After Transmigrating as a Wealthy Woman: Don’t You Dare Touch My Baby! [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 103

“I wish you success on your blind date.” Those words had practically been ground out from between the cafe owner’s teeth.

No matter how she looked at it, something was wrong. After returning from the cafe, Zhu Xingtong couldn’t shake the feeling. Was the owner’s reaction to her blind date a bit… extreme?

Xingtong sucked on a lollipop and pulled out her little notebook, scribbling notes with a ballpoint pen:

Cafe owner: Beautiful, tall (est. 170cm), legs look incredible in heels.

Name is the same as my cub.

Steady gait, habits very similar to my cub.

Wears gold-rimmed glasses but seems to have perfect vision. Avoided eye contact many times. Suspicious.

Always feels like she’s watching me, even when she pretends not to.

Finally, she wrote down the name: Zhong Ying, and drew a massive question mark next to it.

“This is either my cub, or she likes me,” Xingtong muttered, then blushed. “Stop daydreaming! You’re being shameless, Zhu Xingtong.”

She flopped onto her desk, staring at the bright moonlight. “Cub… I miss you.”

The next morning, sporting dark circles under her eyes, Xingtong caught a flight to her hometown—a small county seat. After several bus transfers, she finally arrived.

Xingtong was a lesbian, a fact well-known in her small town. Despite same-sex marriage being legal for over a decade, many locals still didn’t understand. Back in high school, her alcoholic father had found out and blabbed to the whole town after a drinking binge. Eventually, her mother had divorced him, and the two women had lived together ever since.

She hopped on an electric scooter, humming as she headed home. “Riding my favorite little motor~ It never gets stuck in traffic~”

In her old neighborhood, the buildings were only four or five stories high, and everyone knew each other. Her mother, Bai Ningning, was returning from the market when she ran into the new neighbor, “Xiao Zhong.”

“Xiao Zhong! Where are you off to?” Mama Zhu greeted warmly.

“Auntie Bai, I’m just going to buy some fresh milk. Did you finish your grocery shopping?”

Xiao Zhong was tall, polite, and beautiful. She had moved in about a month ago and looked like a city girl, yet she was surprisingly down-to-earth.

“My daughter is coming home today! I’m making hotpot,” Mama Zhu laughed. “Why don’t you join us? I bought way too much food for just the two of us.”

Xiao Zhong’s eyes flickered. She smiled. “You two haven’t seen each other in a long time; I wouldn’t want to intrude. Perhaps next time.”

So natural, so polite! Mama Zhu thought, heading upstairs.

Inside, Xingtong was yawning on the sofa. “Mom, who were you talking to?”

“Xiao Zhong from next door.” Mama Zhu looked at her daughter and sighed. “You two are the same age, but look at her, then look at you!”

“What’s wrong with me?” Xingtong grumbled. She knew about this neighbor—her mom mentioned her often. Supposedly, she was a teacher from the big city here for a support teaching program. She wasn’t starting until March, yet she’d been living here since November.

“Xiao Zhong is great. She’s much better than that girl you had a crush on in high school,” Mama Zhu teased. “If only I knew her family… I’d put in a good word for you. What if she likes girls too?”

“Mom, not every girl is gay just because your daughter is,” Xingtong laughed. “Watch out, or she’ll chase you out with a broom.”

“Oh, hush. Go take these strawberries to her. Your aunt sent them yesterday, and I forgot to give her some.”

Ding-dong—

Xingtong stood at the neighbor’s door, yawning with a basket of strawberries.

“Who is it?” a familiar voice called out. The door opened, and Xingtong froze in shock.

The woman standing there in loungewear and slippers, leaning against the doorframe, was unmistakable. “Boss… Boss Zhong? What are you doing here?!”

Zhong Ying looked equally surprised, then smiled. “This is my home.”

“But… I saw you at the cafe yesterday!”

“I flew back last night,” Zhong Ying lied without blinking.

Xingtong looked skeptical. “I came back this morning. I live next door… Bai Ningning is my mother.”

A high-end cafe owner is a ‘support teacher’ in a small town? Suspicious!

“I know,” Zhong Ying said.

“You knew all along, didn’t you?” Xingtong narrowed her eyes.

Zhong Ying shook her head innocently. “Want to come in?”

Inside, the apartment was a contrast to the old building. It was exquisitely renovated in a European style—whites and golds, elegant yet warm. However, there were cute touches: trendy plushies on the sofa and cartoon stools by the coffee table.

“You installed floor-to-ceiling windows in this old neighborhood? Aren’t you afraid of peeping toms?” Xingtong asked.

“The glass is one-way. You can’t see in from the outside,” Zhong Ying replied, pouring her a glass of milk. “Actually, Auntie Bai showed me your photo. I was surprised to see you at the cafe. I didn’t realize it would be such a coincidence.”

Xingtong took the milk. “You’re a cafe owner, why come here to teach?”

“Teaching is my real job,” Zhong Ying smiled. “Do I not look like a teacher?”

Xingtong regained her usual cheeky demeanor. “Not at all. You look like an actress.”

Zhong Ying: “…”

“Anyway, let me put these strawberries in the fridge for you,” Xingtong said, following her to the kitchen. When the fridge opened, Xingtong gasped. “Your fridge is empty! Just a few cartons of milk?”

“I just got back last night,” Zhong Ying said, looking down.

Xingtong stepped into her personal space, forcing eye contact, smiling like a little fox. “Is that so? Well, we’re having hotpot tonight. Why don’t you join us, Boss Zhong?”

“I…”

“I’ve had so much half-price milk at your shop; let me compensate you. My mom’s a great cook,” Xingtong insisted. “Plus, you know I’m going on a blind date tomorrow. Mom will nag me the whole time if it’s just us. If you’re there, she’ll focus on you instead. Coming, Boss Zhong?”

Blind date…

Boss Zhong’s gaze darkened significantly. “I’m coming.”