Meng Chuyuan had never dated anyone.
Now that she thought about it, her marriage with Lu Qingye was quite hasty.
"You're… you're married?" The auntie who asked the question just now looked surprised. There was a hint of pity at the end of her sentence.
Meng Chuyuan replied calmly, "Yes."
The auntie smiled awkwardly. "I thought that young people like you would focus on your careers now. At most, you would have a partner…"
This auntie was considered a matchmaker in the village. When the young ladies saw a handsome young man, they could not help but go forward and ask her for help. If he was still single, she would warmly introduce him to them.
According to the auntie's generation, it was not strange for Meng Chuyuan to be married at this age.
