Chapter 8 Misunderstood Matchmaking 2

Wen Wan hadn't expected the blind date to be in Diyang, a place where only the wealthy could afford to dine. Tiantian's employer must be the daughter of some rich family. She had only one goal in spending money, which was to hope that the other party wouldn't take a liking to "herself". But why didn't she come to the date herself?

Wen Wan figured it might be because the employer was as beautiful as a flower but didn't want to disguise herself, so she decided to spend money on hiring someone.

But what kind of place was Diyang? Wen Wan's attire immediately got her stopped by the doorman, who even thought she was a lunatic. At last, after verification, they let her in!

The greeter led Wen Wan up to the eighth floor, and along the way, he couldn't help but give her a few extra glances, as if he was looking at some kind of monster!

Wen Wan pushed up the black-framed glasses on her nose, already regretting having agreed to Tiantian's request. As she reached the door, she became a bit nervous, so she took a couple of deep breaths and walked in with a stiff smile.

The private room's decor was elegant, with a gray and blue color scheme dominating. There were valuable potted plants on either side of the entry, and looking downwards, the pebble-covered floor gave the illusion of a secluded path leading somewhere hidden.

It was just that, as soon as she saw the man sitting in front of the dining table, the smile on her lips immediately stiffened—

Sitting in the seat of honor, Mo Siluo was flipping through the menu, his long lashes drooping as if not even fluttering in response to the woman who had come in.

Wen Wan froze in place, infatuated with the man for quite a while, until he lifted his gaze to look at her. In an instant, her heart was thrown into disarray. The man was really good-looking! This was the voice inside Wen Wan's heart.

His thick brows were slightly furrowed, and the depth of his black eyes seemed to possess a captivating magic, staring at her as if to see right through her. The high bridge of his nose naturally carried an aristocratic air, while his lightly pursed lips conveyed a sense of distance.

So cold, Wen Wan felt, this man's aura was strong, strong enough to draw her in, yet his overall chilliness kept her from daring to approach.

Upon seeing Wen Wan's attire, Mo Siluo's brows furrowed slightly, his examining gaze carried a hint of inquiry, but it quickly returned to normal as he spoke indifferently, "Miss Chen?"

It was only then that Wen Wan snapped back to reality, and when she remembered her current outfit, she felt the urge to bang her head against a wall.

"Sit," Mo Siluo said, his eyes fixed on Wen Wan's, as if he had already understood something.

When Wen Wan became nervous, she had a habit of pushing her glasses. She gave the man an awkward nod and then sat down opposite him.

Mo Siluo casually ordered a few dishes, and Wen Wan kept her head down the whole time, not daring to look at the man's expression, afraid that she would see a hint of disdain in his eyes.

Perhaps because the Mo Family had dining rules, Mo Siluo didn't speak again afterwards.

From time to time, Wen Wan stole glances at the man, thinking to herself that she was here for a blind date today! Was it possible that he wasn't interested in her, but due to his status, he had to finish the meal? Wen Wan felt that this was highly likely. Although her mission was accomplished, her heart felt somewhat uncomfortable.

After the meal, Mo Siluo immediately stood up. The waiter at once brought over the suit jacket that was hanging on a rack and handed it to the man.

Observing from such a close range, Wen Wan noticed that aside from possessing a handsome face, the man also had the perfect build for suits. The handmade suit he wore was scrupulously crafted, obviously the work of a famous designer.

His white shirt beneath the suit jacket had its collar slightly open. Staring at the man's Adam's apple moving, Wen Wan subconsciously swallowed, her gaze meeting his – and guiltily, she looked away.

Finished, she was finished! Her face must be completely red by now! This man might seem very abstinent, yet every move he made was seductively illegal!