Chapter 233: Chapter 233: Arrange a Boyfriend for Her Chapter 233: Chapter 233: Arrange a Boyfriend for Her “Thank you, but I won’t buy clothes,” Jiang Zhe flatly refused.

Ding Yuehua: “…”

Recalling that Jiang Zhe really had been wearing the school uniform all this time without any intention of changing, Ding Yuehua also realized that what she said lacked persuasive power.

After thinking for a moment, her tone still very gentle, she said, “Then come over and join Xuexue for a meal. I would like to ask for your advice about buying gifts for her grandfather, and I also want to get something for her aunt, as well as Enci. I’m not quite sure about their preferences and I’m afraid of making the wrong choices.”

Jiang Zhe thought for a moment before replying, “Okay.”

She gave the address and asked Ding Yuehua to come over.

After hanging up, Ding Yuehua felt displeased but still went at the agreed time.

After saying goodbye to Cheng Lu, Ding Yuehua quickly arrived.

Ding Yuehua smiled as she looked at Jiang Zhe, only to realize that aside from being cold, Jiang Zhe was truly very attractive, her face stunningly beautiful, even more so than Ding Xuexue, who had always been brought up in luxury.

Even dressed in a school uniform, her beauty wasn’t compromised in the slightest.

“Weren’t we going to buy something? Let’s go,” Jiang Zhe said.

Without much desire to shop, Ding Yuehua replied, “It’s about time for dinner, let’s eat first and then shop. I’ve wanted to invite you to a meal alone for a long time, but never got the chance. This will also give me a chance to cook something.”

Jiang Zhe followed Ding Yuehua to a private room in a nearby restaurant, her expression indifferent.

Seeing her beauty and feeling her coldness, but also finding her easy to handle, Ding Yuehua’s mood settled a bit.

Inside the private room, Yao Xiangzhi was already seated.

Hearing the sound of the door, Yao Xiangzhi stood up: “Yuehua.”

“Cousin,” Ding Yuehua said to Jiang Zhe, “This is my cousin; you can just call her Auntie. Cousin, this is my niece, Xiaozhe.”

Jiang Zhe glanced at Yao Xiangzhi, who had the air of an official’s wife, with her hair neatly pinned up and carrying an exquisite purse, trying hard to exude friendliness.

“Oh, the children who come from the Jiang Family are all good-looking. Look at the appearance, the demeanor,” Yao Xiangzhi initially thought that Jiang Zhe wouldn’t be very attractive and that her son would not be too pleased.

But seeing her now, Yao Xiangzhi was sure that her son would have no issues with Jiang Zhe’s looks.

However, Yao Xiangzhi was still unsure about Jiang Zhe’s intentions.

Then again, when it came down to it, how capable could a girl from a small place be? Handling her was just a matter of moments.

Jiang Zhe picked a spot to sit down, facing Yao Xiangzhi’s gaze. She looked back coldly, meeting Yao Xiangzhi’s eyes squarely.

Yao Xiangzhi, too, had been an official’s wife for many years, generally adept at dealing with people, never at a disadvantage in a stare-down. Yet, when Jiang Zhe looked at her so directly, a sense of fear unexpectedly rose from the depths of her heart.

“Cousin, Xiaozhe is a kind-hearted child. She came to accompany me after hearing I wanted to pick out gifts for the elders. Isn’t she sensible?” Ding Yuehua said with a smile.

With her attention diverted by those words, Yao Xiangzhi ignored the extremely strange feeling that had just arisen inside her.

She even found it amusing. Jiang Zhe was indeed very pretty, but why should she fear her?

If there was anything to truly fear, it was that Jiang Zhe didn’t yet know that tonight’s dinner was actually a matchmaking meal.

But if she knew that the match being introduced was Chen Bo’an, the son whom her husband and she held in high regard, Jiang Zhe might be thrilled rather than apprehensive.

Yao Xiangzhi was indeed confident in her son’s social status; aside from the boy’s own shortcomings, a family of equal social standing might not look favorably upon him, but to be paired with Jiang Zhe, it should be more than adequate.

“Xiaozhe really is sensible. I’ve heard your aunt speak of you many times, and she always sings your praises. She says you’re understanding and filial,” Yao Xiangzhi said with a smile.

At this point in the conversation, even if only out of courtesy, it was Jiang Zhe’s turn to say something polite.

Yao Xiangzhi deliberately paused, waiting for Jiang Zhe to respond.

However, Jiang Zhe did not respond; she just listened to their conversation, her expression indifferent, showing no intention of engaging in the dialogue.

Yao Xiangzhi glanced at Ding Yuehua, who communicated with her eyes that this was just Jiang Zhe’s temperament.

With Jiang Zhe remaining silent, Yao Xiangzhi had to start a new topic: “Xiaozhe, do you plan on applying to universities in Beijing? Have you thought about which school you want to go to?”

“Haven’t thought about it,” Jiang Zhe said, fidgeting with her phone, her expression indifferent.

To say she wasn’t listening attentively to the conversation was not entirely true—she was all ears—but to say she was earnestly listening was again too hasty, given her quick refusal.

Yao Xiangzhi patiently said, “If there is a school you fancy, just let me know. As long as it’s not Beijing University or something of that caliber, I can still help you out in this regard.”

Without revealing some incentives, she feared she couldn’t win Jiang Zhe over.

For a young girl of this age with less than outstanding grades, an admission letter from a university in Beijing would be quite attractive.

Suddenly, the corners of Jiang Zhe’s lips turned up: “But I’m only interested in universities like Beijing University. What should I do then?”

Yao Xiangzhi: “…”

Ding Yuehua: “…”

Seeing that Jiang Zhe didn’t seem to be joking, the two exchanged glances.

Ding Yuehua helped steer the conversation elsewhere: “There’s still one semester left; it’s not too late to talk about this later.”

“Yes, there’s plenty of time,” Yao Xiangzhi chimed in, “But if you come to Beijing to study in half a year, you’ll need to start planning early.”

Jiang Zhe looked up at the two of them.

Just sitting there, her expression casual, she always gave Yao Xiangzhi the impression of being looked down upon.

Yao Xiangzhi’s tone was seemingly caring, with a bit of heartfelt advice: “Xiaozhe, getting into a university in Beijing isn’t easy, especially for students whose grades are not stable. It’s better to prepare early. Otherwise, it will be too late to figure things out when the time comes.”

“Yes, every year so many people want to stay in Beijing, but just the problems of school registration and household registration stop many. If there’s a chance, it’s not bad to plan ahead,” Ding Yuehua also added.

They believed that any girl hearing these words would consider them carefully.

“You don’t have a boyfriend, do you, Xiaozhe?” Yao Xiangzhi asked, changing the subject and finally getting to the point.

“What does it matter if I do or if I don’t?” Jiang Zhe took out a pack of gum, poured two pieces into her mouth, and began to chew.

In front of elders, this was an extremely impolite action.

But Yao Xiangzhi and Ding Yuehua were preoccupied with other thoughts and didn’t bother with such details.

Seeing an opportune moment, Yao Xiangzhi said, “Actually, having a boyfriend early on isn’t a bad thing for a girl. Especially a local Beijing boy from a decent family, in the future, it will be beneficial to you without any disadvantages.”

Jiang Zhe knew from the moment she received Ding Yuehua’s call that the purpose of her visit was not simply to buy something; it was far from being that simple.