Wu Mangmang was shocked beyond belief.

The unexpected dazed expression on her face, her slightly parted pink lips, and her eyes wider than copper bells – all of this seemed somewhat cute to Shen Ting. For a woman nowadays to make him feel cute was worth at least eighty points.

As for Wu Mangmang, she felt like she had unexpectedly won the Golden Statue Award for Best Actress with a silent performance.

So Wu Mangmang directly picked up the dessert spoon from the coffee saucer in front of her and spoke into it like a microphone: “I’d like to thank Ms. Liu for giving me this blind date opportunity, thank Mr. Shen for providing me with a bridge to soar tomorrow, thank…”

Unable to continue for a moment, Wu Mangmang changed course: “Here, I want to sincerely ask Mr. Shen again – actually I talk quite a lot, I was just quiet earlier because you were constantly on the phone. So are you sure you really want to try with me? Even if I’m chattering through sickness and health…”

Wu Mangmang was still babbling when Shen Ting had already raised his hand to signal the waiter for the bill.

In the parking garage, Shen Ting’s car was as serious as he was. Wu Mangmang had talked herself dry and finally had to take a break. That the usually quiet Shen Ting could still calmly invite her to lunch after all that chatter was truly admirable.

Lunch was very brief. When the car headed toward the seaside, Wu Mangmang’s heart skipped a beat and she asked, “Where are we going?”

“Taking a boat out to sea.” Shen Ting said.

Wu Mangmang couldn’t help but recall her morning encounter with Ning Zheng. Fortunately, that was just a verbal invitation that hadn’t been accepted.

The private yacht marina had a place to buy nautical gear. Shen Ting thoughtfully dropped Wu Mangmang off at the entrance.

But he clearly had no intention of going in to browse ladies’ bikinis himself.

The prices here were thirty percent higher than elsewhere, but the brands and styles were impeccable. Wu Mangmang swiped her credit card (issued under her own ID) while secretly thinking that she’d need to find part-time work starting tomorrow, or next month’s credit card debt would be worrying.

The cashier looked at Wu Mangmang twice – every credit card used for shopping here was a black card. It was rare to see a customer with a cartoon card.

When Wu Mangmang appeared before Shen Ting again, she was wearing a red bikini with a white knitted mesh cover-up and red flip-flops.

This summer’s new style sunglasses hung on her nose bridge, covering half her face.

Shen Ting was momentarily stunned.

Wu Mangmang waved at him and said “Hi,” then bounced over, removed her sunglasses, and smiled: “What, don’t recognize me?”

Shen Ting was truly dazzled by Wu Mangmang’s porcelain-white skin.

Wu Mangmang truly lived up to her name.

A sheet of white.

The whiteness of Westerners and Easterners was different. Western white turned red when exposed to sun and had large pores – looked like snow from afar but like a honeycomb up close.

But Wu Mangmang’s white was that crystal-clear hard-boiled egg white, white yet bouncy and elastic, not to mention her impressive assets.

So when Wu Mangmang bounced over, Shen Ting felt his eyes bounce along with her.

Besides natural beauty, there was good reason why Wu Mangmang’s skin was so well-maintained lately.

Working in a windowless office meant no sun exposure.

Riding the subway to avoid perverts, even in summer she wore long-sleeve T-shirts with jeans and canvas shoes every day, not exposing an inch of skin.

So she had cultivated truly tender, watery white skin.

For a moment, Shen Ting didn’t want to take Wu Mangmang out to sea, but then laughed at himself for being old-fashioned. This girl might look young, but her experience probably exceeded his own.

If she liked to show off, he needn’t be uptight about it.

Just as Wu Mangmang turned to get her forgotten wide-brimmed sun hat, Shen Ting was monopolized by his phone again.

When he apologetically covered his phone and looked back at Wu Mangmang, the girl was already busy with selfies, having a great time.

She was currently lying sideways on his car’s hood, hand supporting her chin, having the store sales person help take photos.

Looking every bit like a supermodel doing a hard photo shoot.

When Shen Ting turned back to continue his call, Wu Mangmang jumped down from the hood with a “whoosh,” shouting “Hot, hot!” while reaching for the phone in the salesperson’s hand. Looking at the photos, she was bubbling with beauty – the frying pan session on the hood was worth it.

Shen Ting’s business call lasted half an hour. When he turned around and didn’t see Wu Mangmang anywhere, he walked to the car window and looked in to see her applying sunscreen to her toes.

“Sorry to keep you waiting.” Shen Ting got in the car.

Though apologizing, his tone wasn’t particularly sincere, clearly accustomed to making ladies wait for his business calls.

Given Miss Wu’s exceptional ability to entertain herself, she hadn’t even noticed how long Shen Ting had been on the phone, so she shook her head carelessly: “Didn’t wait long.” Then continued applying sunscreen to her toes.

When Shen Ting glanced at Wu Mangmang, his gaze swept over her pale toes and he involuntarily swallowed.

His peripheral vision lingered on her white neck, stretched long and slender as she looked down, then his eyes unconsciously explored her delicate collarbones, made more exquisite by her slender frame.

Shen Ting looked away to stare straight ahead and swallowed again.

At this moment, Shen Ting had to admit that some of Ning Zheng’s words were quite right.

Girls like Wu Mangmang – young, beautiful, willing to play and let go, able to end things cleanly without drama – the only loss was a bit of money from the wallet.

However, money was now the most abundant thing for men of Shen Ting’s class.

He didn’t care.

Just like youth and beauty were the most abundant things for girls like Wu Mangmang – they didn’t care either.

Might as well exchange with each other for entertainment.

Usually, Shen Ting disliked playing games with what Ning Zheng called “easy girls,” but today he was suddenly interested.

So excuses were useless – seeing an appealing color naturally aroused interest.

As for men like Shen Ting and Ning Zheng, Wu Mangmang had a special term for them in her mind: “sugar-coated bullets.”

Money was their sugar coating.

They liked you to grovel for their sugar coating – money – while their contribution to you was limited to money. Beneath the money lay deadly bullets.

Unless your stomach was made of space alloy, you shouldn’t try swallowing easily.

As for Wu Mangmang, she wasn’t after their money – she just liked the style that money decorated them with.

Similar to the aura around Boss Wu at home.

Wu Mangmang had already decided to avoid dealing with people like Shen Ting, but she was sitting in Shen Ting’s car now entirely because her weekend boredom syndrome had struck again.

Like Shen Ting was a meat bun she couldn’t afford, but she wanted to leave five finger marks on it with her little beggar-like black claws, using the resulting trouble to pass time.

Since this trouble was brought on by Ms. Liu anyway, she shouldn’t complain when it came time to solve it.

After the car stopped, Wu Mangmang followed Shen Ting to the private yacht dock.

The yacht before them was unexpectedly luxurious.

Although Wu Mangmang knew designer handbags and even luxury jewelry like the back of her hand, billion-level yachts were far beyond her consumption ability, so she had basically no knowledge of them.

She only knew it was quite big.

Big enough for a Cannes party.

Faced with such a yacht, Wu Mangmang’s first reaction was naturally to take out her phone for beauty-filtered selfies.

She had to capture every angle – her Weibo hadn’t had new content in a while, and her follower-attracting power had greatly decreased. Recently she’d only gained a dozen followers per day.

Wu Mangmang was counting on this luxury yacht to add glamour to her rich-girl fairy tale life and attract followers’ “wow” reactions.

During Wu Mangmang’s self-entertainment, Shen Ting effortlessly made another business call before hanging up. After all, once at sea they’d have to rely on satellite phones, which wasn’t convenient.

When Shen Ting finished his call, he didn’t expect Wu Mangmang to actually ask him to help take photos.

Shen Ting remained silent, hoping Wu Mangmang would realize this request was inappropriate and would only displease him.

How could Wu Mangmang not know? But with the blazing sun and no one around, once the yacht set sail she wouldn’t be able to capture the full view. So she played dumb: “It’s very simple. I’ve already set up the app. Just press this button, okay? Try to keep the bottom edge of the photo at my feet – it makes legs look longer.”

It was too late to change female companions now. After frowning, Shen Ting still took the phone.

“Why do you women love selfies so much?” Shen Ting wondered.

“Same reason men masturbate – because no one else will help you,” Wu Mangmang said, then laughed at her own joke.

If Shen Ting had asked why women loved taking photos so much, Wu Mangmang would have answered that it was the same reason men liked showing off wealth.

Once on the yacht, a voice said: “Young Master Shen, you finally came! It’s really hard to get you out to sea – the sun’s about to set.”

Just as Ning Zheng finished speaking, he saw Wu Mangmang beside Shen Ting.

His first impression was stunning – her figure was so hot it made him want to whistle. But when he realized she looked familiar, he discovered this was the same Wu Mangmang who had teased him with “414” that morning!

It wasn’t uncommon for the two brothers to share the same woman, but being played by one woman without knowing it left a different taste entirely.