The morning rush hour came earlier than usual that day. For some unknown reason, a road up ahead had been cordoned off, leaving traffic in a tangled mess, inching forward and stopping like a moving parking lot.
Wang Xiaoliang rolled his window down a crack. Cool air streamed in, and he glanced at Luo Bisheng.
"Bisheng, your luck with women sure came on strong."
Luo Bisheng pushed his sunglasses up his nose and raised his chin slightly. "Of course. Who am I now? Tang Heihu. Founder of Xiaosheng Media."
Wang Xiaoliang ignored his swagger, tapping his fingers against the steering wheel. "Have you picked one, or do you want to give them both a try?"
"There's nothing to pick." Luo Bisheng dropped his grin and glanced out the window. "Jiahui's personality is a bit like Huanhuan's. She seems carefree, but who knows what she might be keeping inside. We're fine as friends."
He paused.
"Zhifei's different. More womanly, more mature. But it's just a meal. Who knows?"
"You don't mind her past?"
"No. In this day and age, could you even find someone if you minded that? How different is living together from having been married?"
"Brother, you've really got it figured out," Wang Xiaoliang praised him. "Does that mean you've moved on?"
"More or less." Luo Bisheng took off his sunglasses and turned them in his hand. "At least I'm willing to move on now."
"Congratulations."
After those words, Wang Xiaoliang said no more. Traffic stopped again. A bus ahead was sitting diagonally across half the road.
Only after quite a while did he speak again.
"Let me ask you something."
"Go ahead."
"If you and Zhifei were already together, and Huanhuan came charging back, crying and begging you to get back together, who would you choose?"
Luo Bisheng