Brian Clark couldn’t see a thing written on the menu and just randomly ordered a few dishes.

While waiting for the food, the two of them drank tea and chatted.

Helen Grant said frankly, “I actually came today to turn down this blind date.”

Brian Clark clutched his chest, silently telling himself to stay in control, he must stay in control—if his powers went out of control, Helen Grant would get hurt!

Perhaps the urge to protect Helen Grant won out, and Brian Clark forcibly held himself back, patiently listening to Helen Grant explain why he came to the blind date.

Helen Grant is 23 this year, two years older than Brian Clark. He’s been working at his company for just over a year, and after passing his probation, he became an HR assistant in the human resources department. Yesterday, the company’s general manager suddenly called in all the men under 25, sent away the average-looking ones, and kept only the good-looking ones.

The general manager said there was a considerable investment at stake, and whether they could secure it depended on these young men.

According to the general manager, a particularly, particularly wealthy investment company boss (who happened to be Brian Clark’s father’s old comrade-in-arms) had a hot-tempered, violent younger relative—male—who was looking for an outstanding partner. Their company was currently vying for an investment, and while this might not necessarily sway the investor’s father, it was at least a chance to build a closer relationship.

The young employees, just starting out in society, never expected that working would also mean selling their looks. They all said they couldn’t do it because of their sexual orientation. The general manager, helpless, could only resort to the oldest, most primitive method—drawing lots.

Helen Grant drew the lot. The other party had seen his education and photo and was very satisfied with Helen Grant. The general manager said that if he went, he had to do his best—only the other party could reject him; he had no right to refuse.

Of course, Helen Grant wouldn’t bow to capital, but he also wouldn’t stand up his blind date. This time, he came to explain things face to face.

“Ah…” Brian Clark’s heartbeat calmed down. He looked at Helen Grant, his face full of sorrow.

Originally, this was a good thing—both sides were forced into the blind date, both came intending to refuse. They could sit down, talk it out, and go back to tell their elders or bosses that the other wasn’t interested—a win-win, perfect solution.

But…

Brian Clark stared at the teacup in his hand and saw that the tea had frozen over. He quickly took a deep breath, telling himself to stay calm, calm!

Helen Grant said in a gentle voice, “I’m not an ambitious person. My plan for the future is just to live a peaceful, ordinary life. Honestly, I’ve never been in love, and I don’t even know how to be in a relationship.

“My plan for romance is to meet someone who, like me, longs for a warm family—doesn’t matter if it’s a man or a woman. After dating for a while, I’d like to start a family before I turn thirty. Life might be full of trivialities, the second half of it piled up with little things, maybe even some arguments—but that’s just life.

“After a lifetime of bickering, when we’re old, my partner and I can let go of everything that happened when we were young. We’ll hold hands and grow old together.”

The peaceful life he described was so beautiful that it soothed Brian Clark’s emotions quite a bit.

Brian Clark didn’t dare look Helen Grant in the eye. He lowered his head, staring at the thin layer of ice on his tea, thinking that he could never give Helen Grant that kind of future.

Heartbroken, Brian Clark used the act of drinking tea to hide his uncontrollable expression. Like chugging a beer, he downed the cup of iced tea in one go.

“Perfect, I’m being forced into this blind date by my family. I still want to have fun for a few more years.” Brian Clark slammed the teacup down on the table, his expression resolute. He was a strong person—he wouldn’t be defeated by something this trivial!

At that moment, the little brothers secretly eavesdropping in the next private room were about to panic. They were really afraid that the heartbroken Brian Clark would explode on the spot.

David Reed mouthed silently: Should we report to the higher-ups and initiate a level-one emergency plan?

Eric Webb pressed his ear to the wall and shook his head at everyone: Wait a bit longer, maybe there’s still a chance.

After slamming the teacup on the table, Brian Clark got up to leave. He had to get out of the private room as soon as possible, drive somewhere deserted, and prevent his powers from going out of control.

“Please wait!” Helen Grant hurriedly grabbed Brian Clark’s hand and said seriously, “Please let me finish, okay?”

What else was there to say? Brian Clark, full of grief and anger, yanked off his wig, revealing his hairnet, and looked at Helen Grant like a multicolored bald guy.

Helen Grant had to use all his strength to hold back his laughter. His emotional control was top-notch—no matter how dangerous things got when traveling between worlds, he could always keep a straight face. But after meeting Brian Clark, he’d almost lost it twice.

God knows how long he’d laughed, completely unrestrained, after leaving that SUV and ducking into a corner.

It took him ages to stop laughing. While he was in the private room, thinking about how to politely turn the other down, Brian Clark walked in blowing bubble gum, and when he saw that rainbow-colored head, Helen Grant almost burst out laughing again.

Luckily, Brian Clark rushed out of the room, giving Helen Grant fifteen minutes to laugh in secret.

Brian Clark thought he saw the elegant, tea-pouring Helen Grant, but in reality, the Helen Grant whose abs ached from laughing was using the act of pouring tea to hide his uncontrollable laughter.

“That was just my idealism,” Helen Grant picked up the wig, not daring to let his gaze fall on Brian Clark’s rainbow-colored hairnet. Staring at the wig, he said, “It was only when you walked into the room just now that I realized how naive my thinking was.”