Leftover women marry wealthy families: different after marriage

Chapter 4
After walking out of the coffee shop, the cousin complained to An Ran: "What's wrong with you this time, why are you so impatient, just treat it as a fucking fart, anyway, the person you want to marry is Xiao Li and not his mother."

An Ran was already full of sulking, but when she heard her cousin still whispering such irrelevant words in her ear, she suddenly stopped in her tracks and turned her head to stare at her cousin with angry eyes.

The cousin staggered a bit and followed her to stop. Seeing An Ran's expression, she knew that she was really angry, so she immediately smiled and said, "Okay, okay, I won't say anything."

An Ran asked angrily: "Does it not matter as long as he is a man with fixed financial ability, as long as the other party is willing to marry me, no matter how old he is, what kind of person he is? What is the purpose of you asking me to marry? My happiness and having a warm family, or do you not worry about my divorce in the future, just afraid that I will not get married? What is my marriage in your heart, and what am I? To you, I am A burden is a burden, marrying me off means you have understood a mission?"

My cousin was aggrieved when An Ran angrily asked her, "Why don't we want you to be happy? It's because we miss your happiness so much that we are so anxious."

An Ran: "Then you also saw that person just now, is he someone you can marry?"

The cousin quibbled: "You are going to marry him and not his mother. Can his perverted mother live forever and never die? Men are trained by women. You can't deal with an old lady."

An Ran was angry and funny, "Forget it, aren't you going to pick up the child, I'll go back first."

The cousin muttered: "You still think you are great, do you know what you old girls are called now?"

An Ran laughed, disapproving, "Aren't they just leftover women?"

The cousin snorted coldly with a mocking expression: "Che, what you think is beautiful, the leftover woman is the definition of 27 to 30 years old, you are 32 to [-] years old, and now you are called 'Qi Tian Da Sheng' It's the cold dish left in the bowl!" The cousin emphasized loudly with a disdainful expression, and then left with a catwalk while twisting her plump buttocks.

"Five years old at 32 o'clock?" An Ran stood there dumbfounded after hearing what her cousin said.

The phone rang, An Ran answered the phone but was furious: "Hello."

"Where are you now, why does your voice sound so strange?" It was my friend Meili.

An Ran: "Ah, it's nothing, I'm on the street, what's the matter?"

Meili: "You're really sleepwalking, right? Didn't you agree to go on a blind date tonight? Don't tell me you forgot."

An Ran slapped her forehead, "Oh, I remembered. Isn't it night, there are still several hours before night, why are you in a hurry."

Meili almost roared on the other end of the phone: "Anran, you heartless, if I didn't call you now, would you have forgotten it?"

An Ran stuck out her tongue, "No, this is a matter of my life, how can I be so confused, don't worry, I will be there on time."

After hanging up the phone, An Ran was full of disappointment and melancholy and walked slowly on the noisy street on Sunday, thinking of her age that had been counted by decimals by her family and friends, and remembering what her cousin had just taunted her, she would have never An Ran, who took this to heart, also felt a little sad at this moment.

(End of this chapter)