My beautiful CEO wife
Chapter 298: Do You Have a Car and House?

Chapter 298: Chapter 298: Do You Have a Car and House?

However, Wang Weiwei just gave a faint, reluctant smile, with a tiny twitch at the corner of her mouth.

Zhang Lei pretended to be enthusiastic and continued, "This, Xiao Zheng, you’re from the countryside, houses? Even if you do have a house, do you have a car?"

"Hmm?"

Although it was Xiao Zheng’s first blind date, he knew the girl was looking down on his circumstances, so he simply grimaced and shook his head.

"No car? You can buy one, but do you have any savings?" Zhang Lei pressed on tactically.

Xiao Zheng shook his head helplessly again. He really wanted to say, "I’ve got a few hundred bucks in my pocket, but it’s not deposited in a bank card, does that count as savings?" But he ultimately didn’t say it, because it was no longer necessary.

He had already seen impatience written all over Wang Weiwei’s face, growing more and more obvious as she started to play games on her phone.

"Not much in savings!"

"Er... heh heh, no worries, we’re all young, we can make money. Come on, let’s eat first, get to know each other!"

Zhang Lei, the plump woman, wasn’t shy at all. She just paused for a moment, with a flicker in her eyes, and got ready to order.

As soon as eating was mentioned, Wang Weiwei immediately put down her phone, snuggled up to Zhang Lei, and started to look at the menu with bright eyes, randomly pointing at dishes.

"Sister Zhang, this bird’s nest porridge looks good, order two!"

"Weiwei, I really couldn’t tell, turns out you’ve seen the world, alright, since we’re having bird’s nest porridge, let’s get two servings of shark fin soup as well."

"And two of these large lobsters!"

"Ba Wang Bie Ji is not bad either, let’s have that too..."

The two young women chattered away, with only one principle when ordering—whatever was expensive, they’d order that; whatever was rare, they’d eat that.

Soon enough, the food was served, filling up the table. The two women gorged themselves as if they were starving ghosts reincarnated.

Xiao Zheng felt like he was watching two young sows compete for food, gobbling...

"The taste is good, right? Eat well, women should have some flesh on them, it feels good to pinch."

"You really get aesthetics, Xiao Zheng. How do you think Sister Zhang looks? Is she fat?"

Zhang Lei wobbled her waist—the lady was indeed all flesh and rolls.

Xiao Zheng smiled indifferently: "Aren’t all women made the same? It’s just beauty, height, and weight that vary, their function is all the same."

"What do you mean by that?"

The two women were puzzled—it seemed like there was more to what he said, but they were too dizzy from eating to think clearly at the moment.

Xiao Zheng narrowed his eyes and explained, "You can look at a sow, is it fat?"

"Fat!"

"Can it bear piglets?"

"Yeah, it can!"

The two women seemed to be enjoying their meal and even started to compete in answering, completely ignoring the grease dripping from their mouths.

Xiao Zheng slapped the table and grinned wickedly, "There you have it, all creatures are the same, their mission is to reproduce. As for beauty, fatness, height, or shortness, none of that matters."

"Er..."

Zhang Lei was confused—what did that mean? It sounded like an insult, didn’t it?

Wang Weiwei seemed to have caught Xiao Zheng’s drift. She stopped her chopsticks by her mouth, her gaze darting around, and grabbed Zhang Lei.

"Sister Zhang, I need to go to the washroom!"

"Me too, me too!"

Watching the two women hastily leave without a word of excuse, Xiao Zheng also felt an urgent need to relieve himself.

"Wait for me! Let’s go together."

"Uh..."

Could we actually go together? Since when did men and women stop being separate?

The two girls pretended not to hear and quickened their pace, murmuring to each other, a picture of mystery.

Xiao Zheng ultimately couldn’t catch up with them and entered the men’s restroom alone, relieving himself with a look of utter contentment.

Relieving oneself, truly the greatest joy in life, no question about it.

When he stepped out of the restroom to wash his hands, he overheard two women whispering in the adjacent ladies’ room—it was Zhang Lei and Wang Weiwei.

"Weiwei, let me tell you, sis, you don’t want a man like that. No house, no car, no savings—if you get with him, you’re just asking for a hard life."

"But, Sister Zhang, wouldn’t it be a bit harsh to reject him outright?"

"Look, sis, let me tell you from experience, hesitating only causes more trouble. If you let him cling to you, you won’t be able to shake him off."

Xiao Zheng was taken aback by what he heard but continued to listen.

"Weiwei, don’t feel guilty. A poor loser like him is destined to be single forever."

"But did we have to order so much food? Isn’t that a bit much?"

"Too much? Humph, in this day and age, it’s the bold who get fed and the timid who starve. Stick with me, and I guarantee you’ll eat your way through Zhonghai City without spending a dime. And besides..."

"And besides what?"

"And besides, with a bit of luck, you might even scam some pocket money out of it, eh?"

"..."

Xiao Zheng stood on the spot with clenched fists. This was a blatant marriage scam—swindling meals, drinks, and money. When on earth did this become an industry?

They had the gall to scam me, of all people—the nerve!

Hmph, very well, those who don’t seek death won’t die. Watch how I deal with you.

Xiao Zheng composed himself, washed his hands, and returned to his seat to slowly enjoy the remainder of his coffee, waiting for the pair to return.

Soon, the two of them came back, their expressions serious and convincing.

Zhang Lei didn’t even sit down before she pointed angrily at Xiao Zheng and scolded, "Look at you, Xiao Zheng, no house, no car, no money—you think you’re worthy of finding a match? Seriously, I’m worth hundreds by the minute, and you have me wasting time here? Weiwei, let’s go!"

What the actual hell! They turned their faces faster than a book—missing the Oscars is truly a waste.

Xiao Zheng slammed his Porsche keys on the table with a loud shout.

"Wait!"

"What now? Eh... what’s this?"

The two women turned around and were clearly taken aback, especially the plump Zhang Lei. When she saw the Porsche keys on the table, confusion washed over her face, followed by surprise that grew more evident by the second.

She quickly approached, grabbed Xiao Zheng’s arm, and shook it excitedly, "Hey, big brother, so you were just playing with us sisters? Come on, Weiwei, take a seat. Look at this guy—wide forehead, square jaw, just add a dragon bone in the mix, and he’s got the face of a man destined for wealth."

Zhang Lei’s faced beamed, her plump cheeks bunching up like a blooming chrysanthemum, as repulsive as a dung beetle covered in frost.

In a flurry, she pushed Wang Weiwei, and both women took their seats anew, Wang Weiwei now casting flirtatious glances at Xiao Zheng.

What the actual hell! Xiao Zheng gasped dramatically, proclaiming he couldn’t handle it.

Seriously, a dragon bone crosswise? I’ve only heard about the full forehead and the square lower jaw, never this last nonsense. Talk about fabrication expertise—I have to hand it to them.

Xiao Zheng looked at them indifferently, leaned back in his seat with arms folded and legs shaking, his demeanor that of someone who considered himself second only to the sky itself.