“You’re right. The most important thing for a man is to treat his wife well, but he also needs to be rich. He can’t live a life of hardship.” My cousin added that she looked down on good-for-nothings.
A man who can't even support his family doesn't deserve to get married or have children. Why should other women suffer with him, and why should their innocent children be born at a disadvantage compared to other children?
My cousin earnestly advised me, "If you plan to find a partner in the future, put everything else aside, you must consider their conditions. Even if you are rich, you can't support a man. You definitely can't marry a man who is old and poor. It's better to live alone."
Ye Qingqing nodded vigorously, "Yes, we must find someone with moderate qualifications."
Quanzi's ideal partner is definitely someone in their fifties or sixties. If a man is over fifty and still hasn't accomplished anything, no matter how good his reasons are, she won't marry him. If he's younger, she can see if he has potential. But if he's old and still poor, you can basically see the end of his life.
"I know, no, and maybe I'm used to living alone and won't look for someone else," Quanzi said with a smile, a hint of melancholy in her eyes.
Although she appeared calm on the surface, the pain in her heart remained. Her ex-husband had dealt her a heavy blow, and she was only putting on a brave face because she didn't want her son and friends to worry.
Ye Qingqing noticed her dejection and her heart stirred. It seemed that Quanzi was not as relaxed as she appeared. The divorce must have been a big blow to her. She just wondered why Quanzi would get divorced. It had only been a month. It was too fast.
My cousin gently patted Quanzi's hand. "You'll get better. Time is the best healer. I understand how you feel. My deceased husband had an affair. When I found out, I confronted him, and we never slept in the same bed again until he died a few years ago. Before he died, he said he was relieved, but I cried all night. Sigh!"
Actually, she didn't know why she was crying. Maybe she still had feelings for her husband, or maybe she pitied herself for what she had been through. She was betrayed in middle age, and her husband didn't even say "I'm sorry" when he died. She felt her life was not worth living!
Quanzi paused for a moment, her eyes reddening slightly. She quickly lowered her head, not wanting anyone to see her losing control of her emotions.
Her cousin's words touched her heart. Since the divorce, she has maintained a perfect demeanor, always with a smile on her face, looking calm and composed, without shedding a single tear.
But now... she wanted to cry.
But it would be very impolite to do that in someone else's home.
"If you want to cry, then cry. Otherwise you'll feel terrible holding it in. I cried a lot back then and felt much better afterwards."
Understanding Quanzi's concerns, her cousin pulled her into another room, separating her from Master Nie and the others. Ye Qingqing naturally followed to act as the translator.
“They can’t see here, so you can speak up about any grievances you have. Otherwise, if you keep them bottled up, you’ll ruin your health.”
Her cousin's gentle words touched Quanzi even more, and her eyes grew redder and redder. She couldn't stop her sadness and tears streamed down her face. Ye Qingqing quickly went outside to get tissues and handed them all to her.
After crying for a while, Quanzi slowly stopped crying, smiled apologetically, but she did feel much better and had the desire to confide in someone.
"I just can't understand it. That woman is inferior to me in every way. She didn't even go to college, her appearance is average, her figure is average, and she has a child. She's not much younger than me. How could he fall in love with a woman like that? I would feel better if he found a young and beautiful lover."
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