"Mr. Lu, stop being so stubborn. We all understand. Just consider her your wife, haha..." Mr. Zhang winked at Lu Mo with an ambiguous look, and the others laughed along with him.
Xie Chu's heart was even more itchy. If she really was his lover, he would talk to Lu Mo about it later. This beauty was too beautiful. She was so beautiful that he didn't care that Lu Mo had used her. He would have no regrets in this life if he could spend the night with such a beauty!
Lu Mo's expression turned serious, and he said in a deep voice, "I always keep my word and never lie. Mr. Zhang's words are meaningless."
Mr. Zhang's heart skipped a beat. He knew Lu Mo was angry, so he quickly smiled apologetically, "I was just joking. Your wife is really too young, like a little girl. Who would believe she's a woman who has given birth?"
"Mr. Zhang is right. I can't believe how Mrs. Lu maintains her youthful appearance." The others chimed in, and the atmosphere relaxed again.
Lu Mo smiled slightly and said seriously, "My wife is naturally beautiful and doesn't need much maintenance."
The bosses chuckled dryly, cursing inwardly. This nonsense is ridiculous. Time spares no one. If Ye Qingqing really is Madam Lu, her face must have cost at least a million taels of silver to achieve such a good effect.
Of course, it's also true that she has a good foundation. For example, their old wife, with her rough skin, even if she spent ten million, she could never become as beautiful as Ye Qingqing. Instead, she would look out of place and even more uncomfortable.
Ye Qingqing took out her phone and found a group photo of herself with the three Xiaozhu siblings. The ten-year-old Xiaozhu was already as tall as Ye Qingqing, looking like he was fourteen or fifteen years old. The mother and the two of them looked like siblings when they stood together.
"Look, this is my eldest son, he's ten years old and as tall as me. These are my younger son and daughter, they're five years old and very mischievous."
With the photos as proof, Madam Xie and the others had no choice but to believe it. Moreover, the disdain Ye Qingqing showed when mentioning her children was something that couldn't be faked; all mothers are like that, they complain a lot.
"Are the two little ones twins? They look exactly alike!" Madam Xie was extremely envious. She loved beautiful children the most. The quiet siblings looked just like those in a painting, and they were identical. Everyone who saw them would like them.
"Yes, they are siblings. The older sister is more mischievous than the younger brother and likes to fight. She learned kung fu from her father and always thinks she is a heroine. She has to intervene in injustices. Her parents are called in every semester. Sigh!"
Speaking of her daughter, Ye Qingqing had a real headache. She was called to school again recently because Jingjing had dislocated the arm of a male classmate. The parents were relentless in their demands, so Ye Qingqing fixed the arm for her son and even bought a generous gift to apologize in person.
It was later discovered that the male classmate had been itching to pull Jingjing's hair, and despite three warnings from Jingjing, he continued to do as he pleased. Jingjing finally lost her patience and dislocated his arm.
Ye Qingqing didn't criticize Jingjing. Her daughter knew what she was doing and wouldn't go too far. That male classmate was indeed a bit annoying. Words didn't work, so she had to resort to violence.
"Kids these days are well-nourished, which one isn't mischievous? Only smart kids are mischievous. If a child is like a block of wood, never making a fuss, parents will worry. It's better for them to be a little mischievous; they'll become quiet when they grow up," said a shop owner.
"Yes, it's good for girls to learn kung fu so they won't be bullied. I regret not sending my daughter to learn taekwondo. Now she's like a lump of dough, and she doesn't know how to fight back when people bully her in the dormitory. It makes me so angry." Mrs. Zhang was also worried about her silly daughter.
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