Wang Yue could tell that Yang Xiaoyun was completely serious. He smiled and reassured her.
"Sure, no problem!"
Seeing how affectionate the two were, Mi Lai couldn't help feeling envious.
But at the same time, she realized there was a problem. She liked Lu Tao, but Lu Tao didn't seem to feel the same way about her.
Yang Xiaoyun noticed Mi Lai's downcast expression. Her eyes darted, and she said, "Mi Lai, take a look at Old Lu's workout results sometime. He really does look like he's under forty. You could actually consider it.
"Your family's in real estate, and Xiao Lu works at the Planning Bureau. You two would make a powerful match!"
Mi Lai couldn't help laughing at that. "You married an older man yourself, so now you want me to join you? Just admit it!"
Yang Xiaoyun didn't deny it. Instead, she smiled and said, "That's what I'm thinking! But lots of young women marry older men. If they can do it, why can't we?
"Besides, I'm not a mistress. Teacher Wang's ex-wife has been dead for years. If I marry him, we'll have a marriage license and a wedding.
"If you marry Lu Yaxun, Lu Tao will have to call you Mom. Don't you think that'd be great?"
Wang Yue had to admit that he'd considered introducing some young women to Lu Yaxun, but he'd never thought of Mi Lai.
Still, if it really were Mi Lai, the idea was strangely appealing!
So Wang Yue shook his head and put on a somber expression. "I just got word that Xu Zhishen may be coming back. Poor Old Lu—he's about to lose the son he raised, too.
"Old Lu might end up getting divorced. If you and Old Lu got together, you'd both be heartbroken people keeping