If Heaven Has Feelings (Chapter 35)

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Chapter Thirty-Five
I was woken up early in the morning by my mother. Although I was reluctant and resisted being interrupted

from my sleep, my mother was adamant and wouldn't allow me to delay any longer. I had no choice but to open

my sleepy eyes, get up and dress as she instructed. My mother was already dressed and waiting for me. We

went downstairs together and then sped out in my mother's X1.
X1 took us to the already familiar Wanlong Plaza, but after parking the car, my mother didn't

take me to her shop. Instead, she took the elevator to the seventh floor and led me to a very modernly decorated

coffee shop. The words "espresso américano" were embedded in the wall in the lobby.

Several booths were scattered around the floor-to-ceiling windows. It was my first time

in a place like this with my mother, but she was obviously very familiar with the coffee shop. Soon, a waitress in a green uniform

came up to greet us. My mother just smiled and nodded to her, and she understood and led us to a private

booth by the window.
As soon as Mom sat down, she beckoned the waiter to bring two glasses of Evian water. I took a sip of

the Evian , and it was bland and tasteless. I really don't know why these women like to drink this stuff.

It tastes no different from ordinary water, and its function is just to replenish water and quench thirst. The only difference is that

the latter can be used in places that flaunt a high-class lifestyle, but the price is dozens of times that of the former. Although

there was a professional playing soft piano music in the coffee shop, drinking this bland water and waiting for

the pre-arranged program to begin was really boring for me. However, Mom's outfit today was very elegant and sophisticated, which was

quite a feast for my eyes.
Today, she wore light makeup on her clean face, and her long, wine-red curly hair was styled into a high

bun on top of her head. She wore a bright red cashmere cape over a white embroidered round-neck blouse, the hem

of which stood out like a flower. She

sat with one beautiful leg crossed over the other in an extremely elegant posture. Her slender, straight legs were covered with light gray leggings, and she wore a pair of 5-inch black

calfskin ankle boots. The boots had a long slit at the top, revealing a section of her fair and slender instep, which

swayed slightly with her delicate legs.
My mother excitedly told me as soon as she got in the car today that she wanted to introduce me to a very outstanding girl. I'm

already a bit impatient with her tendency to make up dates out of thin air.

I've always been picky and critical of the girls she introduces, trying to dispel her unrealistic plans. But my mother said

this girl is even more exceptional than the previous ones. She's about my age, not only

is she incredibly beautiful and has a great figure, but she's also very intelligent and talented, a graduate of a prestigious university. Most importantly, her family background

is excellent. Her father is the CEO of a listed company, a state-owned enterprise that

's among the top five in the city. Her mother was a university professor. Both families have been scholarly for generations, and the education

and upbringing they received is unmatched by most families.
Of course, I couldn't simply refuse my mother's strong recommendation, so I went along with her and

came to the agreed-upon coffee shop. Admittedly, I was also a little curious about this girl.

Although I wouldn't admit it, I was still eager to see who this

girl, whom my mother praised to the skies, really was.
We didn't wait long. About 10 minutes later, Mom stood up with a smile and waved to us.

I quickly stood up and turned around to see two tall and slender women walking side by side. They were not only

similar in height and build, but also looked almost identical. If you didn't look closely, you could easily mistake them for

sisters. As they got closer, you could see that they both had slender oval faces, almond-shaped eyes, peach-blossom cheeks,

slim waists, and long legs. They were truly a pair of exceptional beauties.
The woman on the right looks younger, probably only in her early twenties. Her fair

skin exudes youthful energy. She wears a fitted, pale yellow wool coat that reaches her hips,

beneath which are two shapely legs encased in black stockings. Her wispy bangs slant across her fair forehead, and

a few strands of her long, brown-dyed hair reach her shoulders. Her dark eyebrows, as if etched into white marble,

are slightly upturned at the ends, giving her a distinctive look. Her thin, red lips are pressed tightly together, and although her beautiful eyes are clear and bright

, they also carry a hint of arrogance.
The woman next to the young woman was a mature beauty, probably around my mother's age, but

both women possessed a beauty far younger than their years. Her features and figure were remarkably similar to the young woman's, except for

her slightly thin, pale skin and a few fine lines around her eyes; they were practically identical.

However, the mature woman had a different kind of gentle, serene air about her, and her slightly wavy hair was neatly

styled to the side near her ears. Combined with their matching light purple fitted wool coats, the two women were easily

distinguishable.
Both wore black and white striped tweed high heels, with heels probably around 7 centimeters high.

I estimated their height to be around 170 cm, almost the same as my mother's. These three exceptionally beautiful women, with their stunning figures and faces, quickly attracted the few glances

in the café . 　　My mother greeted the two women with great enthusiasm and then introduced me to them. I learned from the elegant and beautiful woman was named Mei Yu, the wife of the state-owned enterprise CEO she had been talking about on the way here. The young woman, about my age, was her only daughter, Yang Naijin, the blind date had arranged for me. 　　To be honest, this girl named Yang Naijin was indeed very beautiful, and her manners and speech clearly indicated she came from an upper-class family; she was very well-mannered and polite. She affectionately called my mother "Aunt Li," and listened attentively to my mother and my mother's conversation with a sweet smile, occasionally answering their questions in a soft voice. From the moment she entered, she remained very calm, neither overly eager to strike up a conversation nor remaining silent and causing awkward silences. However, what frustrated me was that although I was sitting right next to her, Yang Naijin's gaze almost never met mine .

My mother and this beautiful woman named Mei Yu had an unusually close relationship. As soon as they met, they held hands

and sat down to chat. My mother affectionately called her "sister," so Mei Yu must be slightly older than my mother. Mei Yu,

in turn, called my mother "sister" without any formality. Of course, their conversation mainly revolved around me and Yang Naijin.

They described each other's children's ages, education, jobs, and hobbies. My mother

had already prepared a story for me. When she mentioned that I had returned from studying in the United States, Mei Yu's face

showed a satisfied expression. Yang Naijin, on the other hand, didn't react much. However, when she heard that I hadn't

gone out to work after returning to China but had been helping out in my mother's shop, she curled her lip in disapproval.
The waitress brought the menus at just the right time. Mei Yu ordered Blue Mountain coffee, and Yang Naijin wanted

a cappuccino . I don't know much about coffee and have no particular fondness for it, so my mother ordered two lattes for us. Soon, four cups of

fragrant coffee were served in delicate white porcelain cups on a gold-decorated sandalwood tray. The dessert consisted of a few

small pieces of mayonnaise and crispy baked biscuits. I frowned as I looked at the biscuits, which were only about the size of two fingers

. Fortunately, my mother thoughtfully ordered two extra sandwiches and bacon, which finally filled my

empty stomach.
My mother, Mei Yu, and Yang Naijin ate slowly and elegantly, their white teeth and red lips exuding

a unique charm. But I devoured my food in no time.

After finishing my cup of coffee with milk, which was rather weak, I looked up and saw Yang Naijin's somewhat disdainful gaze. She

turned her head away when she saw me look up, but a contemptuous smile still lingered on her lips.
It's not that I'm particularly interested in Yang Naijin, but since I entered this social circle,

there have been very few women who can truly ignore my appearance. Yang Naijin is the most

obvious example. I think my outfit today is quite neat: an ivory-white square-collar shirt, a dark

red silk tie, a well-tailored light gray suit, and Prada dress shoes. Before I left,

my mother even shaved my beard clean. My well-defined features, combined with my

tall and even more handsome and distinguished.
But when Yang Naijin saw me smiling and getting up to greet them, she only opened her

big, bright eyes and looked at me briefly before quickly turning her gaze away from my face. From then on, she never

looked at me directly again. Yet, I clearly saw a hint of surprise and suspicion, and a trace of

barely Why did she change her attitude so quickly? This puzzled me greatly.
In contrast to Yang Naijin's unusual attitude was her mother, the elegant and beautiful Mei Yu, who seemed to

appreciate me quite a bit. Upon meeting me, she immediately pulled me to her side and examined me closely. After listening to my mother's somewhat exaggerated

introduction, she nodded and smiled in approval. Even while chatting with my mother, she would

occasionally glance in my direction, and the electric light emanating from her beautiful almond-shaped eyes warmed my heart.
"Sister, I really admire you. You're so young, and your son is already so grown up, and

you've raised him to be so outstanding." Mei Yu took a sip of black tea, her slender hands holding the delicate white porcelain teacup. Her

five fingers were even whiter than the teacup itself. Her posture while drinking tea was incredibly graceful, in no way

inferior to her mother's.
"Sister, you flatter me. You are the one who truly knows how to raise children. Xiao Jin has always been one of the top students in her school

, and she's attending the best university in the area. And look how beautiful she's become! Standing next to you, she looks like

a twin sister. I think in a few years, Xiao Jin will catch up with you." My mother

always readily accepts praise for me, so it's rare to see her so humble in front of strangers.
Her mother's words were perfectly timed, and Mei Yu was clearly pleased. She flashed a smile, revealing a set of pearly white

teeth , as charming as a blooming rose. Even I, standing beside her, was captivated. Her gaze

swept over me, and seeing my entranced expression, she seemed a little embarrassed, raising her teacup to cover her smile. Then, she straightened her

expression and said, "Sister is already an old lady; how can she compare to a young girl?" "Mom, you're not old

at all ! If I were your age and as beautiful as you and Aunt Li, I'd be perfectly content,"

Yang Naijin interjected before Mei Yu could finish speaking, her eyes filled with

admiration .
"You silly child, there's no reason for family to praise each other like that. Luckily, your Aunt Li and Brother Xiao Yan aren't outsiders,

or people would laugh at us," Mei Yu smiled and shook her head at her daughter.
"Sister, you're being too modest. Everyone knows you were one of the most beautiful women in Huaihai City back then,

a rare beauty with both talent and looks. You became a full professor at twenty-six and the youngest

judge at the division level in the city. If you had insisted on pursuing a career in politics back then..." Mom stopped abruptly, realizing something was amiss, and

quickly stopped talking.
"Those are all old stories. Why bring them up? Look at me now, I'm managing the family quite well."

Mei Yu didn't show any obvious displeasure, just smiled faintly.

Mom nodded in relief and changed the subject.
"Yes, a woman's most important thing in life is her children. Look at Xiao Jin, she's completely inherited your wisdom and

beauty. Any family that has such a good daughter-in-law in the future will be blessed with a great treasure." Mom quickly

seized the opportunity, steer the conversation in the direction she intended.
It was clear that Mom's praise of Mei Yu was genuine. You wouldn't guess that this

smiling , gentle, and kind woman had once been a strong, independent woman. She certainly possessed

the air of an intellectual woman, something cultivated only by a good higher education and family upbringing—a quality also prominently displayed in

Yang Naijin .
"Shitou, aren't you right?" Mom gestured towards me with her lips. I was lost in my own thoughts,

my gaze fixed on Mei Yu's stunning face, and didn't hear Mom call me until she called

again. Then I snapped out of my reverie. All three of them were staring at me. Mom's eyes held a mixture of doubt and

concern , Yang Naijin's eyes flashed with disdain, and Mei Yu's beautiful eyes met my dazed gaze.

A blush rose on her fair, delicate face, but her jewel-like eyes met mine directly.

My gaze, serene and clear, made her look away, almost unable to meet my eyes.
"Little Jin is so beautiful and talented; most people aren't good enough for her. I think she probably

hasn't considered these things," I said tactfully, expressing my meaning.

What does it matter to me how beautiful you are? I have no intention of marrying you, so why pretend?
My words surprised Yang Naijin. She finally looked at me seriously, her face

less .
"Mom, I'm still so young, and you're already thinking about marrying me off? I want to

stay ," Yang Naijin said to Mei Yu, her voice slightly pleading.
"Silly child, a girl will eventually get married. You can't stay by my side forever. You'll

eventually be someone's wife, someone's mother. I can't keep you here even if I wanted to," Mei Yu

sighed, though she loved her daughter's affection.
"Mom, my career is just starting out. I don't want to be tied down by marriage and family so early.

What's the point of being a housewife? It has no value in life." As soon as Yang Naijin finished speaking,

the two looked rather displeased. The clever and quick-witted Yang Naijin immediately realized that she had said something that

clearly belittled her mother and Bai Liyuan.
"Mom, Aunt Li, that's not what I meant. I didn't mean to look down on housewives.

Please don't take it to heart." Yang Naijin quickly tried to explain. Her mother waved her hand to indicate that it was okay,

but her expression was still somewhat unnatural.
Mei Yu's noble and dignified face remained expressionless. She simply smiled gently and said

softly , "Mom is indeed just an ordinary housewife, but my greatest joy in life is

taking good care of my family and raising you to adulthood. You are my life's value, and I already feel that I have accomplished something great."

"Mom, you will always be the most beautiful and outstanding woman in my heart." Yang Naijin's voice was slightly choked with

sobs. I could see that her eyes were already a little red, and tears were faintly visible in her beautiful eyes. It seemed that

her slip of the tongue earlier had made her very remorseful, fearing that her careless words had hurt her mother.
"Alright, Xiaojin, don't blame yourself too much. A mother and child are connected at heart. If you're unhappy, your mother won't feel good either

. A good child shouldn't make her mother sad, understand?" Seeing that both mother and daughter were a bit emotional, the

mother intervened at just the right moment. She gently comforted Yang Naijin, then turned to Meiyu

and said, "Sister, you see, we've been so busy talking about our own family matters here that the two children haven't had a chance to say

a few words. Why don't we go shopping together and let the children chat and talk to each other, okay?" Meiyu

also felt that her daughter's mood was low because of her presence, so she nodded in agreement, stood up,

picked up her handbag, and said, "Your Aunt Li is so thoughtful. It's good for you two to chat or shop together

. Just don't wander off on your own. We'll call you over for lunch when we've finished shopping and picked out a place."

"Especially Xiao Jin, you're not allowed to be willful or act recklessly. You should properly ask Gao Yan for advice. He just

returned from studying abroad; he definitely knows more than you. Girls should be humble." Mei Yu repeatedly reminded Yang Naijin

, while my mother just playfully gave me a thumbs-up. Then, the two elegant

women walked out hand in hand, their four long, shapely legs disappearing

from our sight with the sound of their high heels clicking on the ground.
I withdrew my gaze from their departing figures, finally letting out a long sigh of relief. I unbuttoned my suit jacket,

stretched lazily as if no one else was around, and adjusted myself into the most relaxed position, leaning back against the leather

sofa . This kind of blind date setting is really not suitable for me. On one hand, I have to follow my mother's instructions to present a sunny

and ambitious image, and on the other hand, I have to endure the awkwardness of being ignored by this self-important little beauty next to me.

Seeing the two beautiful women had already left, I no longer needed to worry about my image and returned to my true self.
My sudden change in attitude surprised Yang Naijin. However, when she saw me lounging

on the sofa with my suit jacket open, she arrogantly raised her long neck again, chuckled lightly through her nose, and gave me

a "I knew you were like this" look.
Her arrogance ignited a nameless anger in me, and I couldn't help but ask, "Excuse me, what's so funny?

Tell me so I can have a laugh too." "What did you say? Are you talking to me?" Yang Naijin seemed to have just

noticed my presence, turning her head and feigning surprise.
"There's only one living person in front of me, why would I talk to a ghost?" I said, my face darkening.
"Is that so? I'm just laughing at some ridiculous people and things, what's it to you? Why are you acting so aggressive

?" Yang Naijin's sharp tongue left me speechless. I was no match for this little brat when it came to arguing

. I had to change my strategy; I couldn't let this girl keep the upper hand.
I abruptly stood up, tossing my suit jacket onto the sofa and

leaning . She never expected me to be so agile and was caught completely off guard. By

the time she realized what was happening, my face was only three fingers' width away from hers.
Even at such close range, her face was flawless; her milky white

skin delicate and smooth, and her thin lips were painted with a touch of vibrant red lip gloss. Her beautiful, sparkling eyes

darted nervously from side to side, as if searching for a way to escape me.
But my gaze was fixed on her, and Yang Naijin was powerless to resist my gaze or

escape my direct stare. We were so close we could hear each other's heartbeats and the varying lengths of our breaths

. If before Yang Naijin had deliberately avoided looking at me, now she couldn't look away. The way her

beautiful eyes looked at me seemed to have an indescribable quality, as if she wasn't looking at me,

but at someone else entirely, her gaze distant and lingering.
Hearing the increasingly heavy breathing coming from Yang Naijin's nostrils, my gaze swept downwards. Beneath her pale

yellow two firm mounds rose and fell. Her gaze towards me grew increasingly strange. I

sensed something was amiss with her, and fearing things might get out of hand if I pressed on any longer, and besides, I had achieved the effect I

wanted , I withdrew my gaze, stood up, and gently stroked her high, delicate nose.

I scraped my nose before turning back to my seat.
My series of surprise attacks had achieved the desired result. Yang Naijin appeared noticeably weaker under my aura

, and this time she was the one avoiding my gaze. A faint blush graced her face, and she frowned slightly,

saying reproachfully, "Why did you touch my nose for no reason?" "I saw your face was a little dirty, so I wiped it clean for you.

You should thank me, you know?" I flashed an irresistible smile, replying somewhat flippantly.
"You...you're so shameless." My words left Yang Naijin speechless with anger. Her face flushed red, and she looked very angry,

but it seemed that cursing was not her forte, so she opened her mouth but couldn't utter many unpleasant words.
By this time, I had the upper hand and was too lazy to press her any further.

I simply ignored and picked up a magazine to read. This time, it was her turn to get restless. Seeing my nonchalant attitude,

as if no one else was around, she pouted her bright red lips and said rudely, "Hey, did you come

here just to read magazines?" I ignored her and continued reading my magazine.
"Hey, are you deaf?" Yang Naijin got even angrier at my attitude. She rolled up a magazine

and poked my arm with it. This girl was surprisingly strong.
"Why aren't you answering me?" "Hey, hey, hey, talk to me!"...
Once this girl got angry, she couldn't stop. She no longer maintained her ladylike image and

started shouting as if no one else was around. The volume grew louder and louder, attracting the attention of the surrounding customers. The waiters in the distance stood

watching anxiously, not daring to step forward to stop her.
"Were you calling me just now?" I asked, feigning sudden realization and an innocent expression. I

couldn't stay silent any longer; if she kept making a scene, people would laugh at me.
"I remember I have a name. I'm not called 'Hey' or 'Hey.' Didn't your mother teach you

to call people by their names?" My sharp retort left Yang Naijin speechless.
"You…" Yang Naijin bit her lower lip, wanting to retort, only to realize she was completely at a disadvantage and

unable to respond.
"I don't care who it is, I can't be bothered with you anyway." Yang Naijin couldn't win an argument with me, so she said this and

sat back down in her seat. She took out a brand new iPhone and started playing with it. Suddenly, the game music

started . My gaze inadvertently drifted over from the newspaper. She seemed to be completely focused

on the game on her phone. She would pout and smile, her emotions fluctuating with the progress of the game.

After a while, I don't know if she encountered a difficult level in the game, but she bit her red lips and repeated the level several times seriously

. She failed every time. Finally, she lost patience, turned off the game, and sat there

sulking .
Yang Naijin held her phone in both hands, silent for a long time. I followed her gaze and saw

her eyes fixed on an ornament embedded in the back of the phone case—a

Chinese knot handmade with red thread. The craftsmanship looked quite exquisite, but the red thread appeared somewhat aged, as if it had been there

for a long time. The technique and workmanship were unlike those commercially available products, yet they seemed

strangely familiar .
"Give up. You won't be able to wait for him to come back," I suddenly said, breaking the tense

silence .
"What?" Yang Naijin was clearly not expecting me to speak and asked in surprise.
"If you don't want to create trouble for yourself, you'd better give up the idea that he will come back

. That's impossible," I added.
"You... how did you know?" Yang Naijin's red lips formed an "O," showing the

great shock she had received.
"I know you've been waiting for someone. You haven't known him for long, but he's very important

to ." My gaze sharpened suddenly, but Yang Naijin didn't flinch. Instead,

she stared at me intently, as if she held immense hope for what I was saying.
"Ever since that person left, you've kept yourself tightly shut. You've been hoping

he'd come back to you." "But that person can't come back. You'd better give up on that fantasy."

I said coldly, turning my attention back to the magazine.

Yang Naijin remained silent for a long time, then suddenly burst into a silvery laugh. As she laughed, she

said, "Hahaha, you're so funny, you know?" "You already knew all this

. Aunt Li told you after hearing it from Mom, didn't she?" She crossed her long, slender arms

and glanced at me with a raised eyebrow.
"Miss, I knew nothing about you an hour ago. If your mother told me anything, it

was right under your nose. Did you hear what she said?" I remained unmoved, maintaining my

faint smile.
"Impossible. You must have found out through some channel." Yang Naijin scrutinized me suspiciously,

as if trying to find clues.
"Heh, think what you want." I smiled calmly, the confidence in my eyes leaving

Yang Naijin speechless.
She sat there uneasily for a while, then bit her lip and finally spoke.
"Then tell me, how did you know?" I didn't speak, but simply held up two fingers and glanced at

my eyes.
"Are you kidding me? You mean you can discover so much just by observing?" Yang Naijin

shook her head vigorously. "I don't believe you're that amazing." I smiled slightly and pointed to

the phone in her hand.
"My phone, what's wrong?" Yang Naijin picked up her phone, looking at it from left to right without finding

anything .
"Your phone is Apple's latest iPhone, released less than six months ago.

It hasn't been ; you can only buy it through overseas channels, but that's not a problem for you."

"Clearly, you really like this phone, otherwise you wouldn't have gone to so much trouble to buy it, and you

even thoughtfully got a protective case for its beautiful aluminum alloy back." I explained slowly, pointing to the phone

.
"However, there's an ornament on the protective case of your expensive phone, and this ornament..."

"It's a handmade Chinese knot. You can't buy this kind of phone decoration on the market at all, which shows you must

really love it, otherwise you wouldn't have decorated your phone with it." "That's true, but

what does what you're saying have to do with that person?" Yang Naijin continued to press.
I took the phone from her, turned it over, and showed her the Chinese knot on the back, saying, "Look

, there are two irregular cuts at the top of this knot. Any craftsman with a little common sense wouldn't

leave such obvious marks. The only explanation is that these two cuts were made later." Yang Naijin

didn't answer, but her gaze confirmed my analysis.
"The so-called Chinese knot actually evolved from the knotted rope record-keeping of our ancestors in ancient times. Its original

purpose was to decorate the jade worn by nobles. In recent years, through the research and study of scholars and

the promotion of its related cultural connotations, it has truly become an independent craft." Yang Naijin was probably

hearing this for the first time, so she stared intently at the phone in my hand, which was both familiar and unfamiliar to her.
"But its most important function is still to attach to valuable items, serving

the purpose . Therefore, craftsmen usually leave two holes at the top of the Chinese knot for threading, to adapt to various

usage environments." I gently moved my finger across the Chinese knot, carefully analyzing the knot's body.
"Obviously, your knot also had two holes, and now those two holes have been cut off. The cut is very

neat there's no pilling, indicating that you cut it yourself, not due to natural wear and tear or external force

. You even carefully glued the cut back on with pine resin, showing how much you cherish this knot. This is definitely not the kind of

treatment you'd get with ornaments bought in a store." My analysis just now convinced Yang Naijin. A hint of admiration appeared in her eyes as she

looked at me, but she still persisted, asking, "Since you say

this knot is so important to me, why did I cut it off, if I cherished it as much as you say?"

"This isn't hard to explain. Originally, there was a hole here for threading a cord, through which you could attach the knot

to a phone with a lanyard hole. Unfortunately, the latest iPhones don't have a lanyard hole, so you had to abandon the cord. This

rendered the original thread hole useless and affected the visual appeal, so you

reluctantly cut it off. The purpose was to keep the knot as a decoration on your ever-present item,

your phone." "Phone phones are constantly in contact with your hands, cheeks, and various pockets, and are

greatly affected by the acids in your sweat. Judging from the color and wear of this fabric, it's

been at least 5 or 6 years. Judging from your clothing and the phone you use, you're a

girl who really likes the latest trends, but no matter how many phones you change, you still keep this accessory. This proves

that its meaning to you isn't just simple decoration. The best explanation is that it represents someone you can't

forget." As I spoke, I handed the phone back to her.
"Why do you say this Chinese knot was a gift from someone else? Does that mean I can't make it myself? I really

enjoy things I make myself, isn't that normal?" Yang Naijin took the phone and gently

placed it on the table. I noticed she kept it face down, making the Chinese knot even more conspicuous.
"Hehe, this Chinese knot isn't big, but the craftsmanship is quite complex. You're a smart

girl, but handicrafts aren't your forte." Before Yang Naijin could retort, I reached out and took her slender hand

from the table, gently spreading her palm on the surface, and began to comment on it.
"Your hands are beautiful, that's for sure, but these lovely little hands aren't suited for delicate

handicrafts. Unless you're willing to remove these exquisite little butterflies from your fingernails, they'll only snag on

anything that's prone to fraying, like the red thread of this Chinese knot." Her hands were slender and long,

with tiny, delicate gold 3D butterflies inlaid on each of her fair and tender fingertips, set in pink-painted nails. These

butterflies, though small, were all lifelike and vivid, adding

a lot of . It seemed like a considerable amount of money and time had been spent on maintaining them.
"Your fingers are long and straight, and your skin is very delicate, which means you've lived

a pampered and haven't done any heavy work. The pads of your middle and index fingers are slightly flatter than the other fingertips,

which is typical of people who frequently type on a keyboard. In short, there's no

evidence on these hands that you could make this knot." I held Yang Naijin's hand and analyzed it seriously. I think every word I said hit the nail on the

head. Yang Naijin's attention was completely drawn to me, and her expression was one of complete

agreement . Only after I finished my analysis did she realize that her hand was still in my grasp. Her face flushed red,

and she hurriedly withdrew her hand. Although it was only a few minutes, I could already feel the delicacy and slenderness of her hand,

and a hint of reverie couldn't help but cross my mind.
The scene just now made us both a little awkward. Yang Naijin turned her head away, avoiding my gaze,

and asked, "Even if you're right, and I didn't make this knot myself, how did you figure out that

the person who gave it to me was a man? It could have been a gift from my mother." I laughed out loud, leaving

Yang Naijin confused. She scolded me, a little annoyed, "You're always so annoying! Just answer my question

, why are you laughing?" "My dear lady, isn't there a clear '恩' (en, meaning 'gratitude') on this knot?

Neither your name nor your aunt's name contain that character, and your aunt wouldn't give you a piece of jewelry with that character on it—that would be too

impolite you to give this to your aunt. So, this character must be a man's name. A

piece of jewelry with a man's name on it that you cherish so much must have been given to you by the owner of that name. Therefore

, we can conclude that this man must be very important to you, which is why you've kept this gift for so many years." This time, I

didn't keep teasing her and quickly gave my analysis.
"You deduced it like that? That's too simplistic!" Yang Naijin

looked .
"I knew you'd say that. Of course it seems simple after my explanation," I shrugged helplessly and

shook my head.
"Then how did you know I was waiting for him? Where did you get that idea?" Yang Naijin continued to ask.
"Well, if this man were by your side, with your beauty, would you be afraid of not being able to handle him?

If you had already found the person you wanted, would you still be here playing this boring game of blind dating?

If you hadn't been unable to let go of that person, you wouldn't have treated me so badly today, right?"

To be precise, my last words lacked any basis in reasoning and were entirely based on my intuition

. However, I spoke with such confidence that it was hard to believe it was true

.
"Tch, I thought you were so amazing. Turns out you just have to guess." Yang Naijin

spat out a bit of disdain. However, my words, which were three parts criticism and seven parts praise, still pleased her. The corners of her bright red

lips curved upwards, and her gaze towards me lost its previous disdain, turning

into admiration and appreciation.
Just as I was about to offer a few more words of explanation, Yang Naijin's iPhone rang with a pleasant, clear strains of traditional Chinese music.

She answered the phone, said a few words, and then hung up, saying to me, "Mom just said that she and Aunt Li have

almost and want us to go to the South Beauty restaurant on the fourth floor now." I nodded, stood up to pay the bill, and then walked side-by-side with Yang Naijin towards the elevator

. After our earlier conversation, the inexplicable

distance between us had lessened considerably. Yang Naijin no longer wore that haughty expression and instead displayed

the youthful energy of a girl her age. We chatted quite amicably along the way.

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