A Promising Youth novel Chapter 15

Looking at her unblinking eyes, I was embarrassed. My face flushed with a feeling of being guilty.

“Yes, I came to help you.”

I lowered my head and shyly tugged at the corner of my shirt.

“There's really nothing else?”

She asked, and her face pressed extra close to mine.

“No.”

I gave her a startled look.

“Ha, silly boy, I'm teasing you!

I'm surprised you're still as shy as you used to be, it's quite fun.”

She narrowed her eyes and smiled, reached up and pinched my face.

“So how can I repay you for helping me?”

After that she took another step forward. It was so close that she made me directly into the back of the chair.

“How... how do you want to repay?”

I was flustered, with my heart pounding.

She gripped the arm of her chair, bent over to look at me, thought for a moment, then pursed her lips and said very badly.

“I don’t have a boyfriend yet. How about I marry you?”

I swallowed hard. To be honest, I had never been intimate with a woman before I was 23, let alone marriage. My mind was blank at the time.

“Haha! Look at you, you are not funny!”

She covered her mouth and laughed, waved her hand and said.

“I'm in debt and in trouble, how can I marry you and get you into trouble! Silly boy, I was joking!”

I was slightly relieved, but for some reason, I had slight loss in my heart. I really wanted to tell her that I actually didn't care that she was in debt, let alone that she was in trouble, and that if she really wanted to marry me, she could do it anytime.

But I was afraid to say that, because I knew that she was indeed joking.

Later we went to the south of the city for noodles, and she gave me extra beef. Because of her beauty, many customers secretly looked at her while eating the noodles.

Maybe it was because she was generous and talkative, and gradually I wasn't nervous, but I was still shy.

While eating noodles, I asked her,

“Sis, what's going on with your factory?”

She sprinkled some vinegar into the noodles. While stirring, she said that the factory had been running well when her mother was alive, but in her senior year, her mother died, and the factory had to be entrusted to the head of the company and relatives of the family.

But after four years of college, when she graduated and came back to take over the factory, it was long in debt.

As we talked, she kept putting into my bowl with her beef.

“Do I let you down? I'm poor, will you still help me? Even if you helped me, I wouldn't have any money to give you.”

I wanted to laugh at her serious look, and she then added.

“If only you were a rich man. I will manage to marry you so my mother's factory would be fine. You're silly, so it would be nice to spend time together.”

I asked, “Sis, how much money does a man can be considered a rich man?”

She thought about it for a moment and said.

“Tens of millions, I think!”

At that time, I felt so stupid that we were both so poor and still talking about “tens of millions”.

I said to her in a serious way,

“Sis, if I really have a few tens of millions, you must...marry me!”

“Heh, I'm afraid that when the time comes, you will despise me!”

She grimaced, gave me a blank look and said.

“Don't talk, eat noodles, eat noodles.”

My phone suddenly rang.

It was Andrew the foreign tailor calling. We had given phone No. to each other.

“Mr. Matteo, I want to talk to you about something!”