"Around thirty years old, I guess," Gongsun Lin guessed.
Bian Yujing smiled and shook her head.
"Forty years old?" Tia guessed again. If you take good care of yourself, you can look very young at forty.
Bian Yujing shook his head again, secretly pleased with himself; the little fish was about to take the bait.
Gongsun Lin and Tiya stared wide-eyed and asked in unison, "Is he fifty?"
"A little higher."
Bian Yujing smiled mysteriously, his eyes gleaming. Women are so foolish; youth and beauty are their lifelong pursuit. No matter how shrewd a woman is, she will fall into his carefully woven trap.
"Impossible. No matter how well a sixty-year-old woman takes care of herself, she can't possibly look this young. Don't try to fool us." Gongsun Lin shook her head in disbelief; she had real-life examples to back her up.
Miao Tianxiang is over sixty years old, but she is as well-preserved as a young woman in her late twenties. However, you can only see her face; her neck and hands cannot be exposed, especially her neck, which is the part that most easily reveals one's age. Miao Tianxiang is no exception.
However, she is now using Ye Qingqing's Snow Skin Cream, which is much better than before, but it is still impossible for her to have a smooth, white neck without any neck wrinkles like the woman in the photo.
“These people are not just sixty years old, their average age is sixty-seven, and this one is already seventy-two.”
Bian Yujing pointed to a beautiful woman with big, wavy hair and said that the woman had an oval face, wore light makeup, and her big, wavy hair made her look particularly charming. She looked to be no more than thirty years old in the photo. Moreover, the woman was wearing a V-neck dress, and her fair neck was clearly visible without any wrinkles, and she also had delicate collarbones.
All the women in the photos were in similar poses and dressed the same, with V-necks revealing their collarbones and their hands resting diagonally on their shoulders, showing the backs of their hands. Bian Yujing had a thorough understanding of women's psychology and knew exactly what they wanted to see.
“How could he be seventy-two years old? This doesn’t conform to the laws of nature, it’s completely abnormal, I don’t believe it.” Gongsun Lin shook her head repeatedly.
Miao Tianxiang was the most well-maintained woman she knew, but she paled in comparison to these women, not even a finger could compare. But Miao Tianxiang spent astronomical sums on her face and body every year, how could she possibly be inferior to Bian Yujing's unsuccessful experimental subject?
Tia also thought it was impossible. "You didn't let a few young girls take pictures, are you kidding me?"
Bian Yujing's face suddenly darkened. He put away the photo and said unhappily, "So, in the hearts of you two young ladies, I am such a despicable person. I'm sorry to have disturbed you. Farewell!"
After saying that, he stood up, turned and left.
Tia and Gongsun Lin stared at each other in astonishment. By the time they came to their senses, Bian Yujing had already left the coffee shop.
"Look at you, you've made him leave in anger. I don't think he was lying!" Gongsun Lin complained, though she was actually starting to believe him.
If Bian Yujing were a swindler, how could he have such a bad temper? Which swindler doesn't fawn over and flatter others in order to gain benefits? But Bian Yujing has a worse temper than anyone else. He turns on you at the slightest disagreement. He doesn't seem like a swindler at all.
Tia said regretfully, "How was I supposed to know he'd react like that? Sigh... what I said just now was really impolite. Should I apologize to him?"
"They're all gone, where are we supposed to find them!"
Gongsun Lin rolled her eyes and looked out the window. The rain had stopped, and the two called a waiter to settle the bill.
"That gentleman has already settled the bill for you two," the waiter said with a smile.
Gongsun Lin and Tiya felt even worse, feeling that they had judged a gentleman by their own petty standards.
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