NOVPUBMoreover, she gave the impression of being extremely innocent, not putting on any airs at all.
But Wang Li gave off the exact opposite vibe.
Her facial features were actually quite average, but once she applied makeup and donned a sexy cheongsam, her curvaceous figure was perfectly outlined, giving her a rather flirtatiously vulgar aura.
Calling it flirtatiously vulgar, however, doesn’t mean that all men could resist her charm.
From another perspective, girls like Zhu Ling and He Bingbing who were too beautiful and had too aloof a temperament weren’t easily approachable by the average person, making men feel inferior.
So, Wang Li’s allure to the average man was absolutely formidable.
"You guys go ahead and sit, dinner will be ready shortly."
Wang Li smiled as she invited everyone to sit down and began pouring tea for them.
"Old Zhu, what are you doing in there, why isn’t dinner ready yet?"
As Wang Li urged him on, a middle-aged man hurriedly carried out the dishes from the kitchen.
"It’s ready, it’s ready, dinner is served."
Old Zhu arranged the dishes one by one on the table and then signaled to Wu Bin and the others to start eating quickly, lest the food cool down and lose its taste.
After placing the last dish on the table, Old Zhu said to Wang Li, "Sister Wang, there seems to be a problem with the stove in the kitchen. Could you take a look and let Tang Ge know later?"
Wang Li frowned, somewhat impatiently, "We’re in the middle of eating, can’t this wait until after dinner?"
Old Zhu anxiously said, "No way, you know I’m about to head up the mountain soon, and I might not return for several days. If we don’t fix the stove issue, you’ll all have trouble cooking later, and that would really bother me."
Left with no other choice, Wang Li said to Wu Bin and the others, "Alright then, you guys go ahead and eat, don’t wait for me. I’ll go see what exactly is going on in the kitchen."
After Wang Li finished speaking, she followed Old Zhu into the kitchen while muttering complaints under her breath.
As soon as the two had left, Wu Bin asked, "Who was that man?"
Song Bing picked up some food with his chopsticks and said indifferently, "You mean Old Zhu? Oh, his name is Zhu Quanyou, he’s a distant relative of my uncle. He’s in his forties and still single, and he’s always struggled to find work at home."
"My uncle thought, since we’re relatives, it’s best to help out when we can, so he let him stay in the factory quarters. But when he’s got nothing to do, he comes back to cook for my aunt."
"As you’ve seen, my aunt doesn’t cook but spends her time online shopping, watching dramas, and the like. Anyway, my uncle is really good to my aunt. Since he married her, he’s thrown himself into his work even more, and the factory has been thriving under his management."
Song Bing spoke with a face full of admiration and envy.
"To be honest, I want to be like my uncle one day, to find a woman I love and treat her well for the rest of my life. I feel that this is my life’s pursuit and goal."
Upon hearing Song Bing speak, the live stream audience burst into laughter.
"I never expected this department head to be such a romantic; why haven’t we noticed it before?"
"Give me a break, what romance for college students? Isn’t it all about one day with a junior girl and the next day with a senior one? Anyone who believes that is a complete fool."
"Regardless, at least he has that idea, which is a lot better than most men. Not like many men who don’t even think about it and just want to be a playboy from the start."
"What you say... Who’s a playboy? We’re just more tender-hearted and want to give a home to all the heartbroken girls out there. How could that be called being a playboy?"
It was clear that Song Bing was serious when he said this.
Wu Bin took a bite of potato and responded, "I didn’t expect you to be so lacking in ambition. Aren’t you the son of wealthy parents? Don’t you have any grand aspirations?"
Song Bing curled his lip disdainfully and said, "Grand aspirations? You mean making money?"
"When I was very young, my parents were always working outside to earn money, and later when they had saved a bit, they started their own business."
"Do you have any idea how humble they had to be to save enough money to start their factory, how much suffering they went through? To be honest, I feel I could never match my parents, especially the hardships they endured back then, which I definitely don’t want to experience all over again."
"So, for me, my ideal is to find a good wife, earn some money on the side to support myself, and live a peaceful life. As for anything else, I haven’t thought about it."
No wonder Song Bing was so resistant to taking over the family business from the start; he had realized from a young age that developing and inheriting the wood factory would require a lot of effort and hardship.
The most important thing was maintaining client relationships, and in this area, Song Bing really lacked talent.
Not to mention that he couldn’t hold his liquor, even if he wanted to drink, he would want to do it with his friends and brothers.
Drink with clients? Why should I?
Just because you have a bit of money, you expect me to kowtow to you at the dining table?
No way!
"Hey, Wu, don’t just stand there. Eat up. The braised pork that Zhu Ling cooked is the best. You guys should try it," someone interjected.
Wu Bin glanced at Song Bing and said, "Song, I need to tell you something. Don’t get mad."
Song Bing waved his hand nonchalantly.
"Just spit it out. What kind of relationship do we have that you’re being so formal?" he said.
Wu Bin whispered, "Look, it’s only Zhu Ling and your aunt here, and your uncle is often away working. Doesn’t he worry at all?"
Song Bing’s hand, about to pick up more food, paused, and the smile froze on his face.
"Wu, what do you mean by that?" he asked.
Seeing that Song Bing’s expression had changed, Wu Bin continued, "I’m just guessing, you know—this man and woman alone together, staying at home every day, it’s not convenient, is it?"
"And think about it; we’re having a nice meal here, how come the stove only breaks down now of all times?"
"Think about it, think about it carefully."
If someone else were speaking to him like this, Song Bing would have flipped out right away.
But this time, the person saying these things was Wu Bin, which immediately silenced Song Bing.
"Wu, did you discover something? I know you’re capable. If you’ve found something out, just say it. Don’t beat around the bush with me," Song Bing said.
Without wasting words, Wu Bin pointed towards the kitchen and said, "Alright, I’ll just say it then. If you want to know something, go in there and see for yourself."
As he spoke, Wu Bin gestured to Song Bing and tiptoed with him towards the kitchen.
As they approached, they could hear voices talking inside.
