"How can you say that? You'll be the mother of my child in the future. Besides, I don't mind that you're out in the public eye every day..."
The man's tone carried three parts disdain, three parts contempt, three parts belittling, and one part an air of superiority.
As an observer, Lin Da felt nauseous listening to the story, which gives you an idea of how strong the woman sitting opposite the man must be mentally.
How old are you this year? How much is your annual income?
An Wenjing gave a forced smile.
How dare you! Are you a billionaire or do you own a mine? How dare you say such a shameless thing?
But the man clearly couldn't understand the underlying meaning in An Wenjing's words.
He felt that An Wenjing had agreed to all the conditions he had proposed and wanted to learn more, which is why he continued to ask questions.
The man couldn't help but puff out his chest, raise his chin high, and shove his nostrils directly at the person.
Seeing the few nose hairs peeking out of the man's bulbous nostrils, his shiny bald head, and his beer belly that became even more conspicuous when he puffed out his chest, An Wenjing felt like she was going to throw up her dinner from the night before.
The man, however, was beaming with pride: "I'm only 30 this year. They say a man is in his prime at 30, so if you marry me, your good fortune is yet to come! As for my annual income, the company's performance this year was so-so; I barely made around 500,000..."
That's what she said, but that smug feeling went straight to An Wenjing's head.
nausea!
That's disgusting!!
An Wenjing simply didn't have the patience to continue playing along with the man's act.
Men's conversations have shifted from showing off their financial status to how to arrange wedding banquets.
In his opinion, it was only because the An family's ancestral graves were emitting auspicious smoke that he could be attracted to such a boorish and tomboyish woman as An Wenjing.
"We don't need to have a big wedding. Our two families can just have a meal together. We're practical people who don't care about those fancy things. Weddings and banquets are just a waste of money."
Also, you're a woman, and this kind of job, always in the public eye, it doesn't look good if word gets out. You should quit your job tomorrow. After we get married, I'll try my best to get you pregnant as soon as possible. Women should stay at home and take care of the children..."
"Are you 30 years old this year?" An Wenjing asked back.
The man was somewhat displeased: "I was just saying that! Why did you interrupt me? It seems you have some issues with your upbringing? What's wrong? I don't look like I'm 30. But you're not wrong to ask that question. When I go out, many young women ask me if I'm only in my early twenties!"
An Wenjing, an elderly woman on the subway, scanned the man from head to toe with the expression of someone looking at their phone, finally fixing her gaze on the man's bald head: "You look like you're in your early fifties to me."
"You—" The man was furious, pointing his finger at An Wenjing, his fat face shaking with anger.
"Don't be angry, don't be angry. Getting angry will make you age faster, and then even fewer people will want you. What decent young lady would want a grandfather in his early sixties?"
"You filthy old hag, what nonsense are you spouting?"
The man could no longer maintain his smugness and pretense; his face darkened, and he stared at An Wenjing with a sinister gaze, like a venomous snake.
An Wenjing remained unmoved: "Besides, with your annual income of around 500,000 yuan, I'm sorry, but that's really not worth my time!"
"An Wenjing, if you weren't somewhat attractive, would I even look at you?"
The man stopped pretending; his true colors were revealed.
"Oh, thank you for not liking me. Well then, let's call it a day and part ways amicably. Let's each go home and find our own mothers!"
"What are you so smug about, you old hag? Only that poor bastard next door is good enough for someone like you!"
The man stared with his beady eyes, his gaze venomous.
Linda, the penniless wretch who was inexplicably targeted by the police?
? ? ?
What did he do to deserve this?
Even a penniless wretch is a hundred or a thousand times better than a worthless person like you!
"Then why are you even going on blind dates? Just marry him! A stinky old hag and a poor bastard, a perfect match!"
A loud "bang" was followed by a man's series of howls.
"An Wenjing, you dare hit me? I'll fight you to the death!"
The man grimaced, covering half his face as he charged toward An Wenjing.
"Bang—crack—thud—crack—"
After a series of clanging and banging noises, the man, who weighed two hundred pounds, curled up in a ball, bent over in his chair, and cried bitterly.
"Waaaaah—Stop hitting me, An Wenjing, stop hitting me!"
"Serves you right for cursing me, for looking down on women—"
With each curse An Wenjing uttered, she would throw a large bag at the man's bald head.
"Waaaaah—Grandma, I was wrong, please stop hitting me, I was wrong, okay?!"
——
A chaotic scene ensued.
Linda glanced around at her surroundings, sighed deeply, and rubbed her furrowed brow.
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