After I Blocked the Matchmaker Customer Service, He Came for Door-to-door Service - Chapter 9
Chapter 9
After my good luck came back, my life didn’t instantly turn into some wish-fulfillment webnovel.
Projects didn’t start landing in my lap on their own.
My bank account didn’t suddenly gain eight extra digits either.
It was just that little things, bit by bit, began to get back on track.
The proposals I sent out finally had people reading them seriously.
The potted plant that had died three times sprouted new shoots.
I stopped missing steps when I took the stairs.
My mom started to change too.
She left every blind-date group chat and, for the first time, asked me, “Mianmian, do you want to go learn painting with me this weekend?”
I said, “You want to learn?”
She looked a little embarrassed.
“I wanted to when I was young. Later I thought it was useless.”
I said, “Let’s go.”
At the art studio, my mom painted a lopsided apple.
She stared at that apple for a long time, then suddenly laughed.
“It’s pretty ugly.”
“It is pretty ugly.”
She glared at me.
“Can’t you encourage me a little?”
I said, “But it’s ugly in a very free way.”
She laughed again.
On the way home that day, she didn’t bring up marriage again.
Instead, she asked why Xie Chi hadn’t come by lately.
I said, “We’re just ordinary friends. He can’t come over every day.”
My mom went, “Oh.”
“Then he’s quite obedient.”
Something about that sounded odd to me.
Xie Chi really was obedient.
Since I said we were ordinary friends, he really followed the ordinary-friend procedure.
Every time before he came over, he sent a message first.
[Is it convenient for me to pass by today?]
If I replied that it was, he would bring some fruit.
If I replied that it wasn’t, he would say okay.
He never asked why.
After this went on for half a month, I was the one who started feeling unused to it.
People really were strange.
Back when I was being forcibly set up with someone, I had been annoyed to death.
Now that someone was respecting my boundaries, I started peeking over from my side of the line.
On the twentieth day of the trial period, I worked overtime until ten at night.
It was raining downstairs from my office building.
I hadn’t brought an umbrella.
I stood at the entrance and was just about to call a car when Xie Chi’s message came in.
[Is it convenient for me to pass by today?]
I looked at that line of text and smiled.
[Not convenient.]
He replied quickly.
[Okay.]
I sent another message.
[But it is convenient for you to come pick me up.]
This time, his reply was three seconds slower.
[On my way.]
Ten minutes later, Xie Chi appeared in the rain holding an umbrella.
He must have hurried; half his pant legs were wet.
I asked, “Do you live nearby?”
“Not really.”
“Then how did you get here so fast?”
“Taxi.”
“What a waste of money.”
He tilted the umbrella farther over my side.
“I need to be proactive during the trial period.”
I couldn’t help laughing.
“Xie Chi.”
“Mm.”
“Would an ordinary friend take a taxi across half the city to deliver an umbrella?”
His hand on the umbrella paused.
Rain pattered against the canopy.
He thought about it very seriously.
“Probably not.”
“Then what do you call this?”
Xie Chi looked at me.
“Out-of-scope service.”
I laughed so hard I couldn’t stop.
“You really were customer service before.”
“Mm.”
He smiled too.
“But now I can transfer positions.”
