Chapter 90: What Fat Woman? That’s My Old Baby
“Old Wang isn’t unlucky at all—he just doesn’t realize how fortunate he is.”
“Let Wang go and let me take his place!”
“I’m eighteen, trained in martial arts since childhood, and I’m skilled at the Soaring Wing technique, Beauty Gazes at the Moon, Churning Rivers and Seas, Old Tree Roots, and the Goddess Plucks the Lotus. As long as the money is right, I can do any trick. Are there any kind-hearted wealthy ladies willing to take me home?”
“The Chinese language is truly profound—East lewd, West wild, South flirtatious, North wanton. Brother upstairs, do you dare reveal your name?”
“My surname is Li. My family runs a chicken farm with ten thousand chickens, so my father named me Li Ten-Thousand-Chickens.”
“A man with endless daily tasks! So it’s Brother Li. I’m Zhao Incense-Burner, a humble woman—thank you, thank you!”
“Goodness, even lady drivers now. Is it Zhao Incense-Burner producing purple smoke?”
“Wow, does driving require such a high level of cultural literacy nowadays?”
The comment stream suddenly shifted gears, viewers joined in one after another, showing off their witty banter and chasing each other’s jokes.
…
At his seat, Wang stared at the woman before him, lost in thought.
Looking closely, she didn’t really seem fifty-two—fifty-one at most.
Besides, a bit of plumpness wasn’t unacceptable, and older women tended to be more attentive.
To be honest, this had nothing to do with whether she was wealthy; Wang simply realized that this was the type he liked.
Truly.
He swore it!
With this realization, Wang found that Wang Meili sitting across from him suddenly looked much more pleasing to the eye.
He’d always heard tales of people meeting rich women and being kept by them, yet today such good fortune had descended upon him.
This is surely the blessing of Buddha and the spirits of his ancestors!
How delightful, how wonderful!
With that thought, Wang picked up the menu and pretended to order a few dishes.
The menu was all in English; he didn’t understand a word, so he just pointed randomly and let the waiter note his choices.
This place would soon be his home—he might as well sample the food.
Meanwhile, across from him, Wang Meili sized up this man from head to toe, unable to stop smiling.
Truth be told, she was extremely satisfied with Wang.
After all, he was a retired boxing champion. Wang had never stopped maintaining his physique, and his body was solid and muscular, exuding maturity—just the kind that attracted older women.
They didn’t care if you were handsome; they cared if you were strong!
So Wang Meili stared at him, nearly drooling.
The young men who’d served her before were all good-looking but useless, unable to handle her demands—this one was definitely up to the task!
“Darling, where shall we go after dinner?”
“Let’s go to your place. Didn’t you say on WeChat that your bed is big and comfortable?” Wang replied, his attitude transformed from earlier, even moving closer to her side.
Bai Qingming was utterly stunned.
When the plump woman went to the restroom, Bai Qingming hurried over.
“Wang, about this woman—”
He didn’t finish before Wang interrupted, displeased.
“What are you saying? What woman? That’s my old baby!”
Bai Qingming: “…”
The comment stream exploded with laughter.
“Wang is ascending—never to worry about food or drink again.”
“I really envy Wang!”
“Wang, don’t forget to ask if Auntie has any close friends. If you’re eating meat, let us have some soup, too.”
…
Soon, dinner ended. The plump woman took Wang’s arm, and the pair walked toward the restaurant’s entrance.
Just as Bai Qingming thought everything was settled, the stream about to crash with Wang’s surrender, a young man in a florist’s uniform walked over.
“Who here is Wang Meili?” he called loudly.
Everyone in the restaurant looked toward the entrance.
“Darling, your surprise has arrived!” Wang said excitedly.
Hearing this, the wealthy woman was a bit surprised and announced her name.
Upon finding her, the man gestured to the door.
Then—
When the delivery arrived, every viewer in the livestream was utterly dumbfounded.
“No way—a funeral wreath?”
“Am I seeing this right? Made of roses?”
“Unbelievable, nothing more to say—this is legendary.”
…
Yes, Wang’s surprise was a wreath made of roses.
The kind given at funerals.
With condolence ribbons.
Taller than a person.
On the left: “Your smile and voice remain.”
On the right: “Your spirit lives on, heroic and undying.”
Across the top: “Eternal Glory!”
“Your wreath has arrived; please accept it,” the delivery man said expressionlessly.
In an instant, the restaurant fell silent. Everyone was stunned.
“Darling, do you like it? Are you surprised? Is it unexpected?” Wang couldn’t help but ask.
“Are you an idiot?” The wealthy woman’s expression changed. She shook off Wang’s hand and strode away.
Wang was bewildered.
“Don’t women like flowers?”
At that moment, Bai Qingming, watching from the side, suddenly recalled something.
It seemed he’d told Wang to give women flowers as gifts—the more, the better.
Damn it…
Bai Qingming understood.
He understood everything.
“Bro, what do you think happened?” Wang came over, confused.
Faced with the question, Bai Qingming hesitated.
How could he explain? If he did, Wang would surely go after him.
After a moment’s silence, Bai Qingming forced himself to explain.
“It’s not your fault—maybe she’s allergic to roses.”
“I see.” Wang nodded. “Then I’ll order again and find my old baby afterward. Hey, what about chrysanthemums this time?”
“Uh…” Bai Qingming really didn’t know what to say. “Whatever makes you happy. Go for it!”
Encouraged, Wang grew even more excited, as if he could see a bright tomorrow waving to him.