"So the rich second generation fell victim to online fraud? Can we laugh? Sincerely .jpg"
"Such an old trick, can't Second Generation Brother see through it? I've already added five tea-selling girls on my phone!"
"Everyone misunderstood, she is not a scammer. I know all about the tea-selling girl scams, so how could I possibly fall for it?"
I am not a second-generation rich kid, he began to explain.
"I've actually known her for quite a while. We used to chat often, but I didn't know her family grew tea trees. She's one of the few girls I've met who shares my interests and has similar values. We often play games together. Before, I didn't understand what a soulmate was or what kind of girl would be right for me. After meeting her, I realized she could guide me when I'm lost, keep me company and play games with me when I'm sad, sing to me, and offer professional insights when I talk about cars. She even role-plays and sends me red envelopes during festivals. How could someone like that be a fraud?"
"Hearing Second Brother say this, I think so too! If a con artist could put in this much effort, would they still be a con artist?"
"I support Second Brother in this round!"
"The host misjudged this time, didn't they!"
Wen Ying smiled, "Fellow patient, how many red envelopes have you sent her?"
"The red envelope amount was too small, so I transferred the money instead. It was only about three hundred thousand."
[What the heck! Only a few hundred thousand??? Second-generation bro, do you still need a girlfriend? Don't be so strict about the gender, I can do it!]
"Master of gaming, professional singer, a top-tier expert in using search engines, and hey, check out my long legs!"
"So, the rich second generation isn't as smart as I thought. If this isn't a scam, I'll do a live stream standing on my head and eating shit!"
"You really misunderstood Chacha. Since we've known each other, she only mentioned it once, asking if I liked tea. I don't really like it, but the old man at home does. So she sent over tea worth thousands of yuan without charging a penny."
"What about the other two beauties? Since this one is so suitable, aren't you being too greedy, Second Brother?"
"The person upstairs asked the question I wanted to ask: Aren't rich second-generation heirs all about physical attraction rather than emotional connection?"
Seeing these comments, Brother Er Dai seemed a bit embarrassed; he didn't know how to explain.
He really liked Chacha, but he couldn't bear to part with the other two either.
Seeing Second Brother remain silent, Wen Ying took over the conversation, "The other beauty happens to be exactly the type that Second Brother has liked since childhood. For ten years, he has consistently liked that type, but has never encountered it in reality, so it's understandable that he's having a hard time deciding."
"Yes, yes, Dr. Wen is indeed saying what I have in mind. I can't help it! What man hasn't liked a certain type of girl?"
I am not a second-generation rich kid, I immediately defended myself.
"As for the third one, she could be considered the younger sister of the second-generation patient, right? A younger sister he met online, a university student, who likes to share all the interesting things she encounters in her daily life with the second-generation patient. Her appearance is the kind that instantly evokes pity, yet she treats the second-generation patient as her own brother without any reservations. Faced with such a girl, would a man who has been single for twenty years be willing to let her go?"
"Honestly! If I encountered someone like me, I might fall too!"
"My twenty years of singlehood tell me this: my girlfriend is ugly because I'm poor!"
"Is the single guy upstairs still with his girlfriend? Could she be made of silicone?"
The wealthy heir saw the barrage of comments and deeply agreed; he truly couldn't make a choice.
"Dr. Wen, please help take a look. What kind of psychological disorder is this? To describe juggling three relationships so elegantly!"