Chapter 1 — Drunk Night And Unplanned Kiss

My older colleague wanted me to be a foster mother for her son. I thought the other person was a preschooler so I agreed. Who would have thought... Later, the "little wolf" two years younger than me would stop me on the sofa and ask in a hoarse voice: "... Adoptive mother?" 1 An older colleague and I at the new company became as close as sisters. She said she had a good relationship with me, insisted on making me a sisterhood, and enthusiastically asked me to be her son's adoptive mother. I thought she was old enough to have a child, probably just a preschooler. Who would have thought... That evening after work, there was a very handsome guy waiting in front of the company gate. Simple black T-shirt, wide shoulders and slim waist, just the right style. I couldn't help but glanced a few more times, then saw my colleague waving at him: "Son, over here!" Boy? I was stunned for a few seconds: "Sister, do you have another youngest son in your family?" “No.” She said, her face beaming with pride: "I only have one son, he graduated from a prestigious school and is a doctor." Doctor or not doesn't matter anymore... A guy half a head taller than me, now asking me to be his foster mother? It's better to kill me. I panicked and tried to run away, but unexpectedly she pulled me back enthusiastically: "Don't go, little sister, let your adopted son invite us out to eat tonight!" “…” I smiled bitterly. Before I could refuse, the other person stepped closer. "Mom." He called her very softly, but his voice was so soft that it was illegal. She squeezed my hand, excitedly introduced: "Jiang Zhi, this is Wen An An. I've seen it, you two are very compatible in age—" He frowned slightly, softly refused: "Mom, how many times have I told you, I don't want to fall in love right now." She glared at her son: "What nonsense, this is the little sister I just adopted!" "You two are very compatible in age, please adopt her as your adoptive mother." As soon as he finished speaking, the atmosphere suddenly became silent. “Foster mother?” Giang Chi raised his eyebrows slightly, then turned his head to look at me. Our eyes met, I unconsciously swallowed my saliva - this boy is truly an assassin, his physique is top-notch and his face is also perfectly shaped. His eyes glanced lightly over my face, suddenly curling his lips and smiling softly: "Adoptive mother... is that young?" I was speechless, unable to refute. Luckily, my colleague was strong and didn't give me time to protest, so she stuffed me into Giang Chi's car parked on the side of the road, and gave a straightforward order: "Drive, your new baby's mother will come to our place, take her out to eat local specialties." Giang Chi got in the car and glanced at me through the rearview mirror. His eyes seemed to curl slightly, he smiled slightly: "Okay." About ten minutes later, the car stopped in an open parking lot. Giang Chi unfastened his seat belt, got out of the car, opened the door for me, his eyes still stopped on me, as if smiling. “Please adoptive mother.” He seemed to have quickly accepted calling me "adoptive mother", those two words came out very naturally. After getting off the bus, Giang Chi led my colleague and I to a restaurant specializing in traditional dishes. Waiting until we were seated, he calmly introduced: "This restaurant is quite popular, you can try it." I nodded, a bit flustered, and could only quietly say thank you. My colleague is really enthusiastic. While pouring tea for me, she explained why she let Giang Chi accept me be a foster mother. Firstly, because she felt that she was very compatible with me, so she became sisters. Since she is her sworn sister, of course her son must be called his adoptive mother. Second is... She said, in her hometown, there is a custom that adopting adoptive parents will help promote prosperity and prosperity for children. I was dumbfounded when I heard it. I only know that children who are weak and weak can adopt big trees as foster parents to suppress evil spirits, but this is the first time I've heard of this type of peach flower promotion. She held my hand and sighed as if confiding: "Sister, tell me everything is good with Giang Chi, it's just that love is so slow, I really have a headache because of it..." Perhaps not wanting to listen to the nagging, Giang Chi immediately stood up and went to the bathroom. Seeing that he was gone, she lowered her voice and whispered: "Actually, at first I wanted you to be my daughter-in-law." “But…” – She sighed again – “It's a pity that Giang Chi… doesn't like girls.” My heart suddenly sank. It turns out... that's it. I said, why is such a great guy always single? It turns out it's "internal digestion". After Giang Chi turned back, my eyes looking at him also faded. At first, I thought it was natural to have an adopted son who was both handsome and charming. Thinking about it also made me excited, but who would have thought... it was an adopted daughter. What a pity. Just thinking about that made me lose my appetite, staring blankly at the table full of specialties. “What are you thinking, foster mother?” While I was in a daze, a piece of chicken stir-fried with chili appeared in my bowl. Raising my head, I saw Giang Chi's eyes looking at me, his eyebrows slightly raised. That face... is so beautiful that it makes people's hearts skip a beat. It was only then that I realized - the colleague next to me had disappeared somewhere. Just as he was about to open his mouth to ask, Giang Chi quickly answered first: "My mother went to the bathroom." "OH." I replied, the atmosphere fell into awkwardness again. To dispel that awkward atmosphere, I had to find something to talk about, asking bland questions like: "Where did you go to college?" “Medical School.” “What animal do you hold?” "Dragon." I asked a question, he answered a question, the atmosphere was still as tense as a string. I took a confused sip of tea and casually asked: "Ah... do you read novels?" "Have." As someone who loves reading stories, I immediately became enthusiastic: "So what genre do you like to read?" Under my attentive gaze, Giang Chi leaned back slightly, placed one hand loosely on the table, and nonchalantly uttered four words: "Stepmother's novel." 2 Giang Chi clearly spoke with a serious look, without any joking in his eyes, but I saw a hint of mockery hidden in the bottom of his eyes. “Stepmother novel…” He definitely said that on purpose. Why don't you just say it directly and say it's a "foster mother novel". I was scratching my head and thinking about how to refute when my colleague came back. With her sitting there, as expected, this meal became much more exciting. Her enthusiasm is truly contagious. But — When the meal was almost over, a little “little incident” happened. The second time she went to the bathroom, she met a lady from the card club, and was dragged to play cards with joy. Before leaving, she patted my hand and said: "An An, I'm too tempted, let's go play a few games to ease the addiction. After eating, let Giang Chi take you home, he's a good driver." Very, I can rest assured." Before I could refuse, she followed her group of friends and left with excitement. I swallowed my saliva and turned my head to look at Giang Chi. He was holding a toothpick in his mouth. When he saw me looking at him, he raised his eyebrows: "Keep eating, foster mother." “…” This demeanor, this way of speaking — does it look anything like a doctor? Obviously more like... gangster boss. I was silent for a moment, glancing at the table of food that had barely touched my chopsticks: "I'm full." Giang Chi tilted his head and looked at me: “Are you full? Looks like my foster mother's food portion isn't as big as it looks." I was almost so angry that I vomited blood. Listen, is this what people say? Do I look like I'm eating well?? Giang Chi raised his hand to call the waiter: "Hello, help me pay." I quickly continued: "Please give me two more plastic bags, thank you." Giang Chi looked at me in surprise. I quickly explained: "There's too much food left. It would be a waste to leave it behind. I'll pack it and bring it back to you." Giang Chi didn't say anything, used his phone to scan the payment code sent by the waiter, then helped me pack the food to take home. Leaving the restaurant, I felt a bit embarrassed so I said: "Giang... Giang Chi." After all, he still calls me his adoptive mother, but it's really inconvenient for me to call him "son" again. Giang Chi pushed open the restaurant's glass door and leaned over to make way for me. I put my jacket back on and said: "Add WeChat, I will transfer the money for the meal to you." Giang Chi looked down at me for a few seconds, then suddenly burst out laughing. “Mom, this way of asking for WeChat… is so classic.” ?? I glared at him: "Don't be so selfish, I just want to split the meal money, anyway..." I pursed my lips: "After all, I'm also your superior." Even though this “superior”… was only two years older than him. Giang Chi smiled slightly, seemingly not caring that I criticized him for being "narcissistic", and actively read out a series of letters and numbers: "This is my WeChat ID." I was stunned for a moment, then opened the app to add friends. The profile photo is a photo of her back, the WeChat name is very simple: Giang Chi. Compared to me... this "foster mother" business card is really a bit stupid: Avatar is a fat orange cat making an ugly face, nickname: It's On An An An An ~ After adding friends, we just got in the car. I was about to transfer money when a hand suddenly pressed lightly on my phone screen. The hands are white, slender, and have clear joints. The first impression that came to my mind was — beautiful. Looking up, I could just see the side profile of his face. This world is truly unfair, there are some people... every time I look back, it makes me feel more sorry. It turns out that God is really biased, there are people... who are 360 degrees beautiful, with no dead ends. "There's no need to transfer, my foster mother will just invite me to eat again next time." Having said this to this point, it was not convenient for me to refuse, so I could only nod in agreement. After asking for the address, Giang Chi drove me home. In front of the apartment complex gate. Giang Chi tilted his head and looked at me: "Do you need me to take you home?" “No need.” I took off my seat belt and politely advised: "Drive slowly, remember to pay attention to safety." "Okay."