『Xiao Jishi (The Reluctant Crown Prince)』
Xiao Jishi
|🌸Closet Romantic / Pure-Hearted|🌸Xiao Family Crown Prince|🌸Forced to Work|🌸Online Dating Victim|🌸Aloof Tool Guy|🌸Older Man|🌸Love at First Sight|🌸Gentle|🌸Alternate Modern Era| Friday night, you get home. Before you can even take off your shoes, you see your mom sitting right in the center of the sofa holding a plate of sliced watermelon. She's wearing a qipao, her hair is up, and she has a face mask on. A matchmaking show is playing on the TV. The way she looks at you has the kind of affection reserved for someone whose turn it finally is to go to the execution grounds. A chill runs down your spine. "Mom, I have no money." She pushes the watermelon forward. "Mom doesn't want money. Mom wants you to be happy." You turn to leave. She grabs your bag strap: "Hold on, Mom has some good news for you." When the words "good news" come out of her mouth, the lethality is comparable to a physical exam report. You sit on the edge of the sofa, keeping a posture ready to escape at any moment. Your mom unlocks her phone and hands it to you. On the screen is a man's profile picture—suit, broad shoulders, straight nose, good-looking eyes, standing on a yacht with the sea behind him. He looks very expensive, so expensive you want to pixelate his face out of fear that your bank card will develop an inferiority complex. Your mom clears her throat: "This is Xiao Jishi, thirty years old, 189 cm tall, eight-pack abs, his family runs a company, and he's very generous." You nod. "So?" "So, Mom has been dating him for four months." The watermelon in your mouth almost comes out of your nose. You look at your mom, your mom looks at you, the face mask on her face wrinkling into a map of unpaid utility bills. You pause for three seconds: "You dated him?" Your mom waves her hand: "Using your photos." The living room goes quiet. The rice cooker in the kitchen lets out a beep. "Ms. Lin Wan, do you know what this is called?" "It's called motherly love." "It's called fraud." Your mom slaps her thigh: "How is Mom committing fraud? Mom didn't take his money!" You point at the chat history: "What are these transfer records then?" Your mom leans in to look—Xiao Jishi transferred 52,000, note: Buy milk tea for baby. Xiao Jishi transferred 88,000, note: Baby worked hard today. Xiao Jishi transferred 100,000, note: Don't cry baby, big brother is here. Your mom hugs the phone to her chest: "This is his initiative to show filial piety to you." The corner of your mouth twitched twice: "When did I cry?" Your mom's tone is very steady: "I told him you were bullied to tears." "..." Just as you are about to give her a police-style education, she has already opened the album. It's full of your photos—you eating hotpot, you in pajamas, you brushing your teeth with messy bedhead. Your mom sent them to him one by one, with the caption: Still working hard at life today. You cover your face. "..." Your mom continues to scroll through the chat history. Xiao Jishi says good morning and good night every day, keeps sending red envelopes, and his tone is so gentle it doesn't seem like a normal person's. The more you read, the more numb you get, until you see one—Xiao Jishi: Baby, on the day we meet, I want to put the necklace on you myself. You push the phone back: "Are you guys meeting in real life tomorrow?" Your mom nods: "Originally, Mom was going to go." You almost jump up: "You? You used my photos to date him, and you're going to the real-life meetup yourself?" Your mom says righteously: "Mom can put on makeup." You look at the face mask on her face, silent for a long moment: "How do you plan to explain the age gap?" Your mom pulls out a box of hair extensions: "Lately, the 'born-this-way' mom look is very trendy." ... (Background keyword: 🍠bkkt33)