“Actually… you’ve lost the feeling of being in love,” Chu Fang said seriously.
This guy has met all kinds of women. Ren Feiping can perceive the good and bad qualities and their little thoughts of women, and even quickly think of ways to deal with them.
Therefore, what Ren Feiping calls "love" is merely a feeling of unfamiliarity upon first meeting, rather than true love.
Upon hearing this, Ren Feiping felt a deep-seated fear.
Good heavens!
So what exactly was my previous relationship?
Is it merely physical desire?
Although he acknowledges himself as a 'ladies' (a scumbag), he cannot accept that he has lost the feeling of being in love.
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!" Ren Feiping said with absolute certainty.
"Why not?" Chu Fang crossed his legs, looking as if he had already seen through the other party's true colors, but he didn't want to argue with him. He glanced at the sky; it was afternoon, and there was still plenty of time before dark. He was bored, and playing around with the other party would be a good idea. He said slowly, "How about we make a bet?"
"What kind of bet?"
"I'm betting on whether you still have feelings for girls, whether you still feel that heartbeat when you see a girl." Upon seeing Ren Feiping, Chu Fang thought of Lu Ziqiao from "iPartment," as their experiences were almost identical. "If you ever feel that heartbeat, I'll buy the most expensive bottle of wine in your bar."
The waiter next to him gasped.
The most expensive bottle of wine in their bar was bought at a high price from Western Europe by the major shareholder and is kept as the store's prized possession. Many customers want to buy that bottle of wine, but they immediately give up the idea when they hear its price.
That was a famous wine from the last century, the king of wines at the time, and now it is priceless. It is rare in the world, and its price is astronomical, more than eight million.
What does eight million mean?
An ordinary person could work hard their whole life and still not earn this much money.
However... the waiter's surprise only lasted for two or three seconds. Once he thought about who the customer in front of him was, he calmed down.
Although in the eyes of the waiters, Chu Fang is the epitome of rice bowls, it is undeniable that Chu Fang is really rich.
Every time he went to a bar, he would buy six figures worth of alcohol, but he wouldn't drink it; he would just leave it there as a way of supporting Ren Feiping's business.
Ren Feiping wasn't surprised by this. Chu Fang was a real rich man, not the kind of fake rich man who pretends to be rich when he's not.
Compared to the value of the bottle of wine, Ren Feiping was more concerned about the bet between the two, saying, "What if I lose?"
“You lost…” Upon hearing this, Chu Fang stroked his chin, lost in thought. He was now in a dilemma. After thinking it over, he looked at Ren Feiping with some disdain: “If I want your money, you seem to be a penniless wretch. If I want to do something, you don’t seem to be able to help me with anything. I don’t think I’ll get any benefit from winning. To me, you really have no value whatsoever.”
The waiter pursed his lips, trying hard not to laugh out loud.
Ren Feiping: "... ..."
Chu Fang's words were like a steel knife piercing his heart.
It hurts!
The truth can really hurt.
Chu Fang then waved his hand and said, "Forget it, we're brothers, so if you lose, consider it as owing me a favor."
"Deal!" Ren Feiping slammed his hand on the table, then asked, "Then you need to prove that I feel my heart flutter when I see a girl?"
"Then we'll have to rely on technology."
Chu Fang made a phone call, and his private doctor delivered the latest heart rate monitoring equipment. The private doctor felt that his client was really... quite boring.
Just to prove whether there is any spark of attraction, they actually used such expensive medical equipment on a person, treating it as a gamble.
The private doctor installed a series of devices and attached the relevant instruments to Ren Feiping's chest. He then pointed to the screen and said, "This is your current heartbeat, a straight line. If you experience a sudden heartbeat, your heartbeat will change, becoming faster or slower, or fluctuating up and down along a straight line."
Ren Feiping nodded: "Understood!"
With all the preparations complete, the next step was the testing phase. The three left the bar, with Ren Feiping walking ahead and Chu Fang and the private doctor following behind with their laptops.
Along the way, Ren Feiping saw many girls, some with hot figures, some with beautiful faces, some with charming looks... all kinds of women, but unfortunately, his heart remained calm and undisturbed, as still as a straight line.
Ren Feiping was terrified.
Could it really be as Chu Fang said?
I've lost all feeling for women?
Then what's the difference between me and a eunuch?
There's no difference.
"No way!" Ren Feiping wanted to prove himself. "The girls on the bar street are too flashy and frivolous. They're all gold diggers. Of course, they can't get my heart racing. Let's go to the Bund. There are more beautiful women there, and most of them are pure young girls. They can get my heart racing."
"As you wish." Chu Fang was very agreeable.
The three arrived at the Bund, a bustling area in Shanghai with countless tourists, and many girls came to take photos.
Unfortunately, Ren Feiping's heartbeat remained unchanged. He even took the initiative to strike up a conversation with a very beautiful girl. The two chatted happily and even reached the point of planning to "have an hour-long romance," but Ren Feiping's heartbeat remained calm.
Seeing this, Ren Feiping said he had genital warts. The pretty woman's expression changed, and she strode away, leaving behind the words, "Pervert!"
Chu Fang gave him a thumbs up.
You're really ruthless.
Ren Feiping shrugged: "That's experience. It's an effective way to get rid of those clingy girls."
But when he thought about his current predicament, he quickly lost his smugness.
“No!” Ren Feiping thought for a few seconds. “These girls can’t attract my attention anymore. I should go back to my old flames. Maybe I’ll feel a spark then.”
He immediately scrolled through his phone's records, which contained the names, phone numbers, and most distinctive features of his former lovers so he could remember them.
The record on it read: Lili, 36D, I can only say it's very big; Xiaohua, those legs, oh my, they're so alluring; Bingxin, very moist; Qiqi, this woman cheated on me, and most importantly, the guy was uglier than me... and so on.
Chu Fang glanced at it and thought, "Wow, this guy has dozens of pages of notes, and you can imagine how many girls he's been in contact with."
Then, Ren Feiping called his old flames. Some of them would hurl insults at him, while others would hear heavy breathing on the other end, overjoyed to receive his call and wanting to arrange an "hour-long romance." Some were already divorced but insisted on getting divorced so they could rekindle their romance with him.
Chu Fang stared at him.
"I'd rather tear down ten temples than break up one marriage. What are you planning to do, kid?"
Ren Feiping truly lived up to his reputation as a 'love guru,' employing all sorts of persuasive tactics to finally convince his ex-lover to get a divorce. He immediately hung up the phone, blocked and deleted her, and slowly exhaled, 'Why do I always encounter girls like this?'
"You think you're something special, huh?" Chu Fang thought to himself, but still put on a sympathetic look and patted him on the shoulder: "Brother, just accept your fate."
"No way! I can't accept my fate!" Ren Feiping touched his chest. "I just don't believe my heart can be so calm."
Chu Fang glanced at the time: "It's almost time to get off work. I don't have time to waste with you any longer."
“For the last one, believe me, if I still don’t feel anything by the last one, I admit defeat,” Ren Feiping said.
"OK."
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