Even in terms of address, the green tea girl had her little tricks, such as calling him “Mr. Deby” and “Big Mr. Deby.” Although the only difference was the word “Big,” “Big Mr. Deby” was clearly more affectionate, and when Mira called out “Big Mr. Deby” in her sweet tone, it had a kind of coquettish feeling that made one feel a bit ticklish inside.
Thus, many comments in the sections of tea master bloggers would read, “This isn’t green tea; the King is here, and this is also my good sister.”
Many women believe that men can’t distinguish green tea, but in reality, it’s not that they can’t tell; it’s that they can’t be bothered to distinguish.
As long as it makes them feel good, it doesn’t matter if she’s green tea or not; after all, they aren’t getting married.
“Big Mr. Deby, I see you don’t seem to know how to edit videos. How about I help you?”
Mira continued the conversation, actively offering to help Jacob while also aiming to establish a long-term relationship, so they could keep in touch and never run out of topics.
“Mira, isn’t this too much trouble for you?”
Jacob rubbed his hands together, putting on a difficult expression.
“It’s no trouble at all; I need to post on Instagram anyway.” Mira shook her head repeatedly.
“Alright then, I guess I’ll trouble you.”
Jacob reluctantly agreed.
“Big Mr. Deby, you’re too polite; it’s just a small favor.”
Mira smiled brightly, finally taking the first step in her plan.
However, she felt that Jacob’s way of speaking was somewhat familiar, as if it were a phrase she often used with other male customers.
“Mr. Deby, can we get started now?”
At this moment, Layla, who had been silent, spoke up.
She was somewhat surprised to see Mira on the fourth floor because one of her regular customers was in the equipment area on the second floor. That person was a client Mira valued highly, and even if they weren’t taking personal training sessions, she would usually stay on the second floor to chat with him.
Yet, Mira had left that familiar customer on the second floor and come up to the fourth floor, where she had no class.
The only reason could be that she was specifically waiting for her “Big Mr. Deby”! Indeed, Josie was right.
This “Big Mr. Deby” was like Tang Seng, with countless little demons watching him! Previously, Layla thought she could treat it casually, as she only regarded Jacob as a good brother. But when Mira, the most formidable demon in the fitness center, approached, she inexplicably felt a bit nervous, even a bit insecure.
As she saw the two chatting animatedly, a hint of jealousy arose in her heart, and she felt an inexplicable urge to interrupt their conversation.
“Mira, I’ll head to class first.”
Jacob greeted this good sister and then prepared to go to class with Layla.
But Mira spoke up again, “Big Mr. Deby, let me record a few clips of your class; it can serve as material.”
“Um… is that too much trouble for you?”
Jacob used the same phrasing that Mira was best at.
“It’s no trouble at all; I have no class and am quite free~!”
Mira said with a smile, “Moreover, being part of such a meaningful endeavor will be an unforgettable experience for me!”
“I should be thanking Big Mr. Deby for giving me this opportunity~!”
Learn, everyone learn! Look at how people chat! You bunch of lowly women, you only know how to take, take, take. You don’t understand that as long as you provide enough emotional value, you don’t even need to say anything, and men will willingly open their wallets.
Actually, men don’t want much. A word of encouragement when they’re down, a warm hug when they’re tired, a hot dinner after work.
Then this man can be fully resurrected, continue to shoulder the burden of life and forge ahead!
But many women often say things like, “So-and-so’s husband earns so much,” “I’m blind to marry you,” “Can’t you learn from so-and-so?” Even though they’ve worked their hardest at work, they come home to complaints and nagging.
Physical fatigue will ease with time, but this kind of psychological pressure only accumulates, eventually leading to a breakdown! So, when you see a man walking alone in the rain without an umbrella, he’s not stupid, he just wants to cry his heart out.
Because the rain on his face hides his tears.
Therefore, for Jacob, who has been battered by a failed marriage, there’s nothing wrong with green tea girls. They are understanding, sweet-talking, and provide emotional value.
The downside is that they are purposeful, they won’t develop genuine feelings for you. When you are valuable in their eyes, you are the sky; when you lose your value, they will discard you like trash.
From Jacob’s perspective, he doesn’t mind that the other party is approaching and flattering him for money, because it’s normal. You can’t expect them to be attracted to a divorced man with a child, can you?
