Chapter 1 — Mistaking a Group of Close Friends for a General Boss

I sent the wrong message. That content was originally meant to talk about the object of my eyesight: "Looks like a tycoon cultivating to become a star, but thinks like a toad demanding to become king." But the recipient was the "Crown Prince" of the Beijing world - wearing a string of beads, with a heart like still water, who was also my direct boss, Ta Trinh. Three minutes later, the whole company spread the word that the famous cold flower was not close to that beautiful woman who laughed so much that she almost dropped her phone. As for me, I looked at the line "The other person is typing text" appearing in the chat box, and began to think about which feng shui land I should choose to bury myself in so that my descendants can be fragrant. Unexpectedly, he sent a voice message, his voice lazy and full of teasing:

“Keep cursing, I like to hear it.”

"We must have three children, we must have enough boys and girls. Also, after getting married I have to quit my job, your mother's health is weak, she doesn't like having outsiders in the house, I have to take care of her full time."

The man sitting opposite spoke, using his hand with only three strands of hair to try to cover his shiny bald head, confidently brushing it back. Under the effect of hair gel, those strands of hair arrogantly stood up into a greasy curve. My hand clenched the glass so tightly that my knuckles turned white, and even my patience was almost about to explode along with the glass.

“Mr. Chu.” I took a deep breath, trying to maintain the last bit of dignity as a human being, “with a salary of four and a half thousand a month, you raise three children and a full-time wife, are you going to live on photosynthesis?”

Chu Wei clearly didn't expect me to counterattack. The small eyes, cloudy from staying up late, widened as much as possible, revealing a set of yellow teeth with chives still attached.

"Miss Giang, don't look down on poor young people! I have a car, a house, and I'm also a payroll employee. In the marriage market, I'm the best product! There are so many girls lining up to marry me. I saw your beautiful photo, so I gave you a chance!"

The more he spoke, the more agitated he became, even raising his hand to pat the back of my hand:

"Women nowadays are so practical, once you're twenty-five years old, you're no longer valuable..."

Before that greasy hand touched me, I jumped up:

“Excuse me, I need to go to the bathroom.”

Running into the bathroom, I felt like my whole breakfast was turning upside down in my stomach. If I don't let it out, I'm afraid I will explode on the spot and die of a heart attack on such a beautiful weekend. I pulled out my phone, opened WeChat, the avatar pinned at the top was flashing. Without looking closely, my fingers were typing on the nine-key keyboard like they were flying, at such a furious speed that even the percussion machine couldn't keep up.

“Help! I just met an individual who fell through the net of Human Origin!”

"That guy is so ugly, God probably hasn't even drawn a sketch yet when he created him! He looks like a tycoon cultivating to become a star, but his brain thinks like a frog trying to become king."

"And you still want me to give birth to three children? If his family's genes were passed down, it would be like provoking Darwin, proving that humanity is degenerating?"

"His tone just now made me think that his family had a throne to succeed him. Who would have thought that his monthly salary was four and a half thousand, his car was an electric car, and his house was land in the countryside."

“Sisters, I can't stand it anymore, I want to spend the rest of my life on this toilet, just don't make me turn around and face that bag of rags trying to distort my brain.”

Finally, I chose send added a panda delinquent sticker with the words: “The rule of law saved your life.” Looking at the series of green text messages running across the screen, the choking feeling in my heart finally eased by half. So happy. I turned on the faucet and splashed a handful of cold water on my face. The woman in the mirror's face was still pale, but her eyes had restored the calmness of a dead pig not afraid of boiling water. At best, it's just going back to flipping tables. In these days, who isn't a potential crazy woman?