Christine had originally wanted to learn a thing or two from Little Plum.
But that guy only went after supermodels, caring solely about their figures, and their character varied wildly.
Jiang Siming was different. In terms of quality, any girlfriend in Jiang Siming's household could leave Little Plum's supermodels in the dust.
Their character, looks, and personalities were all flawless.
If they were talking about fickleness and the number of women he had pursued, Jiang Siming might rank near the bottom—he would not even make the list.
Take Chamberlain, Casrott, Jack Nicholson, Giacomo, and the others. Each of them had dated at least two thousand women on average.
Jiang Siming had only a little over thirty women in his household. He could not even see the backs of those men.
Of course, that was only in terms of quantity.
Chamberlain and the others were basically indiscriminate. Regardless of quality, as long as a woman was passably attractive, they could bring themselves to sleep with her.
They acted as if they had not seen a woman in ten lifetimes.
Those women were only after their money. They took the money, spent one night with them, then left without a backward glance. They were no different from prostitutes.
But in terms of the quality of the women he pursued, if Jiang Siming claimed to be second in the world, no one would dare claim first place.
Even Christine had to admit that this guy was truly skilled at pursuing women, and his eye for girlfriends was unparalleled.
Taylor, whom she had long yearned for and coveted, had been found by this guy. Taylor had even thrown herself at him. From meeting to dating, the two had taken no more than a week.
Jiang Siming had achieved in one week the dream Christine