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Chapter 277 The Injury Was Not Deep
"Good grief, you're going to continue?"

"correct."

"Why not?" the rich woman said earnestly. "The fact that he went on blind dates behind his sugar daddy's back means he wants to walk the straight path."

"To admit one's mistakes and correct them is the greatest virtue. I think we should give him a chance."

What do you think, Teacher Zhang?

"I think... there's some truth to that." Zhang Zhe nodded reluctantly.

Actually, that handsome guy might not necessarily want to take the right path. If he wanted to take the right path, he should have saved money early, accumulated capital, and escaped control.

His situation is more like this: he wants to rely on his good looks to find an honest girl to "marry" in the last few years of his youth, which is to say, he wants to seize the last bit of his youth.

Perhaps the woman who was her sugar daddy is no longer young, or perhaps she has found a younger man through a different kind of rivalry.

After all, there are quite a few male college students who want to be kept by their boyfriends these days, and he doesn't have much of an advantage now that he's in his early 30s.

In short, he does intend to go ashore, but he probably hasn't done so yet.

"If you're thinking of poaching him, it won't be easy," Zhang Zhe said, pouring cold water on the rich woman's hopes. "From what I see right now, you're probably just one of his fish."

"Does he keep my fish?" The woman laughed angrily: "I'm the only daughter of an A9 family, and he's a gigolo. He keeps my fish?"

“You are A9’s only daughter, that’s true, but he can go directly to A9 himself,” Zhang Zhe said with a smile. “To be honest, his fish-raising skills are no worse than yours.”

"..." The rich woman thought for a moment, then nodded silently, admitting that what Zhang Zhe said did make some sense.

Her biggest advantage over the other fish in the pond right now is her wealth.

Given the man's level of expertise, he may have already realized that she was not an ordinary A8.

That gives us a reason to support her.

Otherwise, I would have blocked her long ago.

"Teacher Zhang, how confident are you in your analysis?" The wealthy woman thought carefully and said, "If you are confident, I will confront him directly."

"Ask him who the old witch behind him really is."

"If he's not as good as me, then I'll just let him come with me."

“This…” Zhang Zhe hesitated for a moment before answering.

If the prediction is wrong, there's a risk of ruining the brand.

At this moment, Zhang Zhe finally felt the difference between online and offline, and understood why those people at the Zhiyin matchmaking agency would subconsciously add embellishments after saying a sentence.

They must be terrified of low-probability events.

What if that handsome guy was just there for a normal blind date? If the rich woman listened to Zhang Zhe's advice and went to confront him, only to end up looking foolish, wouldn't she come back and cause trouble for his matchmaking agency?

"If you can let me meet the man, I can increase the accuracy to 90%."

“Meeting is not an option.” The rich woman shook her head: “He’s a very sensitive person, and you’re so handsome. He might misunderstand our relationship.”

“That makes sense.” Zhang Zhe nodded. Being handsome has its downsides; it makes you too easy to be seen as a rival.

"Could you call him and ask him a few questions?"

Zhang Zhe took out paper and pen:
"As I write, you can ask me a few questions to improve the accuracy to over 80%."

"That's no problem."

"Teacher Zhang, are you available now? I can ask right away."

"Okay, then you can call him. I'll start writing down the questions now."

……

Two minutes later, the wealthy woman chatted with her male friend for a while before receiving a note from Zhang Zhe.

Upon seeing the question above, she widened her eyes, looking as if she had seen a ghost.

But Zhang Zhe was engrossed in writing, and you could hear the rustling sound; he seemed to have no time to pay attention to her at all.

Zhang Zhe was really too busy. He was not only helping to think about the problem, but he also secretly used a "love potion" on the rich woman.

This time, they've spent a fortune to go the high-end route.

By now, the rich woman's senses have been greatly enhanced. She should be able to accurately detect even the slightest change in the man's tone of voice when he's on the phone.

The question Zhang Zhe asked was intended to cause a change in the man's emotions.

Seeing that Zhang Zhe was ignoring her, the rich woman could only read the note aloud:
"Oh, right, I forgot to tell you before, my cat can do backflips. Do you want to come over and see it tonight?"

"Why aren't you saying anything? Don't you believe me? You know I wouldn't lie to you." The wealthy woman, while speaking, suddenly muted her phone and then patted Zhang Zhe.
"Teacher Zhang, listen, listen! It sounds like a woman humming a song over there."

"It's okay, you can listen to it yourself." Zhang Zhe smiled and shook his head.

He didn't administer any medication, so he might not be able to hear clearly, and I won't waste my time.

"Okay, I'll continue."

"You need to quickly find a way to test him for me."

"OK, right away." Zhang Zhe showed a knowing expression and immediately handed over the second piece of paper.

The wealthy woman didn't think twice and just read it aloud.

When she realized something was wrong halfway through reciting, it was too late to stop, so she had to finish reciting it in one breath:

"You keep rejecting me like this, are you afraid I'll eat you up?"

"Or are you covered in other women's marks and afraid I'll find out? Don't worry, I won't do anything to you."

After the rich woman finished reading, she immediately wanted to cause trouble for Zhang Zhe, feeling that the matchmaker was ripping people off.

But the noise coming from her phone made her stop abruptly, as if she had pressed the pause button.

"I did not mean anything else."

"There's nothing I can do if that's how you think."

"Fine, fine, if you think it's my problem, then so be it..."

A moment later, she put down her phone with a sad expression. At that moment, Zhang Zhe had just finished writing his third question, and she hadn't even had a chance to look at it before it ended.

"Teacher Zhang, do you know what I just heard?"

"You don't need to tell me, it's enough for you to know this yourself." Zhang Zhe shook his head. He wasn't curious; he was just regretful that he hadn't finished asking the questions he had carefully prepared.

He originally wanted the rich woman to say that her A8 was fake, and that she was actually from an ordinary A7 family, in order to test the man's reaction.

Let's see if he's faking surprise or genuinely surprised.

"Why don't you want to know?" the wealthy woman asked, frowning. "You already know the answer, don't you?"

"Teacher Zhang, your expression has already given you away."

“…” Zhang Zhe nodded helplessly: “I can guess a little bit.”

Even now, the rich woman's super-strong perception was still there, and Zhang Zhe's micro-expressions were easily captured.

His act is so fake, he might as well just tell the truth:
"Did you hear another woman call him something? Was it 'husband' or 'darling'?"

“A woman called him ‘husband’ from far away, probably from the balcony.” The rich woman nodded. “I vaguely remember that woman’s voice. She must have called him before. He said he was the boss’s wife, the company’s finance manager.”

"He was deliberately trying to get back at me, clearly trying to change the subject and get me emotional, so I wouldn't hear anything else..."

“Then it all matches up.” Zhang Zhe nodded. “Anyway, that’s how it is. You can decide the rest yourself.”

"Ah."

"Teacher Zhang, do you have a room here? I'd like to be alone for a while."

"Yes, yes." Zhang Zhe was thinking about how to help the rich woman get through the period when the love potion was in effect smoothly, and preferably without leaving any hidden dangers.

So the other person actually wants to be alone? That's great.

"Teacher Zhang, you seem very happy? I need to be alone for a while. What's there to be happy about?"

"I'm happy because I charge by the hour. If you stay longer, I'll charge you more."

"Here, please."

Under the suspicious gaze of the rich woman, Zhang Zhe braced himself and invited her to the small reception room. Then he quickly went out, grabbed Lao Bai who was smoking, and told him not to go in for the time being.

"Got it?" Old Bai tossed away his cigarette butt and asked with a grin, "So? Who's the problem?"

“The man hasn’t come ashore yet,” Zhang Zhe explained simply, and Lao Bai understood everything.

"Holy crap, is that even possible? 666, I've learned something new."

"Shall we go then? Let's talk to her about the fees; it's time for me to collect the money for you."

"Don't rush, don't rush, Ms. Li needs to calm down now." Zhang Zhe pulled Lao Bai and said, "We need to give her some time, at least ten minutes."

"Ten minutes?" Old Bai nodded with a smile: "Then she recovered quite quickly. It seems the injury wasn't serious."

(End of this chapter)