Wang Jing's story deeply affected Jiang Xin, making her realize many small things she had previously overlooked.
Wang Jing's suicide caused a stir in the company, with many employees donating money to buy her a burial plot.
That day, Jiang Xin noticed that her colleague sitting next to her looked very unwell, so she asked her what was wrong.
To her surprise, her colleague seized the opportunity and began to pour out her grievances: "My mom keeps urging me to find a boyfriend. Do I not want to? What kind of guy can someone from out of town like me find?"
Locals look down on me, and people from other places, like me, can't afford a house. But when I tell her this, she won't listen at all.
Jiang Xin didn't know how to comfort her, after all, she had never experienced being pressured to get married.
As if she desperately needed an outlet, my colleague continued, "Every year when I go back home for Chinese New Year, my mom tells me that my cousin found a rich man and that my younger cousin's boyfriend is also quite nice."
I don't understand, should my value be reflected in my boyfriend? Why don't they mention women's social status, but instead emphasize men's social status?
I've studied so hard for so many years, fought my way to where I am today, all because I don't have a boyfriend. In my mom's eyes, I'm not even as good as my cousin who graduated from junior college.
If that's the case, why should I go through all this trouble? I should have just married someone else in the first place.
My mother is a woman too, how could she not understand the suffering of women?
Jiang Xin cleared her throat and said in a low voice, "You should have a good talk with your mother and tell her your thoughts."
My colleague, somewhat exasperated, tugged at her hair: "It doesn't make sense. She thinks a woman's happiness must be achieved through marriage. Even if I earn 100,000 yuan a month, she still thinks I'm a pitiful, unwanted woman if I don't get married."
Jiang Xin choked up. How could someone earning 100,000 yuan a month not be happy? She couldn't understand her colleague's mother's thought process.
“I’m clearly independent and carefree, but my mom thinks I’m just an unwanted older single woman.”
My colleague slumped helplessly onto his desk, like a deflated balloon.
Seeing that she was somewhat withdrawn, Jiang Xin stopped talking and started working on her tasks.
Yanling's uncle's house was in complete chaos, and his aunt had been suffering from back pain for several days.
For the past few days, no one has cooked for them, no one has done their laundry, and no one has cleaned their house.
"Yanling, wash your own clothes. Also, can you learn to share some housework? Your aunt can't get up, and Hanhan still has to study. You can help mop the floor, wash the dishes, and so on."
Jiang Wei finally couldn't help but speak up. These past few days, his wife had been sick, and the house was practically a garbage dump. The floor was covered in footprints and trash, the kitchen was filthy, and there was a mountain of dirty clothes in the bathroom.
I'm already exhausted from a long day at work, and now I have to come home and take care of my nephew? What kind of behavior is that!
My aunt was lying in the bedroom pretending to be sick. When she heard her husband's words, she raised her eyebrows. "She can't even stand it after just a few days? I've been a maid in this house for decades!"
After Yanling came of age, his aunt mentioned that he should wash his own clothes, but his uncle nonchalantly replied, "Isn't that something you can easily do?"
And so, Auntie washed Yanling's clothes for 10 years.
Jiang Wei always gets to play the good guy, and he's the one who gets exhausted. From now on, she's not going to be their slave anymore.
Yanling stiffened upon hearing his uncle's words, feeling that his uncle was subtly telling him to leave.
He never considered that his uncle and aunt had no obligation to take care of him.
He doesn't do any housework at home; when he comes home, there's a hot meal waiting for him, and he just throws his dirty clothes in the bathroom.
He treated this house like a hotel and his aunt like a nanny. Now that the nanny is sick and he has to do the work himself for a few days, he feels that his uncle's house can no longer accommodate him.
Yanling returned to her room with a frown, threw her dirty clothes on the floor, and lay down on the bed.
The room he's currently living in originally belonged to Jiang Han, but his uncle, taking care of him, took it upon himself to give him Jiang Han's room.
Yanling took out his phone to check the money in his bank account. He barely had enough for a down payment on a house in the Fifth Ring Road area, but the loan...
Women these days are very shrewd; no one would be foolish enough to help him pay off a loan.
At that moment, he thought of Jiang Xin. He was sure that Jiang Xin wouldn't ask whose name was on the property certificate, nor would she fuss over such trivial matters.
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