"What’s the matter? Weren’t you about to leave? So leave, yeah?"
"Hehe, big brother, it’s all a misunderstanding! We were just ssing with you to see if you were really sincere."
Zhang Lei grinned sheepishly, her slick words flowing smoothly.
Xiao Zheng smiled nonchalantly and glanced sideways at Wang Weiwei, grinning mischievously, "Girl, don’t look at like that, I’ll get shy. Do I have flowers on my face or sothing?"
"Hehe, Mr. Xiao, you’re really too humorous. You look like a refined gentleman, a real man!" Wang Weiwei dropped her haughty attitude, her face eager to please, afraid of saying the wrong thing.
Damn, it was just a car key. A mont ago he was just a poor loser, and now suddenly he’s a real man.
The pace of change was quite fast indeed; Xiao Zheng was sowhat impressed by them.
"A real man, huh? Then you might as well spend tonight with ."
Wang Weiwei pretended to be shyly coquettish, coyly twisting her body and purred, "Mr. Xiao you’re so bad, I’m a conservative girl, not that kind of easy person!"
"Hehe, so you’re not willing, huh? Then Laozi is leaving."
"Don’t, Mr. Xiao, we should get to know each other better before we can communicate further," Wang Weiwei clutched his arm and coquettishly shook it.
Get to know each other better? Communicate further?
Damn, that sounds like professional jargon. Have I run into a ring of escorts or what?
Xiao Zheng internally broke into a sweat, but he kept a lecherous smile on his face, both sleazy and cheap.
"Oh, that’s great then. You want to check out Laozi’s size, and I’d like to test your depth. Any more questions? Just ask away."
"Um, this, Mr. Xiao, you have a car, but do you have a house?" Zhang Lei couldn’t wait to ask for Wang Weiwei.
But from a Porsche car key alone, anyone could tell that he was a rich second generation, and a clueless, naive one at that.
It’s fine to play around, but if they could swindle so money out of him, even better.
Xiao Zheng looked up at the ceiling, his nostrils flaring proudly as he boasted, "What’s the fun in just a house? Laozi lives in a villa, now that’s what you call spacious. Just the swimming pool alone, there are two of them, with a professional chef team catering food and drink. That’s the life."
"Really?" The two won shrieked in excitent, nearly gluing themselves to Xiao Zheng.
The other custors in the cafe all turned their heads, frowning angrily at them, visibly annoyed.
Clearly, they were just uncouth ruffians, unaccustod to seeing the world, making a fuss over nothing.
Xiao Zheng nodded apologetically to them and then said to the two won, "Keep it low-key, you must be low-key!"
"Right, right, right! Exactly, Mr. Xiao, could you, could you show us the real estate certificate of the villa?"
"Certificates, those things are just a piece of paper, who carries them around? But, I do have photos of the villa, all taken by . Here, take a look."
Xiao Zheng took out his phone and found the photos he had taken of Yunlan Villa and showed them.
There were also selfies of Xiao Zheng, of course. No pictures of Leng Ruobing, though, since she never gave him a chance.
The two won’s mouths dropped wider and wider, almost big enough to fit an egg as they exchanged a serious nod.
"Mr. Xiao, you really are low-key. Even the clothes you wear exude a casual elegance!"
My freaking sides! Casual elegance?
Xiao Zheng scoffed with disdain, "What’s the big deal? It’s nothing. Whenever I get married, all these properties will be my wife’s, transferred to her na."
If Leng Ruobing were here, she certainly would have slapped him. Yunlan Villa already belonged to their CEO; who needed his transfer? Cut it out!
However, Zhang Lei and Wang Weiwei took it seriously, their eyes crinkling up with glee.
"Mr. Xiao, if you don’t mind asking one last question, how much do you have in savings?"
"Hmm, not much! Just Old Wang’s small goal, multiplied by ten!"
Xiao Zheng saucily flipped his hair, looking full of himself as if he owned millions.
Wang Weiwei was shocked. She looked at Zhang Lei and found her stunned by the bombshell too, montarily unable to snap out of it.
Old Wang’s modest goal was just a re billion, multiplied by ten.
Wow, ten billion? And that’s just the cash? There must be properties and hidden assets too.
Do the math and you’ll get a shock.
Indeed, a real inhuman tycoon!
Ignoring the still dazed Zhang Lei, Wang Weiwei grabbed Xiao Zheng’s arm and shook it excitedly, "Mr. Xiao, I’m really satisfied with you. From tonight, we’re boyfriend and girlfriend, let’s communicate more!"
"NoNoNo!"
Xiao Zheng shook his head like a rattle drum, wagging his finger, "Thinking of becoming Laozi’s woman isn’t that easy."
By then, Zhang Lei had recovered her wits. Seeing Wang Weiwei’s desperate face, she quickly grasped the situation.
"So, Mr. Xiao, if soone wants to be your woman, what conditions must they et?"
Xiao Zheng feigned thoughtfulness, briefly pondering, "Weiwei, are you still a virgin? Laozi doesn’t want damaged goods."
"Err..."
Damn, talk about hitting where it hurts! Wang Weiwei was dumbfounded. A virgin? Is this guy still dreaming?
These days, even finding a virgin in schools is rare.
I’m already in my twenties; how could that be possible? I gave my chastity to my first love back in middle school.
A virgin? Hah!
However, while she was befuddled, Zhang Lei nudged her hard, prompting her to quickly manage a smile.
"Mr. Xiao, do you think I am a virgin?"
"It’s hard to say! Seeing your furrowed brows and the tight way you walk, you should be one."
What the hell, just say yes or no! This sounds like he doesn’t even believe .
Zhang Lei’s eyes flashed with cunning, and then she ardently exclaid, "Mr. Xiao, Weiwei is a virgin, absolutely!"
"Sister Zhang..." Wang Weiwei was imdiately confused. What was Zhang Lei doing? If it’s true, it’s true; if not, it’s not. Was there any need for such antics?
Zhang Lei gave her a cryptic look, and Wang Weiwei caught on, smacking her lips.
Xiao Zheng feigned delight, "Even if you are a virgin, have you ever had an abortion?"
Wow, is this rich second-generation kid crazy? If she’s a virgin, how could she possibly have had an abortion? This question is just insulting our intelligence.
But when under soone else’s roof, you have to bow your head. She had no choice but to continue the conversation.
Wang Weiwei smiled sheepishly, "Mr. Xiao, you’re such a jokester. I’m still a virgin. May I ask, what is an abortion? A fallen tire?"
"Pfft..."
Xiao Zheng had just sipped his coffee, unable to hold back—sprayed it all over Wang Weiwei’s face, ruining her makeup.
Full marks for that pure act!
A fallen tire? Laozi will give you a faceful! Look at you, turned into a little ssy cat now.
"Laozi just wants to ask one thing, how many n have you slept with?"
"Uh..."
Wang Weiwei and Zhang Lei were imdiately stunned. What’s wrong with this rich guy? First abortion, now asking about sleeping with n, what kind of twisted logic is this?
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