Going home for Chinese New Year, I squeezed onto a bus with three energetic young women.

Finally, Xia Qing forced a smile and said:

"Bai Li, even though we've broken up, we can still be friends."

"I'm getting engaged soon, what's wrong with celebrating with my friends?"

"You don't still have feelings for me, do you?"

Upon hearing Xia Qing's words, Bai Li had only one thought: Is this woman out of her mind?

"Friends? Who's your friend?" He leaned back in his chair, his eyes full of mockery.

"What would I celebrate at your wedding? That you finally found someone to take your dump? Or something else...?"

He paused, his gaze sweeping over her exquisite Chanel-style suit, his tone light and casual:

"Would you wear your wedding dress and have sex with me the night before our wedding?"

The air fell silent for two seconds after those words were spoken.

Xia Qing's face instantly turned a deep purplish-red, filled with shame and indignation, her hand trembling as she pointed at Bai Li:

"you……"

"Stop with the 'you, you, you'." Bai Li interrupted her directly, not giving her a chance to respond.

"Don't think I don't know what you're up to. You had to shove the invitation in my face just to show off your so-called privileged life, didn't you?"

"Save my breath. I'd rather take my three little sisters to play claw machines than use that time."

Just as Xia Qing was about to explode with anger, a slightly overweight figure came running over, panting.

"Qingqing, why did it take you so long to buy a milk tea? I thought you had lost it."

The man who came was a middle-aged man around forty years old. He was not tall, and although his Mediterranean hairstyle was carefully combed, it still couldn't hide the barrenness on his head.

He was wearing a tight Armani T-shirt, and the fat on his stomach stretched the logo out of shape.

He walked over to Xia Qing and put his chubby hand around her waist.

Xia Qing's body stiffened for a moment.

The greasy, sweaty smell characteristic of a fat, middle-aged man filled her nostrils, making her stomach churn.

If it weren't for the few tobacco and liquor stores he owned and the decent financial situation he had in this small county, she wouldn't have given this kind of stuff a second glance before.

"You...what brings you here?"

"What's wrong, Qingqing? Did I come at the wrong time?"

She instinctively wanted to dodge, but remembering that Bai Li was watching from the opposite side, she could only suppress her nausea and instead leaned closer to the man's arms.

Her eyes darted around, and she didn't dare to meet Bai Li's gaze. She felt inexplicably inferior.

Bai Li almost burst out laughing when he saw the "perfect couple" in front of him.

He originally thought that someone as proud and arrogant as Xia Qing, even if she was after money, would at least find someone somewhat acceptable.

I never expected him to have such a heavy taste. This guy is not only not a fiancé, but if he dyed his hair white, people would believe he was her second uncle.

"So this is your taste now." Bai Li rubbed his chin and clicked his tongue twice. "Yeah, steady."

Xia Qing sensed the sarcasm in his words and retorted defiantly:

"Mind your own business! Old Wang treats me well, he's considerate and caring, much better than some pretty boys who only know how to sweet-talk!"

The man called Lao Wang also sensed something was wrong, but as a seasoned veteran, his skin was as thick as a city wall.

He chuckled, reached out and patted the bunch of keys hanging from his waist, deliberately exposing the conspicuous Mercedes logo, and pressed the unlock button.

"Beep beep—"

Across the street, the headlights of a white Mercedes C260 flashed twice.

"Young man, that's not right."

Old Wang squinted, adopting a lecturing tone befitting someone who's been through it all:

"Middle-aged men like me are reliable; the most important thing is financial stability!"

"These days, can love put food on the table? If you have to make the woman take a taxi when you go on a date, that's really embarrassing, don't you think?"

As he spoke, he glanced at Bai Li, seemingly unintentionally, his sense of superiority overflowing.

Before Bai Li could speak, Chen Tingting, who was standing next to her, exploded.

As a top-tier "spiritual younger sister," what she hates most in her life is these pretentious, wealthy old men.

"Oh my god, the way you say that makes people think you drive a Rolls-Royce."

Chen Tingting rolled her eyes, looked Lao Wang up and down with a look of disdain, as if she were looking at a piece of pork.

"Auntie, you have some serious taste. Choosing such an old man, is it because he's old? Or because he doesn't shower?"

"You're so fat, on your wedding night, will we have to lift up three layers of fat folds to find your little tuft of hair?"

"puff--"

Lin Xiaoshuang, who was drinking water, couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of water.

Old Wang's face instantly turned liver-colored, and his smile froze on his face.

Li Jiaxin wasn't idle either; she coldly added insult to injury:

"That's great, it's called complementarity. Your husband isn't greedy for money, and you're not lustful, you're a match made in heaven."

"Besides, your fiancé doesn't even have as much hair as you do, does he?"

"Hahaha, yes, yes, yes!" Lin Xiaoshuang wiped her mouth and nodded frantically.

The three girls, each saying a line, worked together seamlessly, maximizing the level of sarcasm.

Old Wang was trembling with anger. He pointed at them, wanting to curse, but when his gaze fell on their faces, his anger strangely dissipated.

Holy crap, how come these three girls look so pretty?

That face full of collagen—that youthful glow that no amount of expensive skincare products can replicate.

Especially the one wearing a JK uniform, her legs are so white.

Old Wang's filthy thoughts instantly came to life.

He's been living in the county town for so many years, what kind of woman hasn't he seen?

But this kind of remarkably youthful and energetic young woman is actually quite attractive.

He tossed his hair with what he thought was a cool flick of his wrist, revealing a greasy smile.

"Little girls, you're still young and don't understand things. Your thinking is too immature."

Old Wang said earnestly:

"What future is there in following a pretty boy like that? He'll be broke and starving."

"You think a few hundred dollars is a lot of money now, but when you grow up you'll realize that kind of money is just a drop in the ocean."

As he spoke, his lecherous eyes darted between the three girls:

"When looking for a man, it has to be someone like me. Rich, and... what's that word again? 'Bad boy charm'! You know? This is what you call a 'bad boy' look for older men."

"Ugh—what a weirdly roguish look!"

Chen Tingting made an exaggerated vomiting gesture:

"Uncle, you're so shameless! Be careful of pig slaughterers on the street this Chinese New Year."

"Besides, so what if our eldest brother isn't as rich as you? He's only twenty-five! You're practically in your grave!"

"Exactly!" Lin Xiaoshuang hugged Bai Li's arm, her little face beaming.

"I think my older brother is the best in the world! He'll definitely be ten thousand times richer than you in the future!"

"We're only nineteen, we'll outlast you!" Li Jiaxin concluded coldly.

The words "nineteen years old" struck Xia Qing and Lao Wang like a heavy hammer blow.

Youth is the greatest asset, an unreasonable and overwhelming advantage.

Looking at the three youthful faces, and then at her own overweight fiancé beside her, Xia Qing felt a strong sense of disparity that completely broke her down.

"Old Wang! I'm leaving!" She couldn't stay a moment longer, stomped her foot hard, and turned to leave.

Old Wang was too embarrassed to stay any longer. After all, being called "little pigtail" by three young girls was a disgrace.

"Hmph! A bunch of country bumpkins who've never seen the world!" He uttered a weak but harsh remark and slunk away after Xia Qing.