298: Chapter 298 Wang Zhiwei, a Common Man

There was no doubt that Wang Zhiwei was a secular person.

The most ordinary kind of secular person imaginable.

He couldn't take his eyes off a beautiful woman.

Of course, he usually maintained a sense of propriety, never losing his composure too much or acting inappropriately; he just liked to look and satisfy his visual cravings.

But upon seeing Zou Shuying, he instantly turned into the foolish son of a local landlord.

The reason was simple: Zou Shuying was too beautiful.

She was a true fairy, the kind that stepped right out of a painting.

Enhanced by Han Jingyang's Appraisal Technique, she possessed both the realism of a living person and the ethereal quality of a fairy in a painting—clean, transparent, exquisite, and brimming with immortal aura. Every frown and smile was incredibly moving.

Never mind Wang Zhiwei.

Even Han Jingyang himself could barely restrain himself.

If the four fairies hadn't been together every day, he might have revealed his true colors as well.

Even women of all ages, like Shi Xiaoya, had little resistance against the four Flower Fairies.

In short, the charm of these four Flower Fairies, including Zou Shuying, was universal across gender and age.

Wang Zhiwei's reaction couldn't have been more normal.

Zou Shuying smiled slightly. "Mr. Wang, I am Zou Shuying, an ordinary employee of Jiguang Zhai."

"Good, good, wonderful. A fine name indeed. Where are you from, Miss Shuying?"

"Xizhou, Su Province."

"Xizhou is a fine place, a fine place indeed. No wonder your temperament is so gentle. Only a water town like Xizhou could nurture a flower-like woman like you, Miss Shuying. Truly beautiful, just like a fairy from a painting."

"Mr. Wang, you flatter me."

"Miss Shuying, with such a wonderful temperament, why..."

Before Wang Zhiwei could finish his sentence, his eyes glazed over again.

This was because Zou Handan, Zou Rushuang, and Zou Feixiang also filed out one by one. Each carrying a tea tray, teapot, and teacups, they gathered around the tea table and began their work—washing the tea, warming the cups, and pouring the water.

This was the tea ceremony they had mastered.

Unlike the complex, trivial, and archaic tea ceremonies of Japan, these four had learned a modern tea ceremony—elegant, light, with concise movements that were pleasing to the eye.

To be honest, the tea ceremony was a form of performance where the sense of ritual accounted for the vast majority; the taste of the tea was secondary, while the visual appeal of the performance itself was the most important part.

With the looks and temperament of Zou Handan and the others, even if they didn't understand the tea ceremony and just simply poured water, it would still be the most pleasing tea ceremony in the world.

Consequently, Wang Zhiwei was completely dazed.

It wasn't until Zou Rushuang placed a teacup in front of him and said, "Mr. Wang, please have some tea," that Wang Zhiwei snapped out of his trance.

Then, he suddenly jumped to Han Jingyang's side. "Brother, what... what's the situation here?"

Han Jingyang chuckled inwardly. "What do you mean, what situation?"

"The four of them!"

"What about the four of them?"

*Cough, cough.* "Are they all surnamed Zou?"

"Yes, Zou as in Zoucheng."

"Biological sisters?"

"Yes, biological sisters, as close as can be."

"But... but..."

"What? Do you feel like my small shop isn't worthy of such good employees?"

*Cough, cough, cough.* "That's not what I meant. It's just... it's a bit of a waste. With this temperament and these looks, serving tea and water here is too much of a waste. If they became stars, they'd be world-famous in a heartbeat!"

"Then why don't you ask them if they're willing?"

"Really?"

"Mhm."

"You don't mind?"

"Of course not. If you can poach them, then you're the one with the skill."

Wang Zhiwei cleared his throat, straightened his collar, and looked at Zou Handan. "Miss Handan, are you interested in becoming a model or a star? I have a friend who runs an entertainment company. Although it's not large, it's very legitimate and has good resources. If you're willing, you could definitely become the most popular girl group in the country, or even the world."

Zou Handan giggled. "Is being a star fun?"

"It's fun, very fun! And it's very profitable. A top-tier star can earn hundreds of millions a year. Filming one commercial brings in millions. Not to mention movies and TV shows. If you're willing, you could even enter the short video field. You can earn as much as you want. Once you're famous, money comes in like it's being blown by a gale—as much as you could ever want. Plus, so many people will love you, live for you, and die for you..."

Zou Handan smiled again. "It does sound interesting. However, we sisters aren't interested in making money, nor are we interested in becoming famous."

"Then what are you interested in?"

"Us? We only want to stay by our Master's side for the rest of our lives, serving him tea, pouring his water, making his bed, and helping him dress."

Wang Zhiwei's expression instantly froze. "Ma... Master?"

Zou Handan gave a sweet smile. "That's right. The common Master of us four sisters."

Wang Zhiwei's expression gradually turned distorted. "Who is it?"

"Mr. Han Jingyang, who is also your friend, Mr. Wang."

"Ah?"

Wang Zhiwei was completely dumbfounded.

Four peerless beauties who looked like fairies were actually willing to be Han Jingyang's maids? Serving tea, pouring water, dressing him, and making his bed? And they were biological sisters?

Absurd!

Too absurd!

How could such an absurd thing exist in this world!

Wang Zhiwei turned to look at Han Jingyang. Seeing the calm smile on Han Jingyang's face, he slowly calmed down. "Brother, what... what exactly is going on?"

Han Jingyang laughed inwardly. "It's just as you see. I helped them with a small favor, and then they insisted on being my maids. I wasn't willing either, but there was no choice but to reluctantly accept. *Sigh*."

As he spoke, he even put on an act and sighed, looking very reluctant and aggrieved, as if he had suffered a great loss.

Wang Zhiwei wished he could jump up and strangle Han Jingyang. His teeth itched with resentment, yet he could only ask sourly, "Are they doing this voluntarily?"

"Of course. Am I the kind of person who would kidnap women?"

"This..." Wang Zhiwei suddenly thought of a possibility. "Are they... are they real people?"

Han Jingyang nodded. "Of course. I just got their ID cards processed for them a couple of days ago."

Just as he finished speaking, a courier knocked and entered. "Boss Han Jingyang, there's a package. Please sign for it."

Han Jingyang signed and opened the envelope. Inside were indeed the ID cards for Zou Shuying and the other three.

He casually handed them to Zou Shuying. "The ID cards are here. Take them and keep them safe."

Zou Shuying and the others answered in unison, "Yes, Master."

Then, with beaming smiles, they took their respective ID cards and ran back into the inner room.

Wang Zhiwei stood up and reached out as if to stop them, but he couldn't say a word.

This time, he no longer had any doubts.

Since ID cards had been issued, the identities of the four women were certainly legitimate. At the very least, it proved they were living human beings; otherwise, the ID cards couldn't have been processed at all.

However, four beauties as stunning as celestial beings were actually willing to be Han Jingyang's maids.

This... what man could accept this?

What man wouldn't be consumed by envy, jealousy, and hate?

What man wouldn't raise a blade and shout 'Kill the Han dog'?

Of course, Wang Zhiwei didn't dare. He could only slowly digest these emotions, which eventually transformed into admiration. He gave Han Jingyang a thumbs up. "Brother, you are truly incredible. Your luck with women is just too strong."

Han Jingyang chuckled.

Wang Zhiwei asked unwillingly, "Brother, where can I find sisters like them?"

Han Jingyang laughed loudly. "Stop dreaming. Even if you could find them, you couldn't keep them. Beauties of this level aren't meant for ordinary people to possess."

Wang Zhiwei was still a bit unconvinced. "Then, if I go and start cultivating now, would that work?"