Chapter 62: Ways to Deal with Men

"Zhiming can swim, so I would save my mom first!" Yao Jing pondered for a moment before replying.

"If you answer like that, it's no fun. My premise in this scenario is that neither of them can swim!" Song Siqing retorted.

"There's no such premise," Yao Jing shook her head.

"Well, I'm making that assumption now. Just think about it: both can't swim and fall into the river. You can only save one. Who do you save?" Song Siqing challenged.

Yao Jing fell silent.

"Was your first instinct to save your mom?" Song Siqing asked.

Yao Jing nodded.

"So, in your heart, your mom is more important than your husband. Because of this, many times you find excuses for your mom in your heart, no matter what she's done to Zhiming. Personally, I think Zhiming has it tough. You're so beautiful—marrying you puts pressure on anyone. And then you have a mother like that, sigh!" Song Siqing sighed.

"I came here to adjust my mood, why are you making me more conflicted?" Yao Jing looked at Song Siqing angrily.

"Adjust your mood? If you really think your mom is more important than Zhiming, then just divorce him. Wasn't there someone named Li Shao pursuing you? Your mom would definitely prefer that Li Shao. You divorce Zhiming, go with Li Shao, problem solved!" Song Siqing suggested.

"I'm not that kind of person," Yao Jing shook her head.

"Jingjing, all these years, I've had one question for you: why haven't you divorced Zhiming? Just because of what he said on your wedding night? Or are you trying to get back at your Yao family? I don't think those reasons alone are enough to keep you from divorcing him!" Song Siqing said seriously.

Yao Jing kept her head down, staring at the contents of her bowl without saying a word.

"Okay, you don't want to talk about it, I won't ask anymore. I'm full now, going to livestream and meet my fans!" Song Siqing said, heading towards her room.

Yao Jing cleaned up the dishes, pushed open Song Siqing's room door, and walked in.

Song Siqing's room was styled in gothic fashion, with dark elements everywhere.

In that way, it was somewhat similar to Song Siqing's playful personality.

In addition to her job, Song Siqing also worked part-time as an anchor. For many modern urban girls, especially beautiful ones, their normal salary income is simply not enough to meet their expenses.

The maintenance costs of pretty girls are far higher than those of ordinary girls, and the items they wear must match their appearance. Just one pair of shoes on Song Siqing's shoe rack cost at least a thousand yuan, and her salary could only afford three or four pairs of shoes. Not to mention the more expensive bags.

Therefore, part-time work is almost a necessity for every white-collar worker, and for pretty white-collar workers, there's nothing faster than live streaming for money.

Compared with sitting at the table, live streaming can make more money, sitting on a stage can also be a thousand or eight hundred, on the net encounter, the local tyrants, tens of thousands of dollars up and down a minute, and you have to drink wine to smile, do the anchor does not need, as long as you will shout old iron 666.

Everyone who does anchor has a hidden heart without labor and harvest, and Song Siqing is so anxious.

According to her, she is now also a live stream of tens of thousands of fans, a month by the gift can get several tens of thousands of dollars.

At the moment, Song Siqing sat in front of the computer and chatted with her fans.

When Yao Jing came in, Song Siqing said to the computer, "Little baby, I have a beautiful fairy sister here who is even more beautiful than me. My good sister, you want to see her, you don't want to see it, you just want to flash!"

Yao Jing stared blankly, saying,

"Don't use me to make money."

"Oh, where are you going? My baby has often heard me mention you. They've been wanting to see you for a long time! Wow, thanks to Big Dragon's rocket, Big Dragon is powerful, kisses, kisses, I'll let my sister appear!" Song Siqing waved to Yao Jing as she spoke.

"No!" Yao Jing shook her head.

"You come over and show your face. I'll teach you a way to deal with Zhiming!" Song Siqing said mysteriously.

"Why would I need to deal with him?" Yao Jing rolled her eyes.

"Men are our natural enemies. If you can defeat him, you'll have the upper hand. You won't have to worry about arguing with him every day. You can live in sweetness and sweetness. If you can't defeat him, you'll end up like a grumpy woman today!" Song Siqing said.

"Really?" Yao Jing frowned.

"Of course, I know more about men than you do!" Song Siqing said proudly.

Yao Jing hesitated for a moment, then sat down next to Song Siqing.

The bright light from the computer screen shone on Yao Jing's face, making her look even fairer.

Yao Jing looked a bit hesitant as she glanced at the camera and asked, "Is this okay?"

"Perfect! Look at the barrage!" Song Siqing pointed excitedly at the computer screen.

Yao Jing looked at the computer screen, where the word "beauty" was filled with beauty.

"Alright!" Yao Jing stood up and wanted to walk away, but Song Siqing grabbed her.

"Big Dragon, did my bestie not disappoint you guys? Wow, thanks for the rockets, Big Dragon, one, two, three... ten rockets, super hot! Big Dragon, you're mighty and domineering, number one in the world!" Song Siqing exclaimed excitedly.

"Alright, I just came to show my face, that's it!" Yao Jing gently pried open Song Siqing's hand, stood up, and moved to the side. Then she said, "Remember what you said!"

"After I finish broadcasting, I'll tell you. You go ahead and do your thing. Good girl! Wow, Jingjing, my Big Dragon brother is begging for your contact info! Big Dragon, seriously, you're hitting on my bestie right in front of me! I'm ignoring you!" Song Siqing said coquettishly.

Yao Jing shook her head helplessly. Song Siqing had always been like this since childhood, seeming open-minded on the surface, but Yao Jing knew she was actually conservative inside. At least over the years, despite Song Siqing having had a few boyfriends, none had ever entered her room.

Yao Jing moved to the living room, brought over her laptop, and began working at the bedside.

Song Siqing curled up in her chair, engaging in lively interactions and flirting with fans on her computer.

One extremely quiet, the other extremely lively—these two formed a strong contrast. That two people of such different personalities could become best friends could only be attributed to the many incomprehensible things in this world.

Just then, the mobile phone placed on Song Siqing's bed suddenly lit up.

Yao Jing casually glanced over and saw a WeChat message with explicit content.

"Hey baby, what are you doing? Miss me?" 

This phrase alone wouldn't mean much, but the name of the person sending the message made Yao Jing furrow her brows.

The sender's name was Zhou Wenwei!

He was He Shuhui's husband.

Seeing Yao Jing looking at her phone, Song Siqing quickly grabbed it.

"What's going on between you and Zhou Wenwei?" Yao Jing frowned.

"What do you mean 'what's going on'? Nothing's going on," Song Siqing shook her head.

"Siqing, I can tell you, no matter how reckless you are, you should have boundaries. I know you used to like testing other girls' boyfriends, but those were just boyfriends. Zhou Wenwei is He Shuhui's husband. You can't do this. No man is faithful, especially when dealing with a woman like you!" Yao Jing said seriously.

"What are you thinking? It's just normal chatting, nothing's wrong. Besides, do you remember what He Shuhui did to us back in school? She spread rumors that you were drugged and taken advantage of outside of school, and then she even spread rumors that I was collaborating with the gangsters. Do you forget how much those things affected us back then?" Song Siqing turned off the computer microphone and looked at Yao Jing.

"I have no evidence it was her!" Yao Jing said.

"I have no evidence either, but who else could it be? I asked many people to find out who spread those rumors, and they all pointed to one person—He Shuhui! That incident labeled me throughout high school. I won't easily forgive her for that. This is my war with her, and in this war, there can only be one winner—me, Song Siqing!" Song Siqing gritted her teeth.

"But everything has a limit!" Yao Jing said.

"I have limits, but does Zhou Wenwei have any? I don't know." Song Siqing shrugged, picked up her phone, replied to a message, then opened the microphone to continue interacting with her fans.

Seeing this scene, Yao Jing sighed.

In high school, she and Song Siqing were both school flowers, beautiful and attracting their share of storms. They were indeed victims of rumors, which affected them to some extent. However, Yao Jing had long since let go, but she didn't expect Song Siqing to still remember.

By the time it was past ten o'clock, after a round of kisses and hugs with her fans, Song Siqing turned off the computer.

"I'm ready to go back now," Yao Jing said.

"Go back if you want, why are you telling me? I'm not your mom," Song Siqing lay on the bed, indifferent.

"You promised me, as long as I showed myself to your fans, you'd tell me how to deal with Zhiming, right?!" Yao Jing said angrily.

"By the way, Jingjing, if you become an anchor, you'll definitely be popular. Just now, the president of our guild personally asked me for your information, saying he wants to sign you! But I told him he can't sign you because you have a domineering CEO husband, haha!" Song Siqing laughed.

"I have to go home now. Are you going to tell me or not? If you don't, I won't cook for you anymore in the future!" Yao Jing said angrily.

"Okay, Jingjing, I'll tell you. When you get back, just ask Zhiming the question I asked you earlier. Ask him who he would save if you and his mom fell into the river together. If he says his mom, make him understand you. If he says you, then tell him if he values you more, why can't he forgive your mom for you? Got it?" Song Siqing said.

"That makes sense!" Yao Jing's eyes lit up, then she immediately stood up and walked out of the room.

Watching Yao Jing leave, Song Siqing rested her hands under her head.

"Jingjing, oh Jingjing, if it were the old you, you wouldn't even bother thinking about how to deal with Zhiming, because back then you didn't care about Zhiming at all. Now you've changed... sigh, don't blame me. There's no answer to this damn question. The only result of asking this question between couples is to cause conflict. I'm doing this for your own good. Leave him, find someone who truly loves you!" Song Siqing muttered to herself.