Chapter 83: Utterly Pure!

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Wang Zheng had been through a myriad of experiences—earth-shattering upheavals and raging storms were no longer anything out of the ordinary to him. He had long since adopted a tranquil heart to face all the tempests of the world, meeting every challenge with calm composure.

It cannot be denied that, to a man, nothing is more important than women. Wang Zheng was a man, and thus he liked women—that is, all except those of the same sex. But even among men who desire women, there are many types. For instance:

The “Stallion” type—such men believe their sole purpose for existing in this world is to endlessly claim women for their own. Be it the young and innocent, the mature and alluring, or the married, they spare none, savoring the thrill of conquest and possession. Simply put, these men live for pleasure, and without it, they would be no better than the walking dead.

The “Harem” type—these men value not only the physical possession of women but also the conquest of their hearts, seeking to make them entirely their own, surrounded by beauty and basking in the adoration of thousands. Such men usually look down on the Stallion type, believing they do not understand the true essence of pleasure, and pride themselves as masters of the art.

The “Demon” type—true to the name, such men are barely human. Any woman who catches their eye is taken, and they derive enjoyment from torment, subjugation, and inflicting pain—wreaking havoc on both body and spirit. The cries of women are music to their ears, making them the most sinister and technically skilled of all.

And so on, and so forth.

Which kind did Wang Zheng belong to? He was a man who could become any type he wished—a man of many facets, all depending on his mood. If he was in good spirits, he could earnestly fall in love, find a beautiful wife, and spend his days in comfort and devotion, making that woman the happiest in the world. But if his mood soured... he would not bother with ambiguity and pretense, transforming instantly into a demon.

So far, Wang Zheng’s mood had been rather pleasant.

“I’ve made up my mind!” Bai Bing suddenly said to Wang Zheng. “Since they have an S500, let’s get an S600. What do you think?”

Clearly, despite pretending to listen intently, Bai Bing’s mind was still occupied with luxury cars.

“No taste!” Wang Zheng scoffed. “You know, in Africa, only uncultured tycoons drive Mercedes. If you’re going to buy something, make it meaningful, with significance, and even good for your health—something you can ride freely through the city without worrying about traffic jams!”

“Exactly! That’s what I was thinking too!” Bai Bing responded excitedly, certain that Wang Zheng had an extraordinary car in mind, something truly exceptional. She was overjoyed, feeling as if spring had arrived and she no longer had to fear the searing sun. Her heart pounded with anticipation. “So, what kind of car do you want to buy?”

“A bicycle,” Wang Zheng replied, then leaned back against the screen, nonchalantly eavesdropping on Lin Xiaolei on the other side.

“A... bicycle?” Bai Bing’s smile froze on her face, her expression stiffening. Had she heard wrong? After all that, he only wanted a bicycle? Well, it was certainly good for one’s health, and one could ride it through the city without a care for traffic.

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“You—you’re not joking, are you?” Bai Bing stared at Wang Zheng, her earlier joy now wavering. Was her happiness for nothing? Was the dream car slipping away just like that? She couldn’t believe it—she’d rather believe her ears were deceiving her than accept a bicycle as the answer.

“I’m busy right now; I don’t have time to joke with you,” Wang Zheng replied, glancing at her. On the other side of the screen, the conversation was lively. Liu Jin, even though it was his first time meeting Lin Xiaolei, was already calling her “Sister Lin” in a tone that made Wang Zheng’s skin crawl.

Perhaps to Liu Jin, Lin Xiaolei really had fallen from the heavens. As for Huang Wei, he sounded exactly like a human trafficker, or a pimp.

Hmm?

Wang Zheng couldn’t help but glance at Bai Bing beside him. Why were her eyes so red? Before he could ask, Bai Bing grabbed his collar and said fiercely, “Are you messing with me?”

“Messing with you? What do you mean?”

“I mean the car—you actually dared to play me for a fool.” Bai Bing glared at him, furious at how quickly her dream had been shattered. It wasn’t that she coveted a car, but Wang Zheng’s attitude made her angry. “Do you believe I’ll tip this screen over and expose your eavesdropping to Lin Xiaolei?”

Wang Zheng, thinking it was something serious, now realized Bai Bing was still upset about the car. He patted her hand, but she didn’t let go. Luckily, they were surrounded by screens, or this would be truly embarrassing.

“If I’m not mistaken, weren’t you the one who dragged me into the taxi and followed them all the way here?”

“I didn’t—you pulled me into the car!” Bai Bing protested loudly.

Well, that twist works too, Wang Zheng thought, taken aback by how serious she seemed. “Is a lousy car really that important to you?”

“It’s a matter of principle! You agreed, then switched to a bicycle at the last minute—changing the subject like that!” Bai Bing scoffed. “And you claim you never lie to women! If you talk like this, I can imagine how many women you’ve deceived.”

Wang Zheng grew agitated. Hit me, scold me, but don’t accuse me of deceiving women.

“For that alone, I’ll definitely buy the car,” Wang Zheng replied. “Not because your reverse psychology worked, but because I don’t have time to argue with you about this. I’ll pay for peace and quiet. From now on, keep quiet, understand?”

“I’ll wait until I see the car,” Bai Bing insisted, unwilling to be tricked into accepting a bicycle. Wang Zheng ignored her; he’d said what needed to be said and saw no need to argue further. Noticing the dishes had arrived, and they looked quite good, he decided to eat while eavesdropping.

Seeing Wang Zheng so calm, Bai Bing thought it best to stop while ahead. With his temperament, if he didn’t want to buy the car, nothing would change his mind. Besides, the matter with Lin Xiaolei was more pressing. After all, Bai Bing was curious too—she’d been the one to recover that ten million-plus sum. If Lin Xiaolei did anything out of line, she might even quietly reclaim the money herself.

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By now, Wang Zheng had fully understood the conversation on the other side of the screen. It was nothing more than Lin Xiaolei trying to build connections, hoping someone would back her when she entered the real estate world, or at least help her in business by leveraging Liu Jin’s network. After all, knowing more people never hurt—one never knew when such contacts might come in handy.

Wang Zheng could only laugh to himself—Lin Xiaolei clearly hadn’t realized the true nature of the situation. Which real estate tycoon would willingly share their profits? They were capitalists, not philanthropists. Did she really think Liu Jin and Huang Wei would look out for her? They were merely eyeing her naivety, hoping to bring her down. That way, Huang Wei would have one less competitor in the tea trade, and as for Liu Jin, the way he called her “Sister Lin” suggested he was after Lin Xiaolei herself. After all, she was worth tens of millions... Even if they weren’t short of money, who ever thought having more was a bad thing?

Having too much money never burned anyone’s hand.

Watching Lin Xiaolei step deeper and deeper into a trap, Wang Zheng found it rather amusing. Seeing them, each with their own motives, putting on clumsy performances of false camaraderie—it was like watching a farcical play. He couldn’t vouch for Liu Jin’s character, but as for Huang Wei and his bald head—he was certainly no good sort. Someone like him, who couldn’t wait to topple Zhongtian, would help Lin Xiaolei? Laughable.

Perhaps only Lin Xiaolei failed to see the true face of Huang Wei. Or maybe she was simply too innocent—so straightforward and naïve, she didn’t know what cunning was, nor did she understand the smiles that hide daggers.

A woman like Lin Xiaolei was only suited to be a teacher or work in a government office where she could employ her theories and innocence to the fullest, without fear of being deceived.

Everyone harbors a pure place in their heart, just as Tao Yuanming dreamed of Peach Blossom Spring, or Plato of Atlantis. Yet such places are always distant, illusory. If one confuses this inner purity with reality, the consequences are grave—a price must be paid.

The human heart is the hardest thing to fathom, and the hardest to change.

The inscrutability of the human heart made Wang Zheng think of himself, with Lin Xiaolei as a prime example. He still didn’t know how things would turn out, or exactly what Liu Jin planned for Lin Xiaolei. But one thing was certain—Lin Xiaolei would never get the better of those two old foxes, Liu Jin and Huang Wei.

No, perhaps it would be better said: Beautiful women always seem to gain advantages wherever they go—minor perks, but at the cost of great losses.

There is nothing wrong with beauty itself. But when it becomes the object of others’ desires, then beauty is transformed into a mistake.