Song Huanyan: What's up? Looking for a man?
Yue Xiaowan: Could it be... Fu alone isn't enough for you? That's not scientific! Fu... could he really not be up to it?
Xiaoya: OH, NO, I don't want to accept this fact. How could Fu, such a wise and capable man, not be up to it?
Zhang Meiqin: Oh... indeed, nobody's perfect.
An Yue: Meiqin, aren't you feeling lucky now? Good thing you didn't hook up with Fu, otherwise, if you did and Fu isn't up to it, you'd definitely be torn. Giving up Fu would feel like a pity, yet keeping him... but Fu isn't up to it, so a lifetime without fulfilment... Fu's like a chicken rib, tasteless to eat, but a pity to discard.
Zhang Meiqin: ...Seems that's really the case.
Qiao Chuchu looked at the things these women were saying and twitched her mouth; when did she ever say Fu Ziqian wasn't up to it?
But... Qiao Chuchu's eyes lit up.
