Chapter 130: Trying to Move Heaven and Earth with Pure Love

Chapter 130: Chapter 130: Trying to Move Heaven and Earth with Pure Love

"Have you ever considered that you were just a short-term option for him?"

"What’s a short-term option?" Fang Qianqian asked, confused.

"Oh, no. You don’t browse Xiaohongshu?"

"I do look at Xiaohongshu, but I mainly use it for fashion tips."

"Same here." Zhang Zhe nodded. "A short-term relationship is when people use the pretense of dating to hook up. Everything’s great while you’re ’in love,’ but they have no intention of marrying you."

"..."

"If you put it that way, it does sound like I was just a short-term thing." Fang Qianqian looked even more pained than before, as if she might start crying at any moment. "But I feel like he likes me. We’re not just in a physical relationship."

"That’s because you don’t ask for anything."

"It’s that simple. If it were me, I’d love to date a girl like you too."

Zhang Zhe could tell this girl had her head in the clouds about love, with a bit of a soap opera mentality. ’Well, I have to make sure she gets her ninety-nine yuan’s worth.’

"Normally, these kinds of short-term relationships last about half a year, max. But since you don’t ask for anything, as long as his family isn’t pressuring him to get married, he could keep dating you forever."

"So..." Zhang Zhe’s words gave the girl a glimmer of hope. "Is it possible that over time, he might change his mind?"

"How much time?" Zhang Zhe laughed outright. "See? You’re already starting to lie to yourself."

"Five years? Ten? Do you really think someone from his family background would marry a thirty-five or forty-year-old woman from a rural family with a younger brother?"

"What are you even thinking?"

"Let’s just say, by some miracle, he gets swept up in the moment and decides to marry you. Do you think his family wouldn’t arrange everything to protect him, to keep your rural family from sucking him dry?"

These days, as the financial risks of marriage increase, more and more lawyers specialize in prenuptial agreements.

Any family with a bit of sense wouldn’t refuse to spend a little money to guard against a gold-digger.

Girls like Fang Qianqian, who are attractive but have a very poor family background, are exactly the type of people they guard against the most.

After Zhang Zhe said this, Fang Qianqian couldn’t hold it together anymore.

Tears streamed down her face like pearls from a broken string.

The older woman next to her quickly hugged the girl, patting her back and comforting her in a low voice. "Go on and cry. It’s normal for us country folk to get cheated when we come to the city. You just have to live and learn."

Zhang Zhe watched this scene in silence. There was nothing more he could do; he’d already done his best by giving her a reality check.

Before this, the girl had been fantasizing that the man truly loved her, that she could turn everything around with the power of pure love.

But from a man’s perspective, the situation was painfully clear.

If a guy wanted to marry a girl he’d been dating for two years, and he had the means, how could the most expensive gift he’d ever given her be a necklace worth just over a thousand yuan?

Some guys will give a gold chain worth five thousand to a girl they just met on a blind date.

If the man were in a position to help the woman’s career, even if he didn’t go all out for her, he would at least try to help her find a better job.

Because when the man’s circumstances are clearly superior to the woman’s, the more successful the woman is, the less resistance there will be from his family.

But Fang Qianqian’s boyfriend had done nothing.

’Isn’t his intention obvious...?’

Fang Qianqian cried for a long while, soaking her aunt’s shoulder with tears before her sobs finally subsided.

"Teacher Matchmaker, I consulted someone at the Zhuyin Marriage Agency before. The matchmaker there recommended I try to get pregnant first. Is that a good idea?"

"Was that matchmaker’s surname Jiang?"

"Yes. Do you two know each other?"

"I’ve heard of her. She recommends using a pregnancy to secure a marriage to every girl who wants to marry up. You can decide for yourself whether that’s a good method."

"Ah..." Fang Qianqian’s tears started flowing again.

But she must have cried herself out, because she stopped much more quickly this time.

A minute later, she had completely composed herself.

Just then, the aunt beside her suddenly spoke up and asked Zhang Zhe:

"Matchmaker, is there a way to teach that kid a lesson? What if I go and whack him over the head? Do you think he could trace it back to me?"

"That’s not my area of expertise. You can consult Lawyer Guo on Douyin for that."

"Oh, okay."

"Then is it possible to get some compensation from him?"

"Money?" Zhang Zhe looked at Fang Qianqian. "If you want it, he’ll probably give you some after you make things clear."

"I know, but..."

"Sigh..." Fang Qianqian let out a long sigh. She was completely numb.

"That’s something you’ll have to decide for yourself."

"I won’t be creating a profile for a potential partner for you, because I don’t think you’re in the right state of mind for matchmaking right now," Zhang Zhe said, taking a responsible attitude toward his client.

’The girl’s personal qualities are decent, especially her looks and figure. Plenty of men in the singles club’s group chat would probably be interested in her.’

’If I posted her information, someone would definitely want to meet up.’

But Zhang Zhe couldn’t do that to those guys.

This girl’s experience was like something out of a novel: "You shouldn’t meet someone too dazzling when you’re young," or "Ruined for life after one glimpse of Yang Guo."

If she couldn’t change her mindset, she might never get married.

"No, I want to be set up," Fang Qianqian said, shaking her head and rejecting Zhang Zhe’s suggestion. "I’m going to get myself married off. I want to make him regret this."

"Like hell he’ll regret it."

"No, he will. If I suddenly get married, he’ll definitely be upset."

"He’ll be upset, and then he’ll find another girl to ’heal’ with." Zhang Zhe mercilessly shattered her fantasy. "You’ve watched too many over-the-top romantic dramas. The reality is, you’ll become the villain in his story. He’ll use this experience to pick up even more girls."

"Ma’am, please take her home," Zhang Zhe said, appealing to the aunt. "When her thinking is back to normal, you can bring her back to see me."

"As long as she makes a clean break with that guy and her reputation isn’t ruined, it’s still possible for her to find a normal man and get married."

"Mhm." The aunt nodded with a serious expression.

Even though all her blubbering and whining at the beginning had been rather annoying, at a critical moment, this kind of person was reliable and dependable. She went right ahead and physically pulled her niece to her feet.

Watching the two of them walk out of the marriage agency, Zhang Zhe sighed in exasperation.

’How is it that the people on Xiaohongshu seem more normal than this?’

Zhang Zhe shook his head. ’I must be going crazy.’

He was starting to understand Teacher Wang now.

The people you met offline really were stranger than the ones online.

After tidying up a bit, he decided to start his livestream early today.

...

[Teacher Zhang, you’re on so early today?]

[I saw the streamer’s marriage agency at noon, but I’m already married, so I didn’t go cause trouble.]

[How come there are so few viewers?]

[Why did the streamer’s background change?]

Zhang Zhe was streaming from the marriage agency using the "Brother Zhang of Qing City, the Matchmaker" account. He had used Granny Xu’s old account to post a notice beforehand, hoping his old viewers would come show their support.

It seemed to be working so far. The viewer count was a little low, but it was probably just not peak streaming time yet.

Zhang Zhe wasn’t in a hurry, though.

He edited videos while he waited. If someone came on the mic, he’d chat. If not, he’d just play on his phone.

After about ten minutes, he finally got his first caller.

A woman, born in ’95, 163 cm, 55 kg, a graduate from a decent university, and recently unemployed...