One woman said, "He must be in his early thirties; he looks quite young."

"Haha, Mrs. Xie is mistaken. Mr. Lu is over forty, forty-one or forty-two, I think." Someone laughed.

"You really can't tell. He looks to be only in his early thirties. Mr. Lu really knows how to take care of himself. His figure is even better than that of a young man. I imagine Mrs. Lu must be a beauty of unparalleled grace." Mrs. Xie was quite surprised. She had always thought Lu Mo was only in his early thirties and was still so handsome and strong. Even though she was already married and had children, she still felt a strong urge to admire him.

She then looked at her husband, who was about the same age as Lu Mo, but had already gone bald. He hadn't yet developed a potbelly, but his sexual prowess had been declining. Ever since her husband turned thirty-five, she hadn't been able to enjoy himself to the fullest.

Madam Xie bit her lip, feeling a pang of sadness. She was well-maintained, with fair skin, a slightly plump figure, and a striking and elegant appearance. Director Xie, on the other hand, was a refined and cultured scholar, with even fairer skin than his wife, and spoke slowly and deliberately.

Xie Chuchao gave his wife a meaningful look, feeling uneasy. He wanted to make her happy, but he was powerless to do so.

But he didn't want to take Viagra, because that would be admitting he couldn't perform, and no man wants to admit defeat. Director Xie had recently taken to sports, hoping to improve his abilities through fitness, but with little success. If all else failed, he would have to resort to medication.

Mrs. Xie sensed her husband's gaze. The couple exchanged a subtle glance before quickly looking away. Their relationship had been rather delicate lately, all because of that incident.

"One of Bamboo." Someone played a card, glancing subtly at President Xie.

Director Xie's eyes lit up. "I won! I was just waiting for this one. Thank you so much, Mr. Zhang!"

Mr. Zhang, who was dealing the cards, looked annoyed. "Oh dear, I should have played East Wind. I lost my temper. Oh no, that doesn't count. Let's start over."

"That won't do. Once you've made your move, there's no going back. We have to follow the rules. Mr. Zhang, have some tea and calm down. You've already had several rounds of this tonight." Director Xie was in a great mood; he loved playing cards like this.

Unlike the card games I've played before, where the players would throw the game like they were throwing water guns, even a three-year-old could tell it was intentional. Do they think he's stupid?

He was a cultured man who despised vulgar and barbaric practices. The card game that Lu Mo arranged tonight pleased him greatly. The well-timed play and the romantic conversation made Director Xie feel very good and he was even more satisfied with Lu Mo. At least Lu Mo was not as crude as other bosses and was cultured, so he could be considered a Confucian businessman.

Lu Mo pushed open the door and said with a smile, "I'm late."

Director Xie looked up and joked, "When President Lu punishes himself with three drinks, what about your mistress whom you keep hidden away?"

"Since Director Xie has spoken, we must drink the three cups. Let me first introduce my wife."

Lu Mo, unlike his usual aloofness, chatted and laughed with Director Xie, which made Ye Qingqing feel even more curious. Tonight's Lu Mo felt particularly fresh to her, very different from usual.

Ye Qingqing emerged from behind him, smiling broadly, which surprised everyone. They all wore expressions of disbelief, as it was completely unexpected. They never imagined that Lu Mo's wife would be so young and beautiful.

The group exchanged puzzled glances, but they all felt that Ye Qingqing was probably not the main wife. Lu Mo was already in his early forties, and his childhood sweetheart must be in her thirties at the very least. This Mrs. Lu in front of them looked to be in her early twenties at most. How could that be?