Chapter 59: Chapter 59: 59, Rebirth: Do Not Bully the Mid-Aged Poor!

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Where did this little enchantress come from!

Even prettier than the girl at the gym!

Zhao Yingying’s brows unconsciously furrowed as she lamented in her heart.

“Yingying, do you know that person?”

Wang Jia followed her younger sister-in-law’s gaze and then saw Yang Hao holding Xixi, and the youthful and beautiful Li Manni with an impressive figure.

“That’s the blind date my second aunt introduced to me.”

“The bracelet was a gift from him.”

Zhao Yingying replied truthfully, after all, there was no hiding it.

“Eh, it’s him??”

Wang Jia was somewhat surprised, she had seen Yang Hao occasionally when picking up the children, and in her mind, he was a delivery man.

But would a delivery man spend over fifty thousand to buy a bracelet as a gift?

It must be a mistake!

“So who’s that woman next to him?” Wang Jia asked again.

“I’m not sure, I’ll go say hello.”

This was also a question that Zhao Yingying was particularly concerned about. She straightened her hair behind her ear and strode forward to greet them, “Yang, I didn’t expect to see you here.”

“Yingying?”

“How come you’re here?”

Seeing Zhao Yingying here was quite a surprise to Yang Hao.

“I’m here accompanying my sister-in-law and nephew for the parent-child sports event.”

As she spoke, Zhao Yingying pointed toward her sister-in-law Wang Jia and nephew Zhao Zirui not far away.

“I see.”

Yang Hao nodded lightly.

Zhao Yingying then smiled at Xixi who was in Yang’s arms, “Yang, this must be your daughter Xixi, right? She’s so cute!”

“Xixi, this is Auntie Yingying.” Yang Hao casually introduced.

“Hello, Auntie Yingying.”

Xixi was quite outgoing and didn’t seem shy around strangers at all.

“Hmm, hello, Xixi.”

Zhao Yingying responded with a smiling face and then took out a chocolate from her pocket, “Today is our first meeting, so this is a gift for you!”

This chocolate was actually carefully prepared by Zhao Yingying. Knowing she would meet Xixi today, she thought of bringing a gift. Something too formal would seem too deliberate, so after careful consideration, she chose chocolate.

Little girls generally love sweets and chocolates, so this was also a way to charm a child.

“Thank you, Auntie Yingying.”

Xixi’s eyes shone. Because of dental care considerations, Yang Hao strictly limited the amount of sugar and chocolate Xixi could have, making Zhao Yingying’s small gift truly appealing to the little girl.

“You’re welcome, oh!”

“Xixi is really super cute~!”

Zhao Yingying patted the little girl’s forehead affectionately.

In her plan, she was going to be this little girl’s stepmother in the future, so this first impression was very important.

“Yang, who is this lady?”

After interacting with Xixi, Zhao Yingying looked at Li Manni and asked the question she was most concerned about.

“Hello, my name is Li Manni. I’m Xixi’s aunt.”

Li Manni took the initiative to greet and introduce herself.

“So you’re Xixi’s aunt, hello!”

“My name is Zhao Yingying, a friend of Yang.”

Zhao Yingying introduced herself too.

During the conversation, both women also sized each other up.

Then Zhao Yingying lamented in her heart again, “This skin condition is absolutely amazing, youth really is a woman’s greatest asset!”

From a distance before, she could only get a general look, but now, face to face with Li Manni, even as a woman, she felt a surge of beauty hit her.

Mainly because Li Manni’s skin condition was truly good. As someone who sold cosmetics and dealt with skin all day, Zhao Yingying had seen many customers with good skin, but Li Manni was definitely among the top three she had ever seen.

To describe her with the novel expressions ‘skin like creamy jade’ and ‘so delicate it could be broken by a blow’ was not an exaggeration at all.

As for Li Manni, she felt that this quite pretty sister seemed to be very enthusiastic and caring toward her brother-in-law.

After a brief chat, the two went together to the second class’s formation.

“Xixi, Xixi…”

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“This is my mom and dad!”

No sooner had they arrived at the “Advanced Class Two” territory than a chubby little kid came running up to Xixi, all smiles.

He pointed at his parents behind him, enthusiastically making introductions.

Yang Hao first looked at this chubby kid and recognized him as Peng Haoxuan, the one always spouting off-kilter poetry!

Lines like “Iron pots stewing big geese” and “Why not roast sweet potatoes” all came from him and even led his own precious daughter astray!

Yang then turned his attention to the young poetry prince’s parents and couldn’t help but marvel at the power of genes: his mom was about 160cm tall, weighing no less than 130 pounds—clearly a Peng Haoxuan plus, and his dad was around 170cm with a weight well over 180 pounds—essentially a Peng Haoxuan Max version!

All three family members were round and robust; life’s quality seemed quite high.

“Hello, Xixi’s dad.”

“Our Xuanxuan often talks about your Xixi.”

Fat Peng greeted him with a beaming smile, clearly the extroverted type.

“Yeah, our Xixi also talks a lot about your Xuanxuan…”

Yang Hao chatted somewhat disjointedly with Fat Peng.

During their conversation, Yang learned that his full name was Peng Wenbo, a native of Jiangcheng, 32 years old, three years younger than Yang himself.

Upon learning about each other’s ages, Fat Peng started addressing Yang as Yang.

“Yang, is this your wife?”

Fat Peng had noticed Li Manni early on—it was hard not to, as she stood out among all the moms present.

“She’s Xixi’s aunt.”

Yang Hao explained.

“Oh, I see,” Fat Peng nodded with a smile to Li Manni, as a way of greeting.

“Where do you make your fortune, Brother Peng?”

Yang was curious about what kind of father could produce a son who’s always spouting quirky verses, so he casually inquired.

“Uh, I’m self-employed…”

When asked about his job, Fat Peng hesitated, obviously reluctant to elaborate.

But his verbose son jumped in at that moment: “Uncle, my dad is a writer!”

“A member of the Jiangcheng City Writers Association!”

Peng Haoxuan stated with pride.

“Oh, so he’s a great writer!”

“A cultured man indeed, forgive my oversight.”

Yang Hao couldn’t help but express his admiration while thinking to himself no wonder there’s a son with a mouth full of odd poetry—the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.

“By the way, Writer Peng, what books have you written?”

“I’ll have to pay homage to your great works sometime.”

Yang changed Peng’s designation to “Writer Peng” out of respect.

“Um, well…”

Fat Peng hesitated once more, with a look of difficulty on his face.

However, his son once again blurted out: “Uncle, my dad writes books on Qidian Chinese Network, and he’s currently writing ‘Rebirth: Do Not Bully the Mid-Aged Poor’…”

The exposed Fat Peng’s face turned slightly red with embarrassment, and with a touch of resignation, he patted his son’s head: “Xuanxuan, go play over there for a while!”

The community of online writers is actually pretty awkward in real life. If you’ve made a name for yourself, had works adapted, or reached the celebrity status of writer panels or certain famous web novelists, then it’s something to boast about.

But goddamn if you’re unknown, relegated to writing pedestrian romance or risqué material, then it’s embarrassing to talk about with friends and family.

Because once you mention that you write novels, they will surely ask what you’ve written.

You reluctantly share the title, and then they look it up online…

Fuck, what kind of moral standards does this book have!

The brother-in-law and sister-in-law got together too???

I’m questioning your character!!

But what they don’t realize is that it’s not the author’s preference to write such stuff.

It’s damn market demand that people love to read!!

Supply and demand, get it??

And Fat Peng belonged to that unrecognized bunch, scribbling fluffy novels to make ends meet.

So when others asked about his job, he’d simply say he was self-employed.

For those friends in the know about his continuous writing, when they inquired what he wrote, he’d randomly name a few books being written by his author friends, such as “You Don’t Want the Secret to Be Known, Do You?” “Global Beast Transformation: Only I Know the Rules of Transformation,” and other ridiculous titles with exasperatingly long names.

Let them go criticise if they want to rant; it’s none of my damn business!