At Zhou Rou'er's declaration that he was her boyfriend, the other three people in the hall all felt their eyes twitch.
Jun Wangchen looked utterly bewildered, his eyes blank.
Boyfriend?
Holy shit, what was going on?
I was just a handsome young man invited over for dinner. Since when had I become your boyfriend?
Huo Feixing froze, thoroughly startled.
Was this a joke?
Since when did Zhou Rou'er have a boyfriend?
How come I didn't know?
Zhou Ruomei was even more shocked. "Rou'er, you're not pulling your aunt's leg, are you? Why didn't I know you had a boyfriend?"
"Auntie, I'm already a grown woman. Do I really need to call and report to you whenever I get a boyfriend?" Zhou Rou'er asked, her delicate brows drawing together slightly.
Zhou Ruomei shook her head with feigned concern. "You don't have to report to me, of course. You're just inexperienced, and I'm afraid some unsavory young man might deceive you."
"You needn't trouble yourself over that, Auntie. I've always been a good judge of character." Zhou Rou'er smiled gracefully and gazed at Jun Wangchen with deep affection. "Wangchen is the finest young man I've ever met. He's the one who showed me there are still men in this world worth caring about."
Under her gaze, Jun Wangchen wore a warm smile, but inwardly, he cringed.
Holy shit, lady. Making me your fake boyfriend on the spot was one thing, but did you really have to talk me up this much?
Sure, I knew I was handsome—devastatingly handsome, even—but let's not get carried away. You shouldn't be a frog in a well.
"I needn't trouble myself? Listen to yourself. Do you think your aunt is meddling just because she cares about you?" Zhou Ruomei's face darkened, and her voice grew shrill.
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