What's Wrong with Being Unmarried at Thirty-five? I Have Money to Shut up the Whole Family
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I am thirty-five years old and unmarried, so I bought two large flats with full payment. My mother couldn't hold it back and posted the real estate certificate on WeChat. At the family gathering, the second aunt, who had just given birth to her grandson, made a strange comment. "What's the use of having more houses? A woman must have a home in the end." "No matter how capable she is, she is still an old woman. It will be pitiful to live alone in the future." "Look at my Qianqian, although she has no job, she is well married, and her husband is a civil servant." My relatives looked at me, their eyes full of sympathy for "they are rich but miserable." I shook the red wine glass in my hand and stood up gracefully. "Second aunt, my cousin-in-law's iron rice bowl seems to be a labor dispatch, and he didn't even pay social security, right?" "And sixth uncle, the interest on the online loan my cousin borrowed for the bride price has rolled to 300,000, right?" The smile on the second aunt's face suddenly became as stiff as if she had just received hyaluronic acid injections.
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