Fu Jinyan's friends even set up a pool, betting on whether Lin Yunqiu or I would win.
"What are you thinking? What does Sister Yunqiu mean to Brother Fu? No one can hold a candle to her in Brother Fu's eyes."
"Did none of you bet on the wife? I mean, she's gorgeous, she's been with Brother Fu for seven years, and we've all seen how much he spoils her. I refuse to believe he has no feelings for her."
"That's enough. You lot are getting bold, aren't you? You dare make a bet about me."
Fu Jinyan gently swirled the red wine in his glass, looking to be in a good mood. Though his words were reprimanding, those who knew him well could tell he wasn't angry.
"Brother Fu, give us a hint. Which one do you like more?"
