"A week."
Zhan Bei Jue seemed to ponder seriously, "I value novelty and privacy, so this duration is just right."
"...And what if the other party is also a working professional and can't be available on demand?"
"A working professional is best. I don't like women who are idle all day; they tend to stir up trouble. If they're working professionals, we can arrange to meet at the office."
"Meet at the office? What would you talk about at the office?"
Zhan Bei Jue glanced at her, with an expression that suggested she was asking an incredibly foolish question, "If we meet at the office, of course, we talk about work. Otherwise, would it still be called an office?"
"..." What kind of bizarre requirements and thought processes were these? Gong Bei Bei, even as a social butterfly, was finding it hard to cope. "A Jue, you're too humorous. What about profession, do you have any requirements for their occupation?"
"None. I'm not that demanding; all jobs are equal, whatever they do is fine."
The two children looked up at him simultaneously, very satisfied with his answer.
Gong Bei Bei was also somewhat pleased with this response, "What about children? If you get married in the future, would you consider having more children?"
"No. Having these two is enough for me, I don't have that much energy to spread around. Besides, as soon as she has a child, she'd have to quit her job, which conflicts with my requirement that she must be a working professional."
Mrs. Zhan could no longer tolerate it, "The Zhan family isn't so poor that the wife must go out and make a living herself. What kind of talk is this!"
"Mom, I'm doing this for her own good. It's what you taught me before: women shouldn't abandon their careers for family. If you hadn't stayed home for me back then, Dad wouldn't have..."
Mrs. Zhan's expression grew even more displeased.
The topic had been initiated by herself, and now that it had reached this point, Gong Bei Bei felt responsible. Fearing an argument, she quickly intervened to lighten the mood, "Aunt Zhou, please don't take it to heart. I think A Jue is joking to a large extent; please don't be angry. Actually, he's right; women shouldn't abandon themselves for family."
"..." Bei Bei was quite broad-minded. This brat had managed to steer the conversation this far, and she could still be tolerant of him? It seemed she and A Jue really had a chance!
Mrs. Zhan didn't want to spoil the atmosphere, so she could only retreat.
Gong Bei Bei shifted from the sofa and sat beside Ge Er, "Ge Er, you can actually understand such complicated things. That's amazing. Would you like Auntie to help you?"
Ge Er quickly raised her hand to protect the model, "No, sister. Your fingernails are too long; they'll get caught on my parts. You should go have tea with Grandma."
"...Rui Rui..."
"I don't need it either; this small model won't take me half an hour to assemble."
"...A Jue..."
"I've basically listed all my requirements. If you find someone suitable, help me look. Oh, wait, there's one last point."
Gong Bei Bei instinctively moved to sit beside him to discuss it carefully, but Zhan Bei Jue raised his hand to stop her. "A man as excellent as me would absolutely never be loyal to just one woman in his life, you understand. To be my wife, Zhan Bei Jue's wife, you must be sensible and not make a fuss when you see me socializing with others. If you can't tolerate a man dealing with others outside the home, like your Aunt Zhou, I'd rather remain single. In any case, being single doesn't affect my quality of life at all."
"..."
For the first time, Mrs. Zhan realized her son's character was so similar to his father's. She was so angry she almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.