"34 years old, 1.6 meters tall, 110 catties, adult education bachelor's degree, English level 8, speaks basic Korean, owns two two-bedroom apartments in Ningcheng (paid in full), and one large three-bedroom apartment (with a housing provident fund loan), annual income of approximately 300,000 yuan, general manager of a supermarket. Looking for a man over 172 cm tall, healthy with no bad habits, aged 30-38, with a college degree or above, income over 100,000 yuan, and willing to give a dowry of 38,000 yuan. Owning a house or car is not important."
He's mother threatened suicide, forcing He Wenlin to bring the printed documents to the matchmaking corner.
Upon arriving here, He Wenlin held the documents in front of her chest, preparing to take a picture and send it to her elderly mother before leaving.
Unexpectedly, a man saw her message and said, "You're a 34-year-old woman. You might even go through menopause in a few years. Why are you still so demanding?"
A man who can earn nearly 10,000 a month, who would want an old woman like you?
Earning over 100,000 yuan a year is already quite a lot of money. With that kind of money, we men can't afford to date girls who are only 18 or 20.
"An old woman with such high standards. What makes you think you can compare to a twenty-year-old? Don't you even take a good look at yourself? And you want a dowry? Are you even worth that much? Sure enough, you old women are all demanding; not one of you is normal, you don't even know your own limitations."
Then he went on and on, all of it criticizing He Wenlin.
Can He Wenlin tolerate this?
Of course we can't tolerate it!
"I'm an old woman at thirty-four, so what are you at thirty-six? An old man? Or a decrepit old man? Can you tell which is older, thirty-four or thirty-six? Have you ever been to school? Can you count? You're a man with a lower body."
"A man at forty is still a flower, while a woman at thirty is like tofu dregs. How can men and women be the same? You old woman are just too much trouble, no wonder you can't get married."
"You really know how to flatter yourself. 'A flower,' indeed. How come a flower can't find a wife at thirty-six?" He Wenlin stared at the information in his hand and sneered. "Age 36, self-built house in the countryside, salary 7,000, college degree, looking for a woman under 30 with an income of over 150,000, parents with pensions, over 1.65 meters tall, fair skin, big eyes, and an only child who doesn't ask for a dowry."
Even the turtles at the wishing well wouldn't dare make a wish like that. What would a single daughter earning over ten thousand a month want from you? Is it your age, your dark complexion, your poverty, your height of 1.7 meters? Does it mean you can slash sales on Pinduoduo? Some people are clearly very ordinary, so why are they so confident?
He Wenlin's words struck a nerve. The man glared at her and charged at her. He Wenlin, who had studied free fighting for a few years, knocked him to the ground!
"You bastard, don't let me see you again!" After saying that, he kicked her twice hard.
Having vented her anger by beating someone up, He Wenlin then left.
No sooner had I left than my mother called: "How did it go?"
"I haven't met the right one."
Mother He suddenly became anxious: "With so many people at the matchmaking corner, how could there not be anyone suitable? Don't you even look at your own age? Do you still have someone to choose from? Who doesn't settle down and make do when they get married?"
"You've been on so many blind dates, who wouldn't mind your age? What's the use of making a lot of money and owning a lot of property?"
"Handsome, tall, rich, and devoted—that's fiction! You're over thirty; stop living in a fantasy world."
"Without a home, without a spouse or children, who will take care of you when you get old and can no longer move?"
"What if I die and no one takes care of my funeral arrangements?"
Faced with her mother's barrage of criticism, He Wenlin couldn't help but retort: "As long as I die quickly, no one can take care of me! Once I'm dead, what's the point of worrying about my funeral arrangements? You can feed my body to the dogs, fill the sea with my ashes, or use my ashes to plaster the walls—it doesn't matter. I'll be dead and no one will know."
He Wenlin swirled her wine glass, took a sip, and then blacked out.
They got their comeuppance.
She was absolutely right.
She didn't even know how she died.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back in the summer of 2000.
He Wenlin looked around at everything in front of her. It was a little familiar, like... her mother's dormitory at the factory.
He Wenlin is fourteen years old this year and will be in the third year of junior high school next semester. She is considered a left-behind child.
Summer vacation has just started, and she and her fellow villagers, He Qian and He Shan, have come to Shaoxing to spend the summer vacation with other villagers. He Shan and her parents do not live in this district.
He Wenlin and He Qian lived in the dormitory of her mother's Bosi Garment Factory.
The couple who own the garment factory, Mr. and Mrs. Li, treat their employees very well. They provide couple rooms and allow their children to stay in the dormitory, provided there are available beds in the dormitory. Water and electricity are free, but the children have to pay for their own meals.
He Wenlin lived in a dormitory with several teenagers from her hometown.
Her younger brother, He Wenjun, lived in a single room with their parents. The room had two beds, separated by a curtain.
The dormitory was outside the factory, and the environment was terrible. It was a row of low mud-brick houses with more than a dozen rooms. The toilets were public toilets, and you couldn't imagine how dirty they were.
There was no proper place to take a bath; the environment was even worse than in her rural hometown.
Most of the people living in the dormitories here are from Hunan Province, with a few from Jiangxi Province.
At this time, her fellow villagers had already gone to work, leaving only her and He Qian in the room.
He Wenlin looked at the surroundings and was somewhat speechless.
After working hard for more than ten years, I have a house, a car, and a career, but in the end, I am back to square one.
I'm applying...
He Wenlin really didn't want to live in this kind of dirty and messy house without a toilet or bathroom.
She didn't go to high school or go to university in her past life, which is her regret. Now that she has a second chance in this life, she is determined to make up for it!
She didn't go to high school in her past life because her father was obsessed with becoming a boss and getting rich. People took advantage of this and cheated him, leaving him with tens of thousands of yuan in debt.
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