"Huh? You're already 27! You're not getting any younger! If you keep messing around, who's going to want you?"
"How much longer do you think you can keep this up?"
It was the same old lines—I'd heard them so many times my ears were about to sprout calluses.
The CEO awkwardly coughed twice, clearly intending to escape the scene.
But given how big he is, there's no way I could miss him.
Wait a minute!
Isn't this a ready-made boyfriend?
Following the principle of self-preservation—not at the expense of others but in the spirit of mutual assistance—I grabbed the CEO, who had already reached the stairwell.
I clamped his hand tightly under my bare armpit, smiling sweetly as I spoke.
"Mom, what are you saying? Your boyfriend's right here!"
"Boyfriend? Pah! My boyfriend!"
In the CEO's astonished gaze, I shoved him into my apartment and quickly shut the door.
On the couch, the CEO sat between my mom and me. My dad was still out playing chess and hadn't returned yet.
"So, Winnie, is this your boyfriend? What's his name?"
I could actually hear a hint of nervousness in my mom's voice.
As expected of a CEO.