After the story was told, everyone sipped their wine and reminisced before diving into the topic of singlehood, dragging Zheng Jinjin and the others into the conversation.
"For girls, what kind of man is your ideal type?"
Lan Hui, who was slacking off, blurted out her list: "Super handsome, with an eight-pack, brave, intelligent, owns a car and house, and has savings."
Wang Xuchun chuckled: "Be serious."
It had a kind of "Stop kidding around" tone, like coaxing a child.
Lan Hui fake-smiled: "I am being serious. Just because you can't meet those standards doesn't mean they're fake, right?"
Wang Xuchun was awkward for two seconds.
Zheng Jinjin poured a bit more wine into his glass, interrupting his mood, then picked up the topic.
"I don't really have a clear ideal type, but girls often fantasize from adolescence, right? That their future boyfriend should be handsome, tall, cool to others but especially attentive to them—"
Ling Yan cut in: "This sounds a lot like..."
