Gao Yi never imagined that this was how her friends and family saw her.
Her mom's impression: A lady's body with a servant's fate, ambitions reaching the sky but a heart of absolute cowardice. She's 168 centimeters tall, with a model's figure and a face as pretty as a flower, yet at thirty, she's still an unmarried woman who can't find a husband.
Her older sister's impression: Can't stand hardship or hard work, lazy and unambitious, and not much of a thinker. She's utterly materialistic and looks down on the poor, dreaming of a comfortable middle-class lifestyle despite having no foundation for it.
Her younger sister's impression: She lives for poetry, wine, flowers, and leisure, spending her salary one yuan at a time. She's so broke she has to wait for a sale and haggle before buying a bra.
Gao Yi: That's absolutely not me.
Future boyfriend: I've already decided I'll support her for the rest of her life. They say the way to a man's heart is through his stomach, but Gao Yi has already shown me plenty of sincerity.
Boyfriend's buddy: Aren't you worried Gao Yi will spend money like water and leave you without even a pair of pants?
Future boyfriend: Get lost! Her good qualities are for me alone to know.
One-line summary: The story of a vain woman with no middle-class means but all the middle-class problems, fighting her way to a better life.
Reader's guide:
1. This is entirely fictional. There are no awful characters, just the warm, everyday ups and downs of family life.
2. The characters' morality and values can all be set as a Flag. If you're tired of Jinjiang readers seeing dog-blood plots that wreck logic and values, come give your eyes a rinse.
3. The author has no golden finger. If you like twists and turns and protagonists who become life's big winners, click the X. No hard feelings. If you like this story's style and tone, please add it to your favorites. A respectful salute, and thanks!
4. I'll add more if I think of anything.
Inexplicably, I think of my study status before the college entrance examination. I remember it so hard. Fortunately, I got into the school I like. Otherwise, I would have vomited three liters of blood.
Swaggering and deceiving is equal to Zhao Yaoyao. The small theater is so funny. I will wait until I laugh enough to follow the article. Cui Geng, this chapter is too short and not enough to read.
I wandered around Jinjiang and caught a novel that suited my taste. The author looked at me with a look of anticipation on his face. He said, "Don't be ridiculous, don't be ridiculous. Please write it well."