"Miss, you’re truly childish. Can sweet talk fill your stomach? Can you guarantee he’ll sweet-talk you for life? Besides, if a man offers no substantial benefits, what else can he offer but sweet talk? Will a few sugary words ease your worry about a twenty-year mortgage?"
"It’s better than outright monetary transactions, right?"
"Miss, you’re wrong here! Trading your pri years for material wealth and a carefree life isn’t inherently wrong. Love and marriage should be seen as valuable commodities, traded by mutual consent: I get what I want, and you give up what you don’t need. You can’t expect to offer my best if you provide no security or reward in return, can you? In this matter, if I’m not selfish, then you beco the selfish one. Many won sacrifice their youth serving husbands and in-laws, neglecting themselves until they’re old and their beauty has faded. Do you think their successful husbands will appreciate it? Absolutely not! They’ll just say, ’You’re not keeping pace with anymore!’"
"..."
"Miss, I think you’re just this kind of fool. You have to understand: if a man can’t offer you any substantial benefits and is even stingy with sweet talk, how could he possibly woo you? To use a popular phrase: If I pity you today, who will pity tomorrow?"
She was shocked. Can you really say that?
"A real estate tycoon in his sixties, Wang Shi, divorced and remarried a young and pretty starlet. All the n in their circle congratulated him. According to Gao Xiaosong, the era owes them this, as they missed out on love when they were supposed to experience it. But what about the older won who are left behind? Didn’t the era owe them anything? Who will compensate them? n can always chase beautiful won under the guise of love—which is essentially lust. However, won aren’t even ’allowed’ to use their youth to gain so financial security. Doing so is considered shaful. Miss, this is the secret of a patriarchal society and the most effective ideological tool n use to control won. I don’t tell this to just anyone."
"..."
She suddenly felt very confused and just stared at her phone in a daze.
"Miss, did you fall asleep?"
After a long pause, she finally replied, "Why do you care about ?"
"HAHAHA, Miss, don’t tell you’re grateful to ?"
"Exactly! I am indeed very grateful to you!"
These were her honest thoughts. Lately, Huang Xiaojue’s mother had been making things difficult for her, constantly bringing up the past. Although she felt humiliated and angry, she had been tolerating it. She believed she had made a mistake and subconsciously felt inferior.
But now, it suddenly dawned on her: enduring other people’s contempt is definitely not a long-term solution.
No one is perfect. If Huang Xiaojue can’t accept this about , can we truly make it through life together?
She suddenly started laughing. "HAHA, should I give you a scarf?"
Seeing her grinning widely, Wan Donglin also started laughing. "No! Miss, I don’t want it!"
This guy! Wasn’t he the one pestering for that scarf? Now that I’m offering it, he’s playing hard to get?
"Why?"
"Hey, I definitely don’t want the sa gift as your tall, wealthy, and handso guy."
She responded breezily, "Alright then, I’ll give you a pair of cashre gloves."
"That’s more like it."
"Give your address. I’ll knit them and send them to you. But you’ll need to be patient because I don’t even know how to knit yet; I have to learn first. By the ti I’ve finished, it might be July or August. HAHA, you can wear them during your sumr vacation!"
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