Diligent Through the Four Seasons

There’s a question online: “Who do the beautiful girls around you end up marrying?” One highly upvoted answer went like this:

The poster lives in a reasonably prosperous coastal city. There was an incredibly beautiful older girl living in our neighborhood, the kind of beauty that wins the genetic lottery.

Even though she was so beautiful, her family guided her well. They never sent her to any of those random extracurricular classes. Hers was a very practical, two-income household, and she was an excellent student from childhood. She got into a very good university without a hitch. She and her boyfriend were in a long-distance relationship throughout college, and he even took the postgraduate entrance exam to get into a program back in her city for her.

Just when we thought they were finally going to get their happy ending (after all, they were both my seniors, and lots of people at our school shipped them), she broke up with him and got together with a super-rich local heir. Apparently, he was the kind of person who could make the whole city tremble just by stamping his foot.

Some of the aunties in the neighborhood said the heir had been the other man and forced her to break up with her boyfriend. Others said she was using her looks to play both sides and choose the better option. But you can only take what those aunties say with a grain of salt.

I was lucky enough to meet him once. He was incredibly handsome, and he treated my neighbor so well. He was also very polite to the neighbors, nothing like the spoiled rich second-generation kids people talk about. You could tell he’d been raised well. A while ago, my mom told me they’d had another daughter, and the couple were raising her together. They’re living a very happy life.