

Professor Zhao was an old hand who had turned into a fox. How could he have picked a dull, tight-lipped man like Old Xie, one who even had a daughter?

Because if Zhou Ziqing wanted someone to live out the rest of her life with in peace and stability, Old Xie really would do. He plainly needed a companion, without a drop of falsehood mixed in.

And Old Xie was only not sweet-talking. In looks, height, work, and capability, there was nothing lacking about him. As for income, he crushed more than ninety-nine percent of the working stiffs of this era.

Of course, if Zhou Ziqing came around to the idea, she could also be "openly passionate." Even trying an older-woman-younger-man romance would be fine.

It was just that everyone knew perfectly well what those young, handsome little pups wanted. She just had to make sure not to take it seriously.

Otherwise, if she played