Don't Get Too Excited, the Silicone Might Fall Off

Wang Biao was completely dumbfounded by this barrage of questions.

After a moment, he began answering them one by one. "I'm a company driver with a monthly salary just over ten thousand. I don’t own a house yet, but I have a budget car worth around a hundred thousand."

Wang Biao wasn’t particularly educated. If it weren’t for Xu Shou, he might still be working at a construction site.

"Oh, so just a driver."

Disappointment flashed in Li Shuang’s eyes.

The person who introduced them had said Wang Biao worked at a big company, and from their chats, he seemed generous.

She had assumed he was wealthy, but it turned out he was just some broke chauffeur.

"Li Shuang, what do you know? Even drivers are ranked by who they work for. Take ancient times, for example—a servant to the emperor and a servant to a local landlord were worlds apart!"

Chang Li patted Li Shuang’s shoulder as she spoke.

Li Shuang thought it over and nodded. "Brother Wang, how much savings do you have?"

"I’ve got about two or three hundred thousand," Wang Biao answered honestly.

"Only two or three hundred thousand? That’s not enough. You’re already thirty. Online, they say people your age with less than a million in savings are considered below average."

Li Shuang couldn’t help but comment.

Xu Mu, overhearing this, almost walked over to slap her and ask how much she had saved herself.

This woman must have been brainwashed by those ridiculous online standards.

Would a thirty-year-old with a million in savings even look twice at a plastic-faced gold-digger like her?

Wang Biao fell silent.

"Brother Wang, let me lay out my conditions: a house within the city’s third ring road—I refuse to rent. As for the car, it has to be worth at least three hundred thousand. All my friends drive Mercedes or BMWs. I’d be embarrassed to show up in some cheap ride."

"For the engagement, the betrothal gift is 180,000. The bride price isn’t much—just 388,000, following our local customs, plus the 'five golds' jewelry set."

"Oh, and I have a younger brother. When he gets married, as his sister, I can’t let him lose face. He likes electric cars, so we’ll gift him a Tesla."

Li Shuang rattled off her demands with relish.

After finishing, she took a sip of juice and dug into her steak.

Not only was Wang Biao stunned, but Xu Mu was too.

Damn, she really had the audacity.

Xu Mu couldn’t take it anymore. He immediately pulled out his phone and messaged Wang Biao.

Glancing at his phone, Wang Biao followed Xu Mu’s instructions and asked, "Then... what dowry would you bring?"

Li Shuang’s face darkened instantly.

She slammed the table. "Wang Biao! Are you even a man? Asking for a dowry? Women are scarce these days—all my girlfriends get the same treatment!"

"Well, actually, there is a dowry. The bride’s family provides three sets of bedding," Chang Li chimed in.

Xu Mu almost laughed. He wanted to see what kind of background this woman had.

If she actually deserved these demands, fine. But if not, she was just here to make wishes.

Using his "Eye of Divinity," he scanned her and nearly choked on his anger.

Name: Li Shuang

Occupation: Massage Therapist at "Paradise Foot Spa"

Favorability: 0

Fate Level: 1 (Max 10)

Having experienced everything in Jiang City, Xu Mu knew exactly what "Paradise Foot Spa" was.

The women there could be taken out—for a price.

He checked the other woman.

Name: Chang Li

Occupation: Massage Therapist at "Paradise Foot Spa"

Favorability: 0

Fate Level: 1 (Max 10)

Xu Mu smirked coldly. Birds of a feather indeed.

"Brother Wang, think it over. These are my bare minimum requirements. If you can’t meet them, it just means you’re not good enough. Don’t blame me."

Li Shuang added, "Marriage isn’t just about you. Your parents can chip in."

"Miss, if you want to make wishes, go to a temple. Burn more incense while you’re at it."

Xu Mu walked over and cut in.

"Who the hell are you? This is our conversation—you have no right to butt in!" Li Shuang snapped, pointing at him.

"I just can’t stand it. Let me ask: What’s your monthly salary? How much have you saved? Ever heard of 'marrying within your league'? With your background, meeting someone like him is your ancestors’ luck running out."

"You—you’re full of crap!"

"Don’t get too worked up. Your silicone might slip."

Xu Mu’s tone was icy.

"Wang Biao! What are you staring at? He’s insulting me—do something!" Li Shuang shouted.

"Let’s go."

Xu Mu grabbed Wang Biao’s shoulder and pulled him toward the exit.

Meng Wanyue followed them out.

"Damn it! Wasting my time. No money and still wants to marry? Know your place!"

Li Shuang cursed at Wang Biao’s retreating figure. All that fake sweet-talking in their chats, and he turned out to be a penniless loser.

With a cold snort, she grabbed her purse and stood. "Let’s go!"

"Ladies, hold on. Your bill is 6,800. We accept cards, cash, or mobile payments."

A waiter approached with a polite smile.

"6,800?! Are you robbing us?"

Li Shuang pointed outside. "Go after them—make him pay!"

"Sorry, but you ordered the food. They didn’t eat anything, so the bill is yours."

"What gives you the right?!"

Just then, several security guards surrounded them.

"We offer loan services if needed. Otherwise, we’ll have to call the police."

The waiter’s smile never wavered.

---

Back in the car, Wang Biao sat silently in the back seat.

"Old Wang, what’s on your mind?"

"Master Xu... maybe she’s right. At the end of the day, I’m just not capable enough."

Wang Biao shook his head weakly.

"Bullshit! There are plenty of good women out there. You just ran into a delusional one."

Xu Mu glanced at him through the rearview mirror. "Let me tell you something—the uglier the woman, the more entitled she tends to be."

Wang Biao kept his head down, saying nothing.

"Old Wang, answer me honestly: Do you really think you two were a match?"

Xu Mu could tell Wang Biao was still hung up.

"No. I wasn’t good enough for her."

Wang Biao’s voice was quiet. Unlike others, he had no family support to fall back on.

"Old Wang, I’ll cut to the chase—she wasn’t good enough for you."

Xu Mu drove back to the company.

Wang Biao forced a smile. He knew Xu Mu was just trying to comfort him.

"Tonight, I’ll give you your answer."

Xu Mu’s eyes met his in the mirror. "Call some brothers—thirty should do."

"M-Master Xu, you’re not planning to..."

Wang Biao trailed off. His job was to protect Xu Mu. He’d follow orders without question.

Still, he suspected Xu Mu might be planning to help him save face.

"You think I’m going after that woman?" Xu Mu chuckled.

After a pause, Wang Biao nodded.

"No, you’ve got it wrong. I just want to help her meet her sales quota."

Xu Mu kept his eyes on the road.

---

Back at the office, Xu Mu was about to take a nap when his phone rang.

He checked the caller ID—Feng Jian.

A smirk tugged at his lips as he answered.

"Master Xu! Save me!" Feng Jian’s desperate voice wailed through the speaker.