Learn, everyone, come and learn!
Look at how other people chat!
All you lower-ranking women just know how to take and take, not realizing that as long as the emotional value provided is sufficient, you don’t need to say anything, and the man will be willing to dig deep into his pockets.
Actually, men don’t need much—an encouraging word when they’re feeling down, a warm hug when they’re tired, and a hot dinner after work.
Then, this man can fully recover, continue to carry the burdens of life, and forge ahead with determination!
Yet the words many women often have on their lips are “So-and-so’s husband makes so much money” “Marrying you was a complete mistake” “Why can’t you learn from someone else”…
Though they give their all at work, when they return home, they’re met with nothing but complaints and nagging.
The fatigue of the body will pass after a rest, but such psychological stress will only build up and deepen, eventually leading to a breakdown!
So, when you see a man walking alone in the pouring rain without an umbrella, he isn’t being foolish; he just wants to have a good cry.
Because with the rain on his face, others can’t tell that he’s crying.
Therefore, for Yang Hao, who has been battered by a failed marriage, there’s nothing wrong with “green tea bitches.” They’re empathetic, speak nicely, and can provide emotional value.
The downside is that they have clear motives, they won’t develop real feelings for you, and you are heaven in their eyes when you’re valuable to them, but once you lose value, they will discard you like an old shoe.
From Yang Hao’s perspective, he doesn’t mind if someone approaches him for money because that’s normal—you can’t expect them to be interested in a divorced man with a child, can you?
It’s like the line from the TV drama “All is Well”: Are they after you for your age, or because you don’t bathe?
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The reality is, in interpersonal relationships, every type of relationship is motivated by something, even the relationship between parents and their children often involves the notion of raising children to provide for one’s old age.
The truly selfless, without desires or demands, are indeed a rare breed of saints.
And as for affection, Yang Hao needs it even less; he’s not looking to marry someone and bring them home.
Therefore, he doesn’t mind someone like Meng Yuyu, a “green tea bitch,” who could provide him with emotional value and help him shoot short videos to generate income. Why wouldn’t he be happy with that?
As for what she wants, Yang Hao will also give accordingly, not allowing her to give in vain—after all, he is not the kind of person who enjoys getting things for free.
In this way, when the day comes that they silently part ways, there will be no debts owed to each other.
Such a relationship is, in fact, more relaxed and not tiring.
However, at this moment, Sun Xinyi’s feelings are extremely complicated. Meng Yuyu, this vixen with ill intent, seems like a demon adept at disguise, and it seems Yang, this Tangseng, has already been bewitched by her.
Even though she, this “Sun Dasheng,” has the Fiery Eyes, she cannot interfere without just cause. If she were to forcefully intervene and engage in a “thrashing of the demon,” her own “Sun Dasheng” might be banished back to Huaguo Mountain.
Therefore, Sun Xinyi could only stand still and continue to give Yang Hao lessons as before.
Meng Yuyu, on the other hand, diligently took up the shooting task but played her own little games—she filmed only Yang Hao, avoiding Sun Xinyi.
She had already seen the Kuaiyin post Yang Hao made yesterday; nearly all of the twenty-odd comments were about filming more of the fitness coach.
Although Meng Yuyu admitted to being somewhat less attractive than Sun Xinyi in reality, she was confident that she could beat Sun Xinyi on Kuaiyin.
This was reflected in the number of followers on Kuaiyin—Meng Yuyu had over thirty thousand followers, while Sun Xinyi had only five thousand.
So Meng Yuyu planned to film some videos featuring herself later, to first get her presence into this Yang’s Kuaiyin posts.
After the aerobics session was half an hour of equipment training, where Sun Xinyi instructed with her usual seriousness, but Yang Hao was somewhat distracted, mainly because Meng Yuyu, the tea ceremony master, was far from behaving herself, striking seductive poses on the adjacent equipment or just watching him with a smile, occasionally cheering Yang on.
Meng Yuyu wasn’t wearing the traditional gym clothes today. She wore a strapless top with black and white sports shorts below. Whether it was the top or shorts, both had slightly risqué features. Ever since she arrived at the equipment area, several male members would glance over at her from time to time.
After watching her, a guy doing bench presses was so energized he loaded another twenty kilograms onto the barbell in one go!
Though she covered everything that should be covered, she somehow seemed even more alluring than if she hadn’t!
She didn’t even need to do anything seductive; just sitting there, she had already hooked the souls of a bunch of men.
The normally warm and chatty sister had all her attention on this “unremarkable” looking, slightly overweight man lying on the equipment with a noticeable bulge below his waist.
Was it just because he was, well, protruding??
Data shows that protruding alone is useless; playing cards is a profound study requiring diligent practice and constant exploration and discovery.
Since every target is different, a tailored approach is needed!
Yang Hao felt that a demon like Meng Yuyu indeed required the cudgel of Sun Dasheng to be subdued.
So much so that after watching Meng Yuyu, the temptress, he always wanted to say: If heaven hadn’t created me, Yang Dasheng, the path of the cudgel would be as long and dark as the night.
Bring on the cudgel!!!
MD, if one cudgel doesn’t work, use two; if two don’t work, three!
She shall be utterly vanquished~!
“Yuyu, it’s almost lunchtime, how about we have a meal together?”
Having bought fifty lessons from Meng Yuyu, Huang Zhichao could no longer restrain the palpitations inside him and took the initiative to invite her.
“Sorry, Huang, I’ve got plans today.”
Meng Yuyu politely declined, with a smile.
“You’ve got plans?”
“With him?”
Huang Zhichao pointed at Yang Hao, who was not far away, doing post-workout stretching.
“Yeah, I promised to help Yang shoot a video,” Meng Yuyu admitted frankly.
Huang Zhichao frowned; Meng Yuyu always called him “Huang”, but she called that other guy “Yang”. This single word conveyed a significant difference in closeness, and he too wished to be called “Big Brother Huang” in Meng Yuyu’s sweet voice.
“Yuyu, didn’t you post on your Moments that you liked an LV bucket bag? How about we go to Starlight City for a meal and then check out LV afterwards?”
Huang Zhichao was not giving up. Just like the song in “Red Rose” said: What you can’t get is always stirring.
He had been hopelessly hooked by Meng Yuyu, and today, with her extra seductive allure, he really went head over heels. So much so, that he was willing to spend a few tens of thousands on a bag just to clinch this little temptress.
In the past, Meng Yuyu would have likely agreed to accompany Huang Zhichao for the meal and incidentally secured the LV bucket bag she liked.
But thinking a bag would trick her into a hotel was impossible; Meng Yuyu, the tea art master, knew exactly what her most precious asset was, as well as what men valued the most.
Therefore, before meeting a really big fish, she wouldn’t give herself away.
Now, the big fish she had been waiting for was right in front of her; naturally, she wouldn’t abandon the chance to catch it for a small shrimp like Huang Zhichao!
Thus, she politely smiled once again and rejected him: “Huang, you know, Yuyu is a person who keeps her word. Since Yang and I already made plans, I won’t change my mind!”