Matchmaking

Le Yue went on and on praising it.

"Sister, here's the situation. Although they're not on the same level in terms of strength, she's good in other aspects. Anyway, I think she's quite suitable for you."

Le Man remained unmoved and shook her head with amusement.

"Sis, you said you wanted to start over. You need to flirt with some big, fierce guys and cute, handsome guys, otherwise it's such a waste. Do you expect him to be with his white moonlight all the time?" Le Yue said indignantly.

"I don't have that kind of thought yet. Who would rush to find someone new right after a divorce?" Le Man said.

"Sister, that's just a marriage of convenience. Apart from being divorced, what's the difference between you and someone who's single?" Le Yue grabbed her sister. "How about this, next time I ask Song Yumeng to go shopping, you can come with me and meet her."

Le Man opened her mouth, but before she could speak.

"Don't worry, sister. I've told Song Yumeng not to tell her brother about this for now. You can meet her in person first, and if you have any thoughts, then we can talk about it. If not, we'll just keep it to ourselves," Le Yue said with a smile.

"Okay, you're so enthusiastic." Le Man nodded helplessly.

"How can I not be proactive? You're a multi-millionaire now, and so beautiful. Shouldn't you seize the opportunity?" Le Yue said with a smile.

In the afternoon, Le Yue took Le Man out the door and began their makeover journey.

"Actually, sister, your long, straight black hair looks great. You might even be the perfect look for other guys. Are you sure you want to change it?" Le Yue felt a little sorry that Le Man insisted on getting her hair done at the first stop.

"No matter how beautiful I look, I'm not the real me. Change." Le Man said without hesitation.

Inside the hair salon, Le Man had a good talk with the hairstylist.

Changing her hairstyle is certain, but it's not enough to completely change her style, like going from elegant and intellectual to a hot and sexy look all at once.

That's such a stark contrast.

While maintaining her original style, Le Man looks beautiful with any hairstyle.

"How about you get a French fringe, beautiful?" the hairstylist said with a hint of heartache.

The woman in front of him had long, straight black hair, which looked exactly like the image of his first love goddess. However, the beautiful woman insisted on changing her, and he couldn't just listen to the customer.

"Does it work? Let me see." Le Man asked the hairstylist for before-and-after photos.

Shortly after, the renderings arrived.

This hairstyle looks relaxed and comfortable, gentle and elegant; it really seems quite nice.

"Okay, this is it." Le Man nodded without hesitation.

The entire afternoon was spent transforming Le Man.

She changed her long, straight, white hair to a honey-brown French-style fringe, but instead of losing her charm, she became even more gentle.

Everyone in the hair salon was staring at them.

"Wow, it's so beautiful!"

"Honey, do you think this hairstyle will suit me?"

Standing next to her sister, Le Yue transformed into a devoted fan, exclaiming, "What a waste! My ex-brother-in-law is such a waste!"

Upon hearing this, Le Man rolled her eyes at her younger sister, then got up and spun around in front of the mirror.

"Hey beautiful, here are the photos." The hairstylist proudly presented photos from other angles for Le Man to admire.

"Not bad." Le Man nodded in satisfaction.

She looked at herself in the mirror; she was elegant, gentle, and remarkably youthful, exuding a girlish charm.

If someone told you she was a recently divorced woman, who would believe it?

"Let's go change your clothes," Le Man said, turning to look at Le Yue with a smile.

A moment later, inside the Gucci store in the mall.

Le Man picked out a short dress and changed into it, and the sales assistant and Le Yue kept praising it.

"Sister, it's such a waste that you don't wear short skirts with those long legs. How have you managed to put up with it all these years?" Le Yue couldn't help but say.

Le Man smiled faintly but didn't speak, her eyes fixed on her reflection in the mirror, her expression slightly dazed.

This is the real her.

Beauty blossoms only for the true self, not for one-sidedly becoming someone else's shadow.

"Okay, thank you, this outfit will do." She nodded.

She looked at Le Yue again, "Do you want me to buy you an outfit too?"

"No, thank you, it's too expensive." Le Yue looked at the price of over 30,000 yuan and quickly waved her hand.

"Don't be so polite. You said it yourself, I'm a rich woman now." Le Man smiled and pulled Le Yue to pick out clothes.

In the evening, the two sisters found a restaurant and had dinner.

Le Yue looked at her older sister in front of her, feeling a mix of emotions.

"Sis, if you showed up in front of Song Yumeng dressed like that, wouldn't you seduce him to death?"

"Just eat yours." Le Man smiled gently.

She watched as Le Yue busied herself chatting and arranging to go shopping with her roommate, actively trying to meet up, but she didn't really care.

Let's just consider it as going along with Le Yue.

"Sis, I've made the arrangements. It'll be tomorrow morning." A moment later, Le Yue looked up excitedly. "Song Yumeng will be with her cousin tomorrow. We can just go and meet them then."

"Okay." Le Man nodded.

As she was talking, her phone suddenly rang.

Le Man glanced at it, and her expression changed slightly.

"Is it him?" Le Yue asked quietly when she saw this.

"Don't speak." Le Man gestured gently, then answered the phone, "Hello?"

On the other end of the phone was a deep male voice.

"Did you mail the diamond ring and everything?"

"Yeah, I don't need it anymore," Le Man said casually. "Take a look at the inventory."

"I don't need it. You can keep it or throw it away; there's no need to send it to me." There was a hint of displeasure in the voice on the other end. "By the way, I have a question for you."

"What is it?" Le Man asked in return.

"How do you cook that dish you used to make at home? Tell me the steps. No matter how I make it, it just doesn't taste the same," the person on the other end asked.

"That's it? It's not that difficult." Le Man couldn't help but smile and explained the steps.

After a long while, there was silence on the other end; it was unclear whether anyone was listening.

"You know it now?" Le Man asked.

"What nonsense! I'm hanging up now." The person on the other end sounded impatient and abruptly hung up.

Le Man gently shook her head and put down her phone.

"Sister, what's wrong?" Le Yue asked tentatively.

"It's nothing, he just asked me how to make a dish," Le Man said casually.

Le Yue blinked but didn't say anything.

She was thinking of a similar trope in female-oriented novels: after the female lead resolutely leaves, the male lead realizes that the female lead's shadow has been everywhere in his life, and he can't live without her anymore. In the end, there are all sorts of entanglements and twists, various pursuits, and sweet scenes.

It seems melodramatic, but it also seems quite reasonable.

"What are you thinking about?" Le Man looked at Le Yue and couldn't help but gently tap her head. "You don't actually think that he only realized how much he cherished me after he lost me, and that he can't live without me anymore, do you?"

"Isn't that right?" Le Yue asked tentatively.

"It's true that I can't warm his heart, and it's also true that he's always had someone else in his heart." Le Man shook her head. "He won't change his mind. At most, he's just used to my presence, and he'll feel a little uneasy without me."

Le Yue was overjoyed.

My sister is really clear-headed. She finally escaped that trap, how could she go back? It seems that three years has indeed made her see many things clearly.

"It's good that you're not following the usual routine, haha." Le Yue couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"What kind of routine?" Le Man hummed in agreement, asking curiously.

"It's nothing, it's nothing," Le Yue quickly waved her hand.

After dinner, the two sisters strolled among the bustling crowds on the Bund, looking across the Huangpu River at Lujiazui, feeling the vibrancy of Magic City, and were both filled with emotion.

"Sis, do you think those people living across the street must be so optimistic!" Le Yue waved her hand high, facing Lujiazui. "Those people live in mansions, looking down on us, don't they think of us as ants?"

"They're not even ants, all you can see is a dark mass." Le Man couldn't help but laugh as she ruffled Le Yue's hair.

"Huh? Then we're so insignificant, just like bacteria, aren't we?" Le Yue couldn't help but click her tongue in surprise.

She gazed across the street at the brightly lit, spacious apartments, wondering if anyone else was looking in her direction at that very moment.

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Right now, there really are people looking across the street.

Inside COFCO Seaview No. 1, Zhang Yang spent the afternoon shopping with his younger cousin, and after dinner, he just dropped Song Yumeng off at her hotel.

He got home at this time and had just finished showering.

"Brother, the night view from this hotel room is absolutely amazing!" Song Yumeng WeChat.

"Really?" Zhang Yang replied, standing on the balcony looking at the dazzling Bund across the Bund, feeling that the view from his angle was even better.

The key point is that his angle is unique and belongs only to him.

"By the way, pick me up early tomorrow, okay? You know, Le Yue coming to go shopping with me tomorrow," Song Yumeng texted.

"Understood," Zhang Yang replied.

There was no way around it; after all, she was his cousin whom he had grown up with since childhood. They weren't blood relatives, but they were closer than blood relatives.

This time, Song Yumeng plans to stay in Magic City for a few days. During these days, he has specially put aside other matters to focus on spending a few days having fun with his little cousin.

"Oh, right, there's a surprise tomorrow!" Song Yumeng suddenly said.

"A surprise? What surprise?" Zhang Yang pressed.

"Haha, I'll keep it a secret for now. You'll find out tomorrow," Song Yumeng said mysteriously.

"Fine, if you don't want to talk about it, then don't." Zhang Yang wasn't the type to get carried away by curiosity; if Song Yumeng didn't say anything, he naturally wouldn't press her. "Bye, get some rest tonight. You can go out and have fun if you want, but be careful."

"Don't worry, bro, do you think I'm the kind of person who doesn't know my limits?" Song Yumeng sent a string of emojis.

After ending the call, Zhang Yang put down his phone and went straight to take a shower.

Isn't he busy?

In fact, he is very busy.

Putting aside everything else, he has a lot of chat messages on his phone that require his reply every day.

Before going to bed, he and Bei Wei had a video chat for a while.

In the background, Bei Wei is in her new house, having just finished showering, her face still flushed from the bath.

"Honey, want to come over?" she said, leaning closer to the screen with a slightly tempting tone.

"Dare to flirt with me?" Zhang Yang glanced at the glimpse of fair skin beneath the towel covering the sweet girl's chest, and felt a surge of attraction.

But having just finished showering, he felt completely relaxed and really didn't want to move.

"Never mind, another day!"

"Then I'll give you a kiss." Bei Wei's eyes were gentle as she leaned close to the screen and gave it a quick peck.

"Give me a kiss too."

"Ugh? That's so sickeningly sweet." Zhang Yang would never do something so sickeningly sweet.

In the middle of the night, the two chatted for an unknown amount of time before feeling sleepy and finally saying goodnight to each other.

The next morning, Zhang Yang got up early and went straight to the W Hotel on the Bund to pick up his little cousin.

In the hotel lobby, Song Yumeng walked out wearing a cool tank top, exuding the charm of a youthful and beautiful girl.

"Brother!" she called out cheerfully as she walked up and affectionately hugged Zhang Yang's arm.

"How did you sleep last night?" Zhang Yang asked with a smile, ruffling his little cousin's hair.

"I slept late, but I was full of energy, especially in the morning. When I opened my eyes, I could see Lujiazui. The feeling was amazing." Song Yumeng stretched her body gently, her little face tilted back as if she was still savoring the memory.

"I really wish I could see the Magic City skyline every time I open my eyes."

"If I saw you every day, I wouldn't say that," Zhang Yang said with a laugh.

"I'm willing, anyway, I'll never get tired of looking at it," Song Yumeng said without hesitation.

They didn't go far for breakfast, having it at the W Hotel. After breakfast, they strolled around for a bit before heading straight to Plaza 66 to meet Le Yue.

"Brother, Le Yue is just ahead."

Inside the mall, Song Yumeng pulled Zhang Yang aside and said...

"Wait, what if I remember you saying yesterday that you had a surprise for me?" Zhang Yang stood still, letting his little cousin pull him along without moving.

"Hey bro, I told you, you'll see when you meet Le Yue." Song Yumeng turned around, the pretty girl with a slightly mischievous smile.

"Le Yue? What kind of surprise could you expect from seeing your roommate?" Zhang Yang asked, puzzled.

"Sister Le Yue is here too, she's a real beauty!" Song Yumeng finally couldn't hold back and blurted it out.

"What kind of surprise is this?" Zhang Yang shook his head.

There are plenty of identical beauties everywhere, and they're no longer a novelty in his eyes. Only those who can provide emotional value, possessing both beauty and intelligence, are truly rare.

"No way?" Seeing her cousin's expression, Song Yumeng didn't dare to say the rest of her sentence.

For example, this beautiful woman has actually just gotten divorced.

As for Le Yue's claims, she said she hadn't touched anything, and that it was best to just take those words with a grain of salt; she would never bring them up.

"Alright, let's go." Zhang Yang patted Song Yumeng on the shoulder.

"Okay," Song Yumeng replied obediently.

The two entered a coffee shop on the first floor.

Before Song Yumeng could find anyone, Zhang Yang spotted Le Yue at a glance.

Across from Le Yue, he saw a figure with long brown hair, looking rather slender and intellectual.

When he saw Le Yue happened to notice him as well.

Immediately, Le Yue stood up with a big smile and waved to him from afar.

"Brother Zhang Yang!"