Chapter Sixty-Four

This little incident passed quickly.

Jiang You thought he wouldn't get along with Xu Yan, after all, their knowledge and perspectives were worlds apart.

When they started talking about the situation of women, the two unexpectedly hit it off.

Xu Yan said, "I have never agreed with the idea that women are born with the ability to love, that women are sweet and gentle, that women are naturally beautiful, or that women are loving."

This is all moral blackmail disguised in a sweet guise. It's no different from being a virtuous wife and loving mother, kind and sensible, obedient and forbearing. It's all about altruism, not self-interest.

Jiang You was enlightened. Yes, you can praise a person for being kind and sensible, but you can't generalize about women as a whole, otherwise it will become a constraint and shackle.

Luxury Residence, a private space with top-tier customization, is like a luxurious private palace.

Xu Yan savored the food with elegance, a faint coolness lingering between her brows and eyes. After swallowing the food, she slowly and deliberately spoke the next sentence.

Jiang You ate while looking at her with an admiring gaze.

Xue Yun was displeased and put down his chopsticks: "There are so many people who hate men online these days, it can't be as difficult as you say, can it?"

"Please get this straight: misogyny means that a man is clean-cut, handsome, respectful of women, doesn't smoke or drink, is polite, hardworking, and highly educated, but people still find him extremely repulsive. It's just that he is a man, that's what misogyny is."

"Just like a woman, no matter how outstanding or beautiful she is, men always belittle and slander her, look down on her, simply because she is a woman. That is called misogyny. In reality, there are not many women who are misogynistic, but there are many men and women who are misogynistic. This doesn't need much explanation, right? Just two words, female infanticide and male preference, can prove my point above."

Jiang You's eyes were practically sparkling; he was practically glued to Xu Yan, already a little fangirl.

Xue Yun opened his mouth slightly, speechless.

Xu Yan glanced at him sideways: "Also, I don't like you, so don't waste my time by spouting a bunch of nonsense to me."

The moment those words were spoken, the atmosphere at the dinner table froze, becoming awkward.

Lu Shi'an touched his cheek with the tip of his tongue, stood up, and said with a grin, "Come on, let me take a picture of you guys and send it to Brother Xia."

The Great Hall of the People, Central Section 2, a large auditorium with a capacity of 10,000.

At the center of the dome, a huge red five-pointed star shines brightly, surrounded by 70 gilded rays and 40 gilded sunflower petals.

The hall has three tiers of seating, with the first, second, and third tiers of platforms spiraling upwards in sequence, totaling nearly 10,000 seats arranged in a fan shape, ensuring that every seat has an unobstructed view of the stage.

At this moment, the political, diplomatic, and cultural activities were drawing to a close, and the reporters' lights were flashing incessantly at the podium.

Xia Yan sat in the corner dressed in a suit, her coat open, revealing a snow-white shirt and a metal buckle with a cold gleam on her narrow waist.

Feeling the vibration in his arms, he casually took out his phone. His calm eyes saw the picture sent by Lu Shi'an, and the corners of his mouth curled up, adding a touch of bewitching charm.

"So happy?" Xia Bei walked over and sat down next to him. His face was exceptionally handsome and refined, and he exuded an air of nobility.

“Look, this is my girlfriend,” Xia Yan tilted her phone, showing her brother Jiang You’s photo for the first time, something she had never done before.

Xia Bei has droopy eyes with long, curled eyelashes, and her eyes, which curve outwards from the inside, look particularly delicate.

He immediately noticed a girl who stood out from the other handsome men and beautiful women in the photo. She wore a cheap T-shirt, smiled unnaturally at the camera, and exuded a rustic and unsophisticated charm.

"Brother, brother, what are you spacing out for? Say something!"

The questioning voice made the man look up. His high-bridged nose was framed by gold-rimmed glasses, which added to his unapproachable aloofness.

With slender, long index and middle fingers, she gently supported the bridge of her glasses. Her lighter eyes looked at Xia Yan through the lenses and asked calmly, "What did you say?"

The screeching sound of chairs scraping against the floor signaled the end of the exchange. Some people stood up and left, some leisurely packed up their materials, and others chatted with each other.

How do you feel about your younger brother and sister-in-law?

“For people of our social class, we don’t even qualify as ordinary.”