Chapter Seventeen: The Eligible Bachelor’s Modest Gift

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"My, who is this beautiful lady?" Wang Zheng looked at Chu Jun, who had been sitting quietly with a gentle smile, and asked. Although he already knew her name from Bai Bing, it seemed proper to ask directly in this situation.

"Oh, I almost forgot!" Su Xue, realizing her friend had been neglected, smiled apologetically at Chu Jun, then walked over, took her hand, and introduced her to Wang Zheng: "Brother, this is my good friend, Chu Jun. Like me, she's a news anchor. We're partners at work and closest friends in life! Chu Jun, he's my brother, Wang Zheng, even closer than a real sibling! He’s been in Africa for eight years—I missed him so much."

After Su Xue’s introduction, the woman stood up, extended her hand, and smiled at Wang Zheng. "Hello, my name is Chu Jun. I’ve known Su Xue for three years, and the first time I saw her cry, I realized you must be a wonderful brother."

"Hello, thank you for taking care of Su Xue these years." Wang Zheng rose, reached out, gave a gentle handshake, and let go.

Her hand was soft and delicate—truly exquisite. Wang Zheng, long accustomed to evaluating beautiful women, did so instinctively. After all, what man doesn’t notice beauty? Chu Jun was beautiful; Wang Zheng was a man. It was only natural.

As they sat, Wang Zheng and Su Xue exchanged a knowing glance. Though eight years had passed, their tacit understanding remained. Through that look, Wang Zheng understood more: Chu Jun was indeed Su Xue’s trusted confidante, someone he could rely on.

Su Xue had grown up in a unique environment, so she had few friends, let alone close ones. For Chu Jun to be recognized as a best friend, Wang Zheng, as Su Xue’s brother, felt he ought to express his gratitude.

"It’s our first meeting, and I don’t know what Miss Chu likes, so let me give you a small gift to thank you for looking after Su Xue," Wang Zheng said with a smile, reaching into his pocket and placing a 'little thing' on the table.

"What’s this...?" Chu Jun looked puzzled at the object, but Su Xue quickly snatched it up and examined it closely.

"Brother, is this... a diamond?" Su Xue stared at Wang Zheng in astonishment, her expression identical to Bai Bing’s reaction before. There were many reasons to be surprised: such a large diamond was rare, and gifting one so casually was unheard of.

Wang Zheng nodded with a smile, appreciating the delightfully shocked expressions of women. He mused whether he should get a license as a beauty appraiser, given his keen interest in women.

Bai Bing was no longer surprised by Wang Zheng’s behavior. If he could gift a diamond to a stranger, he could certainly give one to his sister’s best friend. Still, she couldn’t help but fix her gaze on the diamond, remembering how Wang Zheng once offered her one, which she had regretfully returned. Now she wished she hadn’t.

"Brother, are you rich? This diamond must be at least ten carats! The color, the texture, the cut—it must be worth over ten million!" Su Xue exclaimed, then realized she’d spoken too loudly, glanced at the door, and sheepishly stuck out her tongue, placing the diamond before Chu Jun.

Chu Jun was stunned. Such a large diamond, given so casually? What did Su Xue’s brother do? She quickly stood, picked up the diamond, and returned it to Wang Zheng.

"Mr. Wang, this gift is far too precious—I cannot accept it. Su Xue and I are close friends, and she’s done much for me as well. If I accepted this diamond, our relationship would change," Chu Jun said earnestly, her tone anxious, as if the diamond were burning in her palm or she feared it might disrupt her friendship with Su Xue.

Wang Zheng smiled and nodded in satisfaction, looking at her approvingly. "There is no greed in your eyes. That alone makes you worthy of this diamond."

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This was not merely a gift, but a test for Chu Jun. Faced with such a large diamond, her eyes never betrayed greed—a rare quality in a woman.

"Mr. Wang, I really can’t accept it..." Chu Jun pleaded, growing increasingly anxious, as if the diamond were some kind of demon. No matter what Wang Zheng said, she adamantly refused. If he didn’t take it back soon, she might start to cry.

"Then let me keep it for now. If you ever want it, just let me know." Seeing her resolve, Wang Zheng didn’t press further. Chu Jun finally breathed a sigh of relief, gently patting her chest before sitting down.

Wang Zheng couldn’t help but smile at her unique demeanor. In this materialistic, money-driven world, such women were indeed rare.

"Hehehehe..." At that moment, an odd chuckle sounded. Su Xue, grinning, sidled up to Wang Zheng, her eyes darting toward his pocket—she was clearly hinting for a gift.

"Brother, where’s my present?" Su Xue never stood on ceremony with Wang Zheng. She said whatever she wished, without any filter. Wang Zheng didn’t mind—she was family, after all.

"I already gave it to you," Wang Zheng replied.

"Gave it to me? What?"

"A lollipop."

"What!" Su Xue immediately grabbed Wang Zheng’s arm, shaking it back and forth, her pouty lips pursed in protest. "You give my friend such an expensive gift, and all I get is a lollipop? You’re biased! You must think Chu Jun is prettier, so you gave her my gift, didn’t you? No way—you have to give me a diamond too, and it has to be bigger than hers! If you don’t, I’ll never let go of your arm!"

Wang Zheng could only smile helplessly at Su Xue’s childish tantrum. She was over twenty, yet her old habits hadn’t changed a bit. He glanced at Chu Jun; perhaps because of Su Xue’s teasing about "bad intentions," Chu Jun’s cheeks were flushed, more beautiful than ever.

"Is she always like this?" Wang Zheng asked Chu Jun with a wry smile, looking at Su Xue beside him.

Chu Jun shook her head. "No, never!"

Wang Zheng shivered unexpectedly—a grown woman, over twenty, acting spoiled on his arm was a bit much, even if she was his sister.

"Alright, enough! My arm’s about to fall off!" Wang Zheng’s arm had been shaken over forty times, as if winding a giant clock.

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Hearing Wang Zheng’s words, Su Xue immediately released his arm, standing before him with sparkling eyes, laughing like silver bells.

Wang Zheng nonchalantly reached into his pocket, searching intently for a whole minute, nearly testing Su Xue’s patience, before finally taking out the gift and placing it on the table with a smile.

"This...what is this...?"

Bai Bing, having seen it before, was prepared, but Su Xue and Chu Jun’s reactions were quite different. Their eyes fixed on the diamond on the table—if the previous diamond was surprising, this one was simply astonishing, breathtaking... words failed to describe it. Their minds froze, stuck in the moment, utterly stunned.

Su Xue picked up the gift, feeling its weight. She examined the walnut-sized object carefully—it was indeed a diamond.

"How heavy is it?"

"Not much, only a hundred carats."

"A hundred carats? My God! Brother, what have you been doing in Africa all these years?" Su Xue stared at Wang Zheng in disbelief. She could hardly accept that such a flawless, beautifully cut diamond, with its dazzling luster and perfect shape, was real. She recalled an eighty-four-carat diamond, auctioned years ago for over sixteen million dollars, and this one was no less impressive.

If this diamond were auctioned, it would fetch at least a hundred million yuan.

"No need to make such a fuss. The whole of Africa belongs to him now—what’s a diamond?" Bai Bing chimed in, her words tinged with jealousy.

"The whole of Africa?" Su Xue paused, confused by Bai Bing’s remark, and looked at Wang Zheng for explanation.

Wang Zheng shot Bai Bing a reproachful look for speaking out of turn, then stood, unbuttoned his shirt, and turned to reveal the tattoo on his back to Su Xue.

"A Hundred Tribes Warrior?" Su Xue gasped, dropping the diamond in her hand. "Brother, you...!" She moved behind Wang Zheng, her trembling hand tracing the tattoo. As his muscles flexed, the pattern seemed to come alive. Su Xue quickly withdrew her hand, fearing the black mamba snake depicted might bite her.

This was not just a tattoo, but a silent testament to Wang Zheng’s years of hardship in Africa. The struggles he endured were unimaginable—surviving in hell would not be an exaggeration.

His very existence was a miracle.