Top-notch collides with top-notch

  Ice Cream Dessert Shop

  "This pack of tissues is not needed, my girlfriend has brought some." Li Zhenwei returned the tissues to the server before ordering.

  The little Dongzi opposite saw it and pushed Jiang Yan with his small hand: "Uncle, sister has a handkerchief, you use the napkin."

  Mianmian patted her pocket and forgot that she didn't bring a handbag with her. She really didn't have any tissues on her, awkward.

  He directly pushed his nephew's little head and Jiang Yan scolded with a smile: "I'm telling you, you're not even willing to spend one or two bucks on your wife, be careful she'll dump you."

  Manman knew that Jiang Dashao didn't say this because he saw her not bringing it, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. After so many years of blind dates, the deepest impression was that every time she went out to eat with a blind date, eight or nine out of ten men would ask for paper towels, and the more petty-bourgeois the man was, the more he emphasized this point, saying that it was economical to save money. As a result, when they needed to wipe their mouths with paper towels, they all asked the woman for them.

  Little Dongzi, who was pushed by his uncle, looked at Wen Mingzhu with a pair of small glasses: "So, will sister dump that man?"

  Wen Mingzhu almost choked on her water.

  Li Zhenwei's face turned pale and then red, like an opera singer. He clenched his fist and put it to his mouth, clearing his throat twice: "Mingzhu, we will get married in the future. Marriage is about living a life together, not a single cent can be wasted, only then can our lives be comfortable. I believe you understand this point."

  Xiao Dongzi heard this and turned around to scold his uncle again: "Uncle, you're wasting money."

  "Why is it called overspending when I spend money on my wife? As a man, one should earn money for his wife to spend. If not, then he's not a real man, and the wife will have to save money for him to spend himself."

  Jiang Dashao's two sentences were like nails nailed into Li Zhenwei's heart, and Li Zhenwei was so angry that his hand holding the water cup was trembling.

  Wen Mingzhu was furious. The high-quality man she had chosen was actually called a petty man by the other party. And as for Jiang Dashao, she had heard from Wen Haoxue that he wasn't a decent person, and yet he dared to show off his wealth here!

  "What? You know him?" Li Zhenwei caught a glimpse of Wen Mingzhu's fleeting annoyance.

  It was Wen Mingzhu's turn to cough twice and say, "To be honest, the woman who had a blind date with you is actually my distant sister. The one with her is a fallen family. As you said, my sister is 29 years old this year and has not been able to get married all these years, being called a broken grass shoe. So now that she's hooked up with this fallen family, my sister's family doesn't even want it."

  Xiao Dongzi supported Xiao Yanzhen, looking at Uncle and Manman in turn: "Uncle is a broken household, sister is a broken grass shoe, what does it mean?"

  Jiang Dashao didn't mind people saying he was a fallen noble, what he did mind was that Manman was being called a broken grass shoe. And also, who was the man who had come to propose to Manman? He cast a glance at Manman sitting across from him with a hint of jealousy in his eyes.

  Blind date with myself? Wearing high heels and glasses, I take a few more glances to dig out the ultimate man from my memories.

  She smiled and started talking about the previous blind date: "It wasn't even a real blind date. He asked me three questions when we met, then left. I even paid the bill myself. Later, the teacher who introduced us said she was blinded by her own eyes, thinking that the so-called high-quality man was indeed high-quality, but it turned out he couldn't even be considered a cheapskate, just a pretty face looking for a wife to support him."

  "What did he ask you?"

  Man Man still remembers this, because Li Zhenwei was too extreme. He counted on his fingers one by one to tell Jiang Dashao, purely as a rare joke: "His first sentence asked me, where is your household registration? The second sentence asked me, how much is your monthly salary? The third sentence asked me, are there any relatives in your family working in government units?"

  Jiang Dashao is very willing to share with his future wife the shortcomings of men who have dated her before: "What's the point of asking you these things?"

  "The first question he asked me, I answered that my household registration is in the countryside because my parents are registered in the countryside, which is not wrong. His face immediately turned black and said that the matchmaker introduced me as having a household registration in a big city. I said that's not me, it's my cousin. The second question he asked me was how much salary I make per month, one to two thousand. He said now even beggars don't want salaries of one or two thousand. The third question I told him that my uncle works as a driver in the municipal government. He said he needed to go to the bathroom. Then after half an hour, I thought he was stuck in the toilet, but unexpectedly he had run away and left me to pay the bill."

  "Don't you mind him treating you like this?" Jiang Da Shao asked cautiously.

  "This kind of person, I've met before. He wants me, but I don't want him." What Meimei said was the truth. No matter how rich this kind of man is, she wouldn't dare to marry him. If she married him, every day would be a struggle to take out money from her own pocket for him to spend, and who knows how much he would give back for household expenses, because he would always find ways to get the money back from her pocket.

  Jiang Dashao was delighted, and with a proud smile on his face, he said to Xiao Wai: "Did you hear that? Sister's vision is bright and great, she can clearly see what kind of man is good enough to marry and what kind of man is not."

  Li Zhenwei and Wen Mingzhu, who were sitting diagonally across from each other, both lost their appetite.

  Bang! Li Zhenwei pushed open his chair and hastily stood up, rushing towards the dinner table where Manman and Jiang Dashao were sitting.

  He's at least the son of a high-ranking official, raised in luxury since childhood, and has never been humiliated like this before. And to think that the person humiliating him is someone who wears tattered shoes and lives in a dilapidated house - how can he swallow this insult?

  "Uncle——" Seeing Li Zhenwei storming towards them, Xiao Dongzi nervously pulled his uncle's sleeve. It wasn't that he was afraid his uncle would be bullied, but rather that he was afraid his uncle would punch the other person and then they would both get scolded when they got home.

  In front of his future wife, Jiang Da Shao restrained a bit of his arrogance and added some elegance. The corners of his eyebrows rose slightly as he gazed at her coldly and silently.

  "This broken house is quite good at pretending, huh? Li Zhenwei sneered: "I'll tell you, this kind of woman can't be married. If you marry her, you'll spend your whole life struggling for her at the bottom, and you'll only prove that you're stupid in the end."

  Man Man listened quietly and calmly adjusted the mirror frame.

  Xiao Dongzi's nostrils flared upwards: Hmph.

  "Is that so? But she doesn't even want you? Are you worse than her, spending your whole life only counting money, not even enjoying the joy of emotions, never tasting what true love is, and until the last moment of your life, suddenly realizing that all you have to prove yourself with is money, actually being poor with nothing at all."

  Who would have thought that even someone like Young Master Jiang could suddenly come up with a philosophical quote.

  The crescent moon behind the glasses quietly blooms.

  Compared to Jiang's calmness, Li Zhenwei was repeatedly hit in the sore spot and clenched his fists.

  "Ah——" Wen Mingzhu let out a cry of surprise.

  Li Zhenwei's fist didn't fall, and several people looked in the direction of Wen Mingzhu's voice. Li Zhenwei's throat tightened: "Jun Ye!"