The Billionaire's Hidden Affection-Chapter 223 Forced Marriage 1_1

"What? Miss, are you really afraid of ending up as a ’leftover woman’? Don’t worry. If truly no one wants you, I might consider helping you out."

"In your dreams!"

"By the way, let me tell you something fun..." She excitedly began to tell the story about the civil servant.

When he heard the part about going Dutch, he couldn’t help but send a reply that conveyed a string of eye-rolls: "Miss, did you really have to offend people so thoroughly?"

She retorted, not wanting to be outdone, "Do you think I like offending people? But if I hadn’t offended him, my friend would have continued to harbor illusions and keep dating that scum. I had to make her give up on the idea immediately..."

"Miss, if you keep being so harsh, someday someone will come after you with a knife!"

"It’s not like I haven’t been hunted down before."

His interest piqued, "Oh? Do tell."

"Back then, I was drinking with a man in a bar. I swear, I initially just asked him to order a bottle of domestic wine that cost four or five hundred yuan. But he, wanting to save face, ordered a bottle of foreign wine that cost 1,500 yuan. Plus, he drank at least 90% of it himself. With some fruit platters and snacks added in, the total bill came to 1,800 yuan. He then accused me of tricking him and chased me for seven whole streets! I was scared out of my wits... Since then, I’ve been particularly afraid of men. If they give a dime, they want to take back a dollar..."

Men are like loan sharks; you want their interest, they want your principal.

"Are you scared of all men? Even the tall, rich, and handsome ones?"

"He is an exception. He won’t harm me."

"Is he so flawless? Miss, I suspect that’s just your fantasy and fabrication. Perhaps one day, you’ll discover that his true nature is no different from that civil servant’s."

For some reason, she didn’t want to discuss Huang Xiaojue with him, nor did she wish to reveal too much information about Huang Xiaojue to anyone else.

However, the other person kept pressing, "Would you quit your job if you married him?"

"No."

"And you wouldn’t agree, even if he asked you to quit?"

"Absolutely not."

"What if he wouldn’t have you if you didn’t quit?"

"I think he won’t force me."

"Why not? Are you unwilling to give up your fifty thousand yuan monthly salary? Or is it that your love for him simply hasn’t reached the point where you’d disregard everything else?"

She retorted, "Why does loving someone have to mean sacrificing yourself until you’re utterly broken?"

"Didn’t you say you trust him completely and aren’t afraid to spend his money? Look! Miss, deep down, you’re still afraid. You don’t fully trust him—at least, not to the point of losing your head over him. At best, Miss, you’re simply settling."

She changed the subject. "Tell me, why is it that when a woman saves money for her man, is filial to his parents, supports his career wholeheartedly, and asks for nothing in return, he often finds her annoying instead?"

"Only unattractive women are so utterly submissive to men!"

"What makes you say that?"

"Men are visual creatures. If a woman is beautiful and he likes her, he’d be willing to work his ass off to earn money just for her to spend. For them, a woman’s vanity isn’t a drawback. They might even think her beauty entitles her to a good lifestyle. But if she’s an average-looking woman, even if she doesn’t spend a cent of his money, lives frugally, and endures hardships without complaint, he still takes it for granted. He thinks that’s all she deserves, and maybe if he didn’t marry her, no one else would!"

She was shocked and speechless for a long moment. How cruel. And yet, it was the truth.