My Blind Date Is My Idol’s Boss

Jiang Jibai and Bai Yu had barely come to a stop on the balcony when they heard voices drifting up from downstairs.

“I’m going to marry Jiang Jibai!”

“Become the lady boss of Fangke Entertainment!”

“Then I can openly and righteously care about my own company’s artists—aka my idol’s schedule!!”

The girl’s voice was delicate and soft, full of innocent, girlish earnestness.

Hearing these bafflingly bold words, Bai Yu couldn’t help laughing.

That girl downstairs was really something.

She didn’t even know him and she was already bravely declaring she wanted to marry Jiang Jibai?

As for the man in question, his brows and eyes were calm and detached, completely indifferent, as if he hadn’t heard someone openly plotting against him at all.

“Ah Gu, your romantic luck this year is pretty wild,” Bai Yu teased.

“Out in the open, behind the scenes, introductions from elders, random wild-route girls—everyone’s rushing in.”

“Give them all to you,” Jiang Jibai replied flatly.

“Want them?”

“Hard pass. I can’t handle that,” Bai Yu said, then asked curiously, getting to the real point.

“So, what number blind date is this today? Which of Aunt Zou’s Thirty-Six Stratagems did she use to trick you here this time?”

“Do you think she needs stratagems?” Jiang Jibai said.

Bai Yu gave him a sympathetic look.

“Fair.”

As far as he knew, Aunt Zou only had one move: coercion.

If Jiang Jibai didn’t go, she’d drag Uncle Jiang along and camp out at Jiang Jibai’s apartment for two days and two nights without food or water to threaten him.

“Speaking of which, today’s a coincidence,” Bai Yu said.

“I just came in to eat with someone and ran into you. How about it—want your brother to stir things up for you?”

“No need.”

Jiang Jibai’s phone kept vibrating in his trouser pocket.

He glanced at it.

Madam Zou was flooding him with WeChat messages, urging him to hurry back to the private room.

Expressionless, he locked the screen and turned toward the private room.

“You do your thing,” he said.

“We’ll talk tonight.”

“Alright,” Bai Yu replied.

“Same place tonight.”

“Mm.”

“Xiao Nuo, come have some tea.”

“Jibai ran into a colleague and has something to discuss. Don’t mind it, he’ll be back soon.”

“Okay, thank you, Auntie.”

“You should drink some water too. I just heard you talking—you sound like your throat’s a bit uncomfortable.

Tomorrow I’ll bring you some maidong and platycodon to soothe it.”

“You’re such a thoughtful child.”

“Auntie thanks you in advance.”

Only two people were seated in the private room.

The older woman wore a bright yellow, heavily embroidered modern Chinese-style top.

Her face was well maintained, makeup elegant and refined.

The younger woman looked to be in her early twenties.

She wore a beige mulberry-silk French-style blouse paired with a satin skirt.

Her outfit was tasteful, and her face exceptionally beautiful.

When Jiang Jibai pushed the door open, the two were chatting happily.

“No need to be polite, Auntie, these are all small things—”

As the door opened, the girl called Xiao Nuo subconsciously looked toward the entrance.

The next second, her words cut off abruptly.

Zou Jiayun turned her head to glance at the girl. Seeing her dazed expression, she smiled knowingly.

After arranging so many blind dates for Jiang Jibai, Zou Jiayun rarely saw a girl who didn’t lose focus the moment she first saw him.

Her son’s looks were simply too deceptive.

But the smile at her lips lasted less than two seconds before she shot Jiang Jibai an annoyed glare.

After so many blind dates, if he had agreed to even one, she wouldn’t still be running all over the city’s matchmaking corners trying to find him a suitable girl.

The girl’s name was Xia Nuo. Before coming, she had seen Jiang Jibai’s photo.

It was a very ordinary life photo, looking like something Zou Jiayun had secretly snapped with her phone and printed out.

What wasn’t ordinary was Jiang Jibai’s face.

Xia Nuo didn’t follow the entertainment industry, but the moment she saw that photo, her first thought was that he looked better than male stars on TV dramas.

At the time, she figured the photo was probably lightly retouched, so she prepared herself mentally.

Even if Jiang Jibai looked a bit worse in person than in the photo, she could accept it.

But once she actually saw him offline, Xia Nuo realized that compared to the real person, that life photo—brighter than a celebrity—was practically an uglification.

She stared at him without blinking.

He wasn’t wearing a suit.

Just a simple white shirt and slacks, the tailored cut perfectly outlining his young, upright physique.

He was tall—at least 185 cm.

After entering the room, he didn’t look at anyone in particular.

He walked to the table, pulled out a chair, and sat down with no expression.

His posture wasn’t especially proper.

He leaned back against the chair, one arm resting on the armrest, carrying a hint of laziness.

It was as if he hadn’t slept well the night before, or as if he had just stepped out of a high-intensity experiment.

Xia Nuo knew he was currently pursuing a PhD at Ning University.

He spent his days in the lab and in group meetings, and still had to make time to help manage a fairly large, smoothly running entertainment company for his elder brother who had left home.

It was perfectly normal for him to be low on energy.

She didn’t think it had anything to do with him being unwilling to go on a blind date.

Seeing her son’s mood, Zou Jiayun was afraid Xia Nuo might overthink things and hurried to introduce them.

“Jibai, this is Xia Shu’s daughter, Xia Nuo.”

“She works at a traditional Chinese medicine clinic.”

“You’re always sleeping poorly. Later, let Xia Nuo take your pulse.”

Then she warmly took Xia Nuo’s hand.

“Xiao Nuo, this is my son, Jiang Jibai.”

“You can just call him Jibai.”

Xia Nuo only snapped out of staring at Jiang Jibai after Zou Jiayun grabbed her hand.

A trace of shyness welled up. She coughed lightly and looked at Jiang Jibai.

“Hello.”

“Hello,” Jiang Jibai replied, his tone cool.

By all rights, the “matchmaker,” Zou Jiayun, should have found a flimsy excuse and exited at this point.

But she didn’t.

After so many days and so many blind dates, she understood Jiang Jibai all too well.

If she left, he’d send the girl home immediately.

Not even personally.

He’d just book a ride online and send her off.

As if letting another woman sit in his passenger seat would automatically trigger some hidden marriage-license binding function!

Zou Jiayun made up her mind to accompany them the entire time today.

She was smiling, just about to find a suitable topic to get the two chatting, when her son unexpectedly spoke first.

“You’re not leaving?” Jiang Jibai looked at her.

Zou Jiayun shot him a suspicious, guarded look.

Expressionless, Jiang Jibai said,

“Since this is a blind date, you shouldn’t be the third wheel.”

“I’ll talk to Miss Xia alone.”

Zou Jiayun’s alarm bells instantly went off.

Something unusual meant something suspicious. This son of hers definitely had ill intentions.

She was unmoved by his words and planned to stick to her original plan and stay.

But out of the corner of her eye, she saw Xia Nuo’s face flush red.

Xia Nuo held her cup with both hands, head lowered, shyly sipping tea.

Clearly embarrassed.

Zou Jiayun hesitated.

To be honest, Xia Nuo was prettier than any of the girls from previous blind dates.

Her height, figure, and aura were outstanding.

She had everything an international supermodel had—and even what supermodels didn’t.

Maybe her son liked this type: mature figure, sweet-girl temperament?

If she stayed, her already taciturn son might get even more restrained and not speak at all.

What if they missed this match?

Zou Jiayun made her decision in just a few seconds.

She stood up, lifting her Hermès bag, smiling.

“Alright then.”

“You young people chat.”

Xia Nuo set down her cup and stood as well.

“Then Auntie… take care on the way.”

“Okay, okay, sit, sit,” Zou Jiayun waved her back down.

As she walked toward the door, she paused beside Jiang Jibai and warned him in a low voice.

“You brat, you better talk properly today.”

“If you mess this up again, your father and I will go on a hunger strike tonight and show you!”

“I’ll talk properly,” Jiang Jibai said.

“Don’t worry.”

With that, Zou Jiayun could only leave.

The moment she closed the private room door, someone inside spoke.

They spoke at the same time.

“We haven’t ordered yet—”

“Miss Xia.”

His voice was young, low, and magnetic.

Xia Nuo immediately looked at him and, very perceptively, stopped speaking.

“Yes?”

“My mother probably didn’t tell you.”

Xia Nuo blinked.

“Tell me what?”

“I have an underlying condition.”

The hotel Zou Jiayun booked was seven-star. The private room had excellent soundproofing.

So Jiang Jibai’s calm voice sounded especially clear.

Xia Nuo froze.

Her mind couldn’t immediately process what he’d said.

Jiang Jibai didn’t urge her.

A few seconds later, Xia Nuo forced a smile.

“Mr. Jiang, are you joking?”

“Do I look like I’m joking?” Jiang Jibai asked.

Xia Nuo fell silent.

Her gaze dropped to his right arm.

His shirt cuffs were undone, sleeves rolled up twice, revealing a lean, sharp forearm.

He wasn’t wearing a luxury watch, but a black sports-band smart bracelet.