Even Ding Jianguo, who had such a fiery temper, had actually become Ding Ling's lapdog.
Zhang Facai found it incredibly hard to believe.
Has the sun risen in the west? Or is Ding Ling's charm really that invincible, enough to attract even someone like Ding Jianguo in such a short time?
The more he thought about it, the more envious he became.
Zhang Facai slapped the chair hard. Damn it, why am I not as rich as Ding Ling? Why wasn't I born as perfect as Ding Ling?
Ajun and Ashuai exchanged glances without saying anything.
"Say something!"
Zhang Facai looked at them.
Ashuai choked and was left speechless.
Ajun's mind spun, and he smiled as he tried to comfort him:
"No one is born perfect. Ding Ling may seem perfect, but aside from responding to Chairman's invitations, he ignores invitations from all the other beautiful women. I've even heard a rumor that one gorgeous woman came to Ding Ling's door late at night wearing very little, hoping to chat with him, only to be politely turned down. If it were a normal man facing such a beauty, would he refuse?"
Zhang Facai instinctively shook his head.
"See? That's where the problem lies."
The more Ajun spoke, the more convincing he found himself. "That's why I've concluded that Ding Ling must be impotent. He can only endure the pain and reject the seduction of beautiful women. As for why he accepted Ding Jianguo's invitation, I estimate it has something to do with Ding Jianguo being rather boyish herself.
"Perhaps Ding Ling thinks Ding Jianguo has no feminine charm. Dating her would silence everyone else and keep them from realizing that he's impotent, sparing him the embarrassment of losing face as Chairman.
"This concerns a man's dignity. If the truth became