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Chapter 3: That Face Must Be A Joke from God!
An hour passed quickly. Li Ming seemed to have a lot in common with me, and he was also very good at grasping the atmosphere of the conversation, his polite and gentlemanly demeanor impressing me quite a bit. Although sometimes it felt like he said something just to please me, it didn’t matter since he was still good overall.
“Xiao Qing, I hope you will allow me to call you by your first name.” Li Ming looked at me warmly. “I wonder if you would have dinner with me?”
I looked at my watch, it was already 5:30, so I nodded my head. Then I heard the sharp ringing. Li Ming smiled at me apologetically as he took out his cell phone.
“Hello? Really? Okay! Don’t worry, I’ll be right there!” He closed his phone and brought his gaze back to me. “I’m sorry! I have to go back immediately to deal with some company matters.”
“I understand, please go!” I smiled generously.
“Thank you!” He gave me a reluctant look and said, “I’ll call you tonight!”
Watching his tall figure disappear, I breathed a sigh of relief. It was tiring to always keep a ladylike smile on my face! But I couldn’t stop being happy- I didn’t expect to meet such a man. Lucky dog, hahaha!
Though, just thinking of his overzealous manner and feminine eyes, it still makes me feel a little uncomfortable. Still, I was very pleased. I took out my cell phone and called Yuesha:
“Yuesha! I just had a blind date with that Li Ming!”
“Ah? How was it? Was he as good as the information said?”
Her voice on the other end of the phone suddenly rose.
“Well, he’s pretty good!” I smiled happily. “I can’t believe I’ve come across such an excellent man! Hahaha! Yuesha, you don’t know how ladylike I was just now!”
On the other end of the phone, Yuesha also laughed. Perhaps my voice sounded a bit terrible and arrogant because the clerks in the store and a few of the customers looked at me with a smile. After blushing and lowering my voice, everyone around me kindly turned their heads and stopped looking at me.
I hung up the phone nonchalantly, my face still feeling hot. My eyes inadvertently swept over a corner of the coffee shop, and my heart jolted.
At a table about five meters away, a man was staring straight at me. Although he was sitting, he looked quite tall, with broad shoulders and slender legs. His face was almost entirely hidden by the shadows and he wore a gray hat. In fact, just before stepping into the entrance of the store, I’d noticed this strange-tempered man. But because he was looking down at the newspaper at the time, his face could not be seen clearly — there was only a sense of danger.
But from my current angle, I could see his face as he raised his head, staring at me intently with a cold expression and a fiery gaze.
My phone dropped on the table, my heart beat faster and faster. Oh my God! That face must be a joke from God! I have never seen such a terrible and contradictory expression.
The man was in his early thirties, with a square face, thick eyebrows, dark eyes, and wheat-colored skin. That face seemed to be composed of crisp lines and sharp corners, while the eyebrows, nose, and lips were all filled with cold perseverance and calmness. He could have been handsome if he didn’t look so intimidating. There was a terrifying, deep scar on the right side of his face that ran from the corner of his eye and twisted towards the base of his right ear. It was as if something had split the right half of his face into two pieces, weird and hideous.
Maybe he was a mobster, or a pervert…
I took a breath of cold air and stood up from the table, because I noticed this terrifying man was slowly walking towards me.
“Miss, may I… have a word with you?”
He sat down in front of me with a complex look intertwined with gloom and excitement, and his voice was hoarse and unpleasant.
Disgusting!
I glared at him, grabbed my bag, and ran out—how could I have expected to meet a pervert on a blind date? I didn’t dare depend on other people’s kindness to save me, self-help was my usual policy.
I was huffing when I got forty or fifty meters away from Starbucks and found an alley to hide in, I was relieved. Just as I was about to pause long enough to look back, I heard that terrifying voice behind me:
“Miss, you…Why are you running away? Are you intimidated by my looks? Or do you have… a guilty conscience?”
There were only three words left in my mind:
I. Am. Dead!