CHAPTER 169: CHAPTER 169: BREAKUP 2_1

She picked up her phone. There was a new message titled, "Dearest Miss, Happy 27th Birthday."

The title itself was fine, but the content left her dumbstruck.

"Dear stranger, first of all, congratulations on your birthday. Birthdays really are a double-edged sword; tonight, you officially join the ranks of ’old-maids’. I wanted to give you a gift, but I didn’t know what would be suitable, so I’m sending you a piece of wisdom that every ’old-maid’ must remember:

"You must remember this: men generally won’t pursue women over 27, even if she owns a house and a car, and is attractive.

"Women over 27 are leftovers—discarded and unwanted. If a man marries such a woman, he’s basically settling the bills for all her ex-boyfriends.

"After 27, women mostly lose their figures, wrinkles start to appear, and one year into the marriage, they morph into a mom.

"Industry statistics show that the older an unmarried woman is, the higher the divorce rate. They’ll compare their current partners with ex-boyfriends, and even ex-ex-boyfriends. They might even be with you while secretly thinking you’re far inferior to a previous partner.

"Since they haven’t settled down by 27, they generally develop habits of laziness. Being lazy and greedy are their defining characteristics.

"More importantly, after 27, their fertility declines, uterine problems increase, and they’re more likely to become like barren hens.

"With so many younger, better, prettier girls around, why would anyone want an ’old-maid’ over 27?

"...

"Dearest Miss, this is my birthday gift to you. Read it silently three times, and when you meet a halfway decent man, stop being so choosy. Just marry him. You should know, young women are like new clothes. Customers try on many but buy few. After being tried on again and again, the clothes become old and torn. Even at a discount, nobody wants them. How tragic is that?

"You’re 27 now; you’d probably struggle to fetch a good price even with a 50% discount.

"Alright, that’s all I have to say. Happy birthday."

...

Yan Xixi was fuming. She couldn’t believe such a vile and nasty-mouthed man existed in this world! She vowed that if she ever caught this guy, she’d beat him black and blue.

She tossed her phone aside, determined to ignore him completely.

But not long after, another message arrived, "Miss, are you really angry?"

She couldn’t bear it any longer. "I don’t get angry at mad dogs. Rest assured, sir, I already have a boyfriend with whom I’m discussing marriage, and he treats me wonderfully."

A surprised-looking emoji accompanied the reply, "A loser girl found a loser guy? A match made in loser heaven, huh? Makes sense, only another loser would want clearance sale clothes..."

"Sorry to disappoint you, but my boyfriend is a genuine Mr. Tall, Rich, and Handsome."

"Keep dreaming. If you dare, send me a picture of your ’Mr. Tall, Rich, and Handsome.’ How else can I believe you?"

"Hmph, who do you think you are? Why should I prove anything to you? Is your belief that important?"

"Miss, I’m kindly trying to help you vet him. How can you be so unappreciative?"

"Who are you to me? Are you my parent? What right do you have to vet things for me?"

"Oh? Getting defensive and flustered, are we? I wouldn’t laugh at you even if you can’t produce a photo of your Mr. Tall, Rich, and Handsome. Why get so worked up with me?"

Yan Xixi completely ignored him, put her phone down, and went to take a shower, preparing for bed.

After washing up and lying down, another message came. She had initially planned to ignore it but, unable to resist her curiosity, she clicked it open. It read, "I’m sick... I feel really unwell..."

"What illness?"

"Leukemia..."