"The one in the burgundy coat?" Cheng Zhu asked, looking around after hearing the words.
It was already dark now, but the lighting outside the venue was still quite bright.
He quickly spotted a woman in the crowd who stood out, wearing a burgundy coat with a black turtleneck sweater underneath, situated to their right front, about ten meters away.
In his past life, Cheng Zhu had never seen Meng Qingyu in person.
There’s a saying: playboys are most afraid of meeting the parents.
"Well, I’m not really afraid."
"It’s more like... avoiding, maybe?"
"Right, how could I be afraid? What kind of storms haven’t I seen?"
Besides, Yiyi had never asked him to meet her family.
To be exact, Yiyi herself wasn’t particularly close with her mother.
Children from single-parent families tend to be one of two extremes.
Either they get along especially well with the parent because of being single-parented.
Or they become slightly estranged from the parent because of being single-parented.
And according to Cheng Zhu’s experience, the single daughters he personally encountered tended to be more of the latter.
Many people think that with only a father or a mother left, with just one dependency, their relationship would be very close.
But in reality, many cases turn out to be the opposite.
Moreover, Yiyi was well aware of what kind of relationship she had with Cheng Zhu, and even more aware of what kind of person her boss was deep down.
That is to say, she had the realization of being "half the official wife."
She was the only woman who had lived in Cheng Zhu’s house, but they were not cohabiting. They only occasionally lived together at home, and she didn’t move in to stay.
Under such circumstances, with Yiyi’s intelligence, she definitely wouldn’t let Cheng Zhu meet her mother, to avoid unnecessary trouble for herself.
Besides, she was afraid that doing so might be displeasing to Cheng Zhu, somewhat like "forcing the palace"?
Asking him to meet her mother was essentially sending a signal.
At this moment, Cheng Zhu looked at the woman not far away, and the first thought that popped into his mind was indeed, "Auntie still has her charms."
To tell the truth, Meng Qingyu was beautiful!
Joking, a woman who can be a big shot’s mistress, she would have some capital, right?
Genetics really are a mysterious thing; a beautiful daughter doesn’t necessarily mean the mother is a great beauty.
But don’t underestimate the tastes of the older generation of big shots, OK?
It’s like what they often say in the entertainment industry: you can question whether coal tycoons know the business, but you can’t question their sense of aesthetics.
When coal tycoons invest in the film and television industry, they generally don’t interfere too much, just put people with funding into the group, and each one is beautiful.
Meng Qingyu had an indescribable artistic and intellectual beauty, a kind of scholarly air about her.
According to what Cheng Zhu knew of Yiyi’s family, theirs definitely couldn’t be considered a scholarly family.
That the mother had such a temperament was probably because she herself was truly a literary woman.
Judging from their facial features, mother and daughter definitely resembled each other to some extent.
But in terms of temperament, the differences were big.
The one thing they had in common was that both would give men a sense — they were pure!
A kind of pure, clean beauty!
Men usually think that an intellectual beauty must be the kind who is conservative and self-respecting.
And with someone like Yiyi, the Innocent Little White Flower, there’s even more to say.
However, the actual situation turned out to be a mistress mother and a lover daughter.
—"Like mother, like daughter."
—"An inherited craft."
"I’m not sure if she maintains herself well, or if she, like Yiyi, was naturally born looking young."
"You simply wouldn’t be able to tell she has a daughter almost 18," Cheng Zhu thought to himself.
Of course, this might also be related to skin condition.
Yiyi had the smoothest skin Cheng Zhu had ever touched, the sensation was absolutely silky smooth, which presumably was inherited from her mother.
Right now, this scoundrel was covertly taking someone’s daughter to a concert.
He guessed in his heart that Yiyi definitely hadn’t told her mother she was coming to the concert.
The reason was simple, the price of the ticket was outrageous.
Saying that you were at a concert meant you’d need a host of excuses afterward.
That is to say, now if they were caught red-handed, it was bound to be troublesome and inevitably tricky.
Cheng Zhu was astonished, but soon found it very interesting.
The reason was simple, he saw that beside Aunt Meng, there was also a young man!
What’s this, a kept man?
Now it’s getting interesting! This has become very interesting!
"Look at his facial expressions and eyes when he talks, a total bootlicker!" Cheng Zhu observed and thought to himself.
And besides, Cheng Zhu, having lived a life of debauchery in his previous life, was quite accurate in judging two types of people.
He had strong bitch-detecting abilities, seeing at a glance whether a girl was a green tea bitch or not.
On the other hand, he was dead on in spotting kept men.
In nightclubs, there were many male models, and many men were kept by older wealthy women.
Those who had been out and about should know very well, many of the women working in clubs would look like socialites on the streets.
These women knew how to dress up, and everything they wore was good quality.
Similarly, this applied to many men as well.
You’d think he was a rich, handsome man, but it was actually nowhere near true.
Permed hair, a made-up face, plus a set of high-quality imitation trendy clothes...
The tall and handsome part may fit, but the "rich" in the middle refers to finding wealthy women.
Some specifically target rich women, some specifically go after those wealthy young ladies.
Like in many clubs, male models’ wages are lower than female models’, but every one of them is a master at ’CPU,’ and they can get a handsome severance when parting ways.