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This was a considerable sacrifice.

He was not about to leave himself with such a huge hidden risk for a moment of pleasure.

Moreover,

Based on his past experiences, these good-looking women were often extremely disgusting; they either looked down on people or had a strong mercenary heart, wanting to sell themselves for a good price. He despised these types of women the most.

Wen Ping snorted softly in his heart, already plotting how to shatter such a beautiful vase tonight.

But just at that moment—

The woman suddenly walked straight up to Wen Ping, leaned slightly forward, extended her right hand in mid-air, and, with a crescent-moon smile, said, "Is this gentleman here my blind date, Wen Ping?"

"Hello, I'm Sun Miaomiao."

"Just call me Little Miao."

"Ah? My name is Wen Ping, hello, hello."

Wen Ping was momentarily stunned, and it took a while before he reacted. He hurriedly stood up to shake Little Miao's extended right hand, only touching it lightly before withdrawing his hand, suddenly at a loss for words.

Unexpectedly, this woman was his blind date for today.

This...

While he pondered what to say,

"That is,"

Little Miao, already seated, casually flipped through the menu, and with a slight frown, started to speak, "Uncle Wen Ping, some things might sound unpleasant, but I think I still need to say them."

"..."

Wen Ping, feeling somewhat nervous and uneasy, suddenly cooled his expression upon hearing those words, lit a cigarette, leaned back in the chair, lowered his head, and said indifferently, "Speak, I'm listening."

He didn't need to listen to know what the woman was going to say next.

It was all the same nonsense.

How many Points you have saved, how many Props, how many Skills, what kind of power you have, if there is any potential, and so on.

Issues so vulgar they made him anxious.

Ridiculous!

He knew it, all the good-looking girls, they all have that consistently disgusting personality!

"It's like this."

After hesitating for a while, Little Miao still spoke, "Judging by your attire, you don't seem like someone with a lot of Points, which I can understand, since accidental occurrences are too many in this game of ascension."

"But if you don't have many Points, you should save up Points to buy stronger Props, to clear higher-level maps, instead of inviting me to such an expensive restaurant to spend."

"Each dish here is too expensive, just this braised lion's head alone costs over a hundred Points."

"It's too expensive."

"If you say you'll pay, I feel distressed, and if you ask me to pay, I also feel distressed, so... shall we go eat at a roadside stall instead?"

Little Miao blinked her eyes, full of hope and pleading.

"Ah?"

Wen Ping, who was lowering his head and pretending to be profound while smoking, froze in place upon hearing these words and looked up at the woman in front of him in disbelief. Seeing there was not a hint of mockery in her eyes, but rather sincerity, it appeared that she genuinely felt bad about spending his Points.

"This..."

Wen Ping was indeed at a loss for words now, completely uncertain of what to say.

For all these years,

This was the first time he invited a girl out for a meal and someone was willing to save money for him.

Not that he hadn't treated girls to meals before the ascension game descended; he invited many girls for meals in his quest for a wife, but none would ever get upset for him. In fact, many girls would bring along their best friends, then order things they couldn't normally afford.

Throughout the meal, the girls would eat and chat with high spirits, even asking him to keep taking photos.

He couldn't even get a word in.

After finishing the meal and paying, he was left alone at the messy table, the kind-hearted ones would politely say it's not suitable when they got home, the less kind-hearted ones wouldn't show any sign and would ask him to treat them again.

And he was happy to do so.

"Don't you want to?"

Little Miao's voice pulled Wen Ping back from his thoughts.

"Willing, definitely willing, why wouldn't I be?"

Bewildered, Wen Ping quickly stubbed out the cigarette in his hand as if worried about his image, and stammered an explanation: "I don't usually smoke in public places, I have severe asthma, and this cigarette is actually a Prop that effectively suppresses asthma."

"Is that so?"

Little Miao nodded thoughtfully, then suddenly couldn't help but laugh, "Actually, I quite like guys who smoke; I think they're especially charming."

"And for some reason, the moment I saw you, I felt you were very safe to be with."

"Especially your stubble and the faint smell of tobacco on you, it always gives me a feeling that you're someone I can rely on."

"Really?"

Wen Ping was startled and then immediately lit another cigarette, grinning as he put it in his mouth, "Actually, I love smoking, two packs a day is nothing to me."

"But, are we really going to eat at a roadside stall?"

"Having a roadside stall on our first meeting, doesn't that seem improper?"

"Actually, I have money."

"I know."

Little Miao stood up, gently looping her arm through Wen Ping's, and as they walked towards the restaurant's exit, she gave Wen Ping a meaningful glance, "I know you have money, which man would admit he's broke? But you men have so many things to spend money on."

"The burden of life weighs heavily on you, it's exhausting. When I think about it, all these Points you've earned came from putting your life on the line."

"How can I bear to use these Points to eat such fancy meals?"