Jin Yuanyuan's Top-Tier Life

Chapter 92 Let's settle some accounts

Street food stalls are the soul of urban nightlife, culinary gathering places brimming with human warmth and flavor. A dazzling array of food stalls, with busy vendors enthusiastically hawking their wares, create an irresistible, lively atmosphere.

Amidst the flashing neon lights, a beer and a snack are the perfect companions. Every dish at the street food stalls carries a strong sense of human warmth; the simple and authentic flavors are unforgettable. Here, there are no complicated formalities, only true self-expression, allowing you to fully release your weary soul.

While having a late-night snack at a roadside stall, Jin Yuanyuan told Ye Huanxi about Zhao Zhuoran's desire to date her. Ye Huanxi paused for a moment before saying, "A relationship between an older woman and a younger man, right? Yuanyuan, although I always encourage you to date and go on dates, many times I also want to say: don't take it too seriously."

"Why are you so down?" Jin Yuanyuan and Ye Huanxi, dressed in glamorous Chanel-style suits, were actually squatting in a roadside food stall in Hangzhou, eating skewers—a sight to behold. Hangzhou is a city of e-commerce influencers, so their attire was understandable.

However, the only difference is that both of their clothes are genuine, costing tens of thousands of yuan.

Therefore, Jin Yuanyuan still put some napkins on her collar and body, which looked somewhat out of place and had a different feel from the luxurious Wanghu Pavilion restaurant lunch.

"Look at you, you're equally at home in a grand hall or a kitchen, you can eat at a five-star hotel or make do at a roadside stall. What's that? I can do anything, right?"

"Yes." Jin Yuanyuan nodded.

"I once asked a man: 'Why do you date older women?' He said: 'Older women have more money and are better in bed.' — The words may be crude, but the meaning is sound. What he expressed is probably the common sentiment of many younger men. I myself would use a crude phrase to speak for some men: Older women are cheap and good. Dating an older woman is less expensive and less troublesome than dating a younger woman. Experienced older women are more likely to be open and adventurous than innocent girls. That's all."

Jin Yuanyuan was displeased with these words. But Ye Huanxi's words were not without reason, and she continued to listen carefully.

"Yuanyuan, this world is actually quite cruel. I'm not trying to discourage you, but I'm facing the same problem. Let's take an example: say you're a 30-year-old man, and you have three choices: a cute 25-year-old girl, a 30-year-old woman of your own age, or a 35-year-old woman. Which one would you choose?"

Ye Huanxi looked at her and chuckled. The food stall owner brought over lamb skewers, chicken skewers, and fried bread slices, and asked with a smile, "Would the two young ladies like to order anything else?"

"No, no, please eat first." Ye Huanxi's expression was extremely sweet, which made the boss laugh. "Just graduated, right? Working overtime must be tough, right? Are you two internet celebrities? Do you have accounts? I'll follow you."

"No, no, we're just ordinary workers." Jin Yuanyuan tugged at Ye Huanxi's sleeve. "Be more discreet."

"Haha, look, we're at the best age now, but in the eyes of a thirty-year-old man, we're the first women his age to be eliminated. Women this age are the hardest to woo, it's no less difficult than taking the civil service exam. There will be hurdles and tests waiting for him, and one wrong word and he'll be eliminated. It takes a lot of effort and yields very little. He might not even be able to hold hands for three months, or sleep with her for a year. The money spent on dating alone is at least 100,000 yuan a year."

The younger sister, at twenty-five, could be a long-term option. The older sister, at thirty-five, is perfect for a short-term relationship. If you have enough money, you can slowly date the younger sister; she's not in a rush to get married, and that's fine too. The younger sister is also wary of sleeping with you and won't do it easily. That's okay; she's young, and her young body is worth the wait.

Then, quickly and easily seduce the older woman. If you don't sleep with her within three tries, move on to someone else. And if you do manage to sleep with her within three tries? —What's there to say after that? A 35-year-old woman might be divorced, even have children—a natural barrier to marriage. You can always shower her with sweet words and affection, but if she takes it seriously, a simple "My parents don't approve" will suffice. Every seemingly seamless dance between two people involves precise calculations; behind the steady steps lies a clear understanding of what you want and how to get it. Some things are best left as a game; don't take them too seriously.

After listening to Ye Huanxi's analysis, Jin Yuanyuan, who had still harbored a sliver of fantasies about a relationship with a younger man, had completely lost them all. All she could think about was eating skewers, and eating them with gusto.

Spring was drawing to a close, and the night air carried a hint of warmth. After enjoying some barbecue skewers, Jin Yuanyuan and Ye Huanxi strolled along the lake, suddenly struck by a series of reflections on life. After all, they were no longer naive young people in their early twenties, and they had gained a deeper understanding of their current lives.

Moonlight spills across the lake, creating silvery ripples, like a splashed-ink landscape painting. On this beautiful night, a gentle breeze blows across the lake, bringing fresh air and the scent of the water.

"Sometimes I think it's pretty good this way, being free and independent." Ye Huanxi laughed. "I wanted to come over for dinner or to see a movie, so I just came. Before, I always had to report to another person, which was exhausting."

"Yes," Jin Yuanyuan sighed as well. "Let's talk about something else. Could you come help me for two days next week?"

"What for?" Ye Huanxi took out her phone and glanced at the calendar. "I can take two days off next week, which would be four days if it's combined with the weekend. But that's on the condition that I don't rest this weekend."

"The new sock knitting machines I ordered are arriving next week, along with two German technicians. I was worried I wouldn't be able to manage them all by myself, and Jin Feiyan can't take time off, so I had to ask you. Your English is better, so you should be able to handle them. Don't worry, I'll pay you overtime, translation fees, and cover all your food, lodging, and transportation. How about I also get you two handsome young men to carry your bags?"

"Jin Yuanyuan, do you think I'm that shallow? There should be at least four, right?" Ye Huanxi laughed loudly. "All I care about now is making money."

"Hey, why are you all like this?" Jin Yuanyuan remembered that Liu Xiangyue had said the same thing, and for a moment she didn't know what to say to them.

"Isn't this great? Having money gives you confidence. You know, before, I always felt like I had to cater to my ex-boyfriend's tastes when we went out to eat because he didn't like hot pot and disliked the smell. But I really love it, I wish I could eat it every meal. So, every time I went to eat hot pot, I would bring a change of clothes and put them in a plastic bag. I would change after eating before going home... So, two people who can eat together should really be considered soulmates, right?" Ye Huanxi was confused, and Jin Yuanyuan was sleepy.

(End of this chapter)