"Excuse me, tonight, I only have one client." Ren Yuanhao stepped forward two paces, slowly bowed, and extended his fair and slender palm. "Miss Bai, DiDi Mate Matchmaking Representative, Ren Yuanhao, at your service."
The moment Madam Bai saw Ren Yuanhao, her mind felt like it was struck by electricity. She hadn't felt such a surge of emotion in a long time, a feeling akin to summer breeze, sunshine, or dewdrop clinging to tender grass and green shoots after a summer rain, brimming with youthful vigor.
Without hesitation, she placed her hand forward, like a shy young girl, her face alight with anticipation, and accepted Ren Yuanhao's invitation with ladylike grace.
Ren Yuanhao naturally took a seat beside Madam Bai. At this moment, all information about Madam Bai was transmitted.
"Employer: Bai Zhiyu
Height: 166cm
Weight: 48kg
Measurements: ?
Relationship history: 3 times, divorced
Profession: Entrepreneur
Age: 42"
Ren Yuanhao mused that she was more than twice his age, but fortunately, the woman had aged gracefully. Coupled with potential yoga and weightlifting, her figure and appearance were well-maintained. The system hadn't made things too difficult for him.
As he was contemplating, four young men in milky white shirts cast him envious glances.
These guys were usually spoiled by these older women. Seeing Ren Yuanhao looking so smug, they naturally felt resentful. Moreover, these wealthy ladies were always generous, and in their own territory, seeing another man steal the spotlight meant this score had to be settled with him.
"I thought someone extraordinary with six arms and two heads would show up, but he only has one head and two hands. Doesn't seem like much more than us."
The man speaking was quite famous among the male escorts here. His name was Zhou Xing. His face was full of collagen, and a thick layer of foundation was applied, giving him an effeminate air, though his build appeared rather solid.
Ren Yuanhao ignored what the man was saying. He picked up a glass of fruit wine, looked intently at Bai Zhiyu, and said softly, "My apologies for being late. I'll fine myself a drink."
As soon as he finished speaking, Ren Yuanhao tilted his head and downed the exquisite wine.
Although the mellow fruit wine couldn't compare to the Hong Yan Rong he had tasted in Ai Shen City, it still had its own charm. Bai Zhiyu smiled slightly and returned the toast with a sip of wine, but the group of older women was displeased.
"It's not right to only drink with Madam Bai! Hey, Ren Yuanhao, our Young Master Zhou here is full of jealousy because of your appearance."
A woman in white patted Zhou Xing's shoulder, clearly impressed by his muscles. "Wow, these muscles could rival my personal trainer. Since you're fining yourself, why not have a friendly arm-wrestling match with this young master? The loser has to drink three more glasses? What do you all say?"
"Deal!"
The women completely hoped to see the men display their masculinity, as if these young hormones could help them maintain their youth. Zhou Xing and the others, however, did not share the same sentiment.
They just wanted to embarrass Ren Yuanhao!
Ren Yuanhao stood up, appearing quite magnanimous. Madam Bai, however, pulled on Ren Yuanhao, who was reluctant to spoil the mood, and said gently, "Sisters, stop fooling around. Isn't it a bit too much to ask a refined gentleman to arm wrestle a big guy?"
"Madam Bai, that's a bit unreasonable. A man's contest is naturally about muscles." Zhou Xing's eyes held a hint of provocation. He deliberately glared at Ren Yuanhao, patted his biceps, and added, "Or is Madam Bai afraid her boyfriend will lose and embarrass himself?"
Bai Zhiyu was not afraid of losing face, but she was worried about these ill-intentioned people secretly playing dirty tricks. If Ren Yuanhao's image as a perfect gentleman in her mind were ruined, she would immediately turn hostile.
"I said no competition, and that's final. Do I need to explain to you?"
Bai Zhiyu felt she needed to exert her queenly demeanor honed from dominating the business world.
However, these scamps had been indulging in the gentle arts for too long. How could women control them? Seeing the situation become awkward, the other sisters suddenly changed their demeanor. No one stepped in to mediate; they seemed determined to push Ren Yuanhao into the spotlight.
"Alright, alright, Miss Bai, it's fine. Allow me to try."
Ren Yuanhao's face showed no displeasure or fear. Instead, he reached out and patted Bai Zhiyu's hand, comforting her. This warmed her heart, but it also made her more worried about her ideal man's safety.
"That's right, this is the demeanor a man should have."
Zhou Xing and the others cleared a corner of the table, sufficient for two people to arm wrestle. They then brought over two small stools and placed them opposite each other. Everyone stood up, as if the scene before them was not just an arm-wrestling match but an engineering project worth hundreds of millions. Every woman frowned, their true natures showing.
Bai Zhiyu clenched her fists tightly, her knuckles creaking slightly. For the first time, she felt anxious and concerned for a man she had known for less than ten minutes.
Under everyone's gaze, the two sat down. Zhou Xing took off his jacket, revealing a lean and strong physique. His pectorals and latissimus dorsi bulged like small mountains. He then raised his arm, its muscles gnarled like old tree roots, and placed it on the table, appearing like a powerful and robust mechanical claw, standing tall.
His eyes were filled with provocation.
In contrast, Ren Yuanhao's arms were completely covered by his straight suit, showing no visual impact. However, his expression greatly annoyed Zhou Xing.
It was a cold face. The colder it was, the more he felt that Ren Yuanhao was looking down on him, especially Ren Yuanhao's casual glance!
"Damn it, if this face were from before, I'd make you crawl into the trash can outside and stay there for two days and two nights, then send you on a city tour via garbage truck!"
Zhou Xing decided to slap Ren Yuanhao fiercely again, making his calm face bruised and swollen.
"Hey, kid, did I tell you to hold my hand for the contest?" Zhou Xing withdrew his hand, his eyes shooting out a predatory glare.
"What do you want?"
"Of course, this way, to show respect to a weakling."
As soon as Zhou Xing finished speaking, he tightly gripped Ren Yuanhao's wrist!
"Whoa, buddy, letting him have one hand like this, isn't that too brutal?" a young man with white hair chimed in.
"Brutal? Why do I feel like I'm getting the advantage?" Zhou Xing immediately moved his hand down by a palm's width, his face full of mockery. "Look carefully, the position with two hands is called brutal."
Bai Zhiyu could no longer suppress her anger and was about to step forward when she saw Ren Yuanhao smile and wave his hand, saying, "Kid, remember, face is something you lose by seeking it yourself."