Zuo Fugui was expected to be indignant and defend himself, claiming that he has a lot of talents. But instead, he just snorted and said, "See, not everyone has the luxury to be a gold digger, stop teasing me about it."
"My wife is rich."
Zuo Fugui: ...
The two chatted into the evening, bantering back and forth. Zuo Fugui stayed for dinner before leaving. Afterwards, he boasted to Song Yue over the phone.
"I went to visit Brother Lu and his wife this afternoon. You should have seen the way Brother Lu is excited for the baby, he's even prepared a nursery."
"It's so pink, clearly a room for a little girl. It's hilarious—what if they end up having a son?"
On the other end of the phone, Song Yue, with a hint of laughter in his voice: "Then I guess Brother Lu is going to be shattered."
"That's what I think too."
"I even reserved my spot as the godfather this afternoon. Hehe, jealous, aren't you?"
Song Yue: ...
Cursing under his breath: "Jealous my ass."
