After hearing Wang Yue, He Changsheng immediately caught on. He nervously looked at He Jiahuan and said in astonishment, "Fourth Brother, you like that boy next door? No way. He looks like a real womanizer. You absolutely can't marry him."
But Liu Meixin immediately objected. "I think Zhang Qiulin is quite the smooth talker. How can you say that about him?"
Zhang Qiulin was famous for his sweet tongue. When he turned on the charm, women of all ages adored him.
Only men found him unbearable. They didn't like people like him, who were so slick and so flighty.
When He Changsheng saw his own wife speaking up for Zhang Qiulin, he said irritably, "All he knows how to do is sweet-talk women like you, and he gets you every time. Ask Jiabao and Xiao Bao—which of them thinks Zhang Qiulin is a good guy?"
Liu Meixin wasn't convinced. She hurriedly glanced at Wang Yue, but when she met his confirming look, she immediately turned to Xiao Bao, wanting to make sure.
He Xiaobao had been enjoying the show the whole time. He never expected the joke to end up being on him.
He wanted to go along with his mother and avoid her nagging, but when he met his father's gaze, he suddenly decided that being nagged wasn't so bad. It was better than getting a beating, at least.
So He Xiaobao answered seriously, "Mom, you don't know what Brother Qiulin is like. He's the kind of guy who can walk through a field of flowers without a single petal sticking to him. He leaves his scent everywhere he goes. It's only because we have Big Brother at home that he doesn't dare fool around. Otherwise, he'd have gone after our sisters ages ago."
Of course, Liu Meixin knew