The phone screen lit up again, and seventeen voice messages from my mother had accumulated. I leaned in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the studio, looking at the endless stream of car lights downstairs, tapping my fingertips lightly on the cold glass.
"Wanwan, the boy introduced by Aunt Wang is really good. He came back from studying abroad and works in an investment bank..."
"You are already twenty-seven. Mom is not urging you, she is just worried that you are alone..."
"This project is very important, and the other party values family stability." The boss's words in the afternoon were still echoing in my ears, "Lin Wan, I absolutely trust your design capabilities, but the other party is a traditional family business, and the person in charge has made it clear that he prefers to cooperate with designers who have a "stable life."
Life is stable. What a euphemistic way of saying it.
I rubbed my temples and turned to look at the design drawings spread out on the workbench. It was an art community project that I had been preparing for three months, and every detail was devoted to it. But now, it may be on hold due to my "unmarried" status.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the city.
