"Don't worry about it anymore! I've already got a girlfriend."
Zhou Can got a headache as soon as his mom mentioned going on a blind date.
None of the so-called socialites and rich heiresses she arranged were to his liking.
Many socialites begin learning the so-called aristocratic etiquette from birth. Each action, each frown or smile, seems like a preset character mask.
Despite feeling unhappy, they maintain a faint smile when talking to others.
Even when they are drooling over the food on the table, they must keep up the so-called ladylike image and act as if they're aloof from worldly flavors.
Every one of their movements, every sentence they speak, is like a meticulously edited mechanical frame.
Zhou Can would never agree to marry such a socialite.
They've lost their souls to robot-like false smiles, language, and gestures. Marrying such a woman is no different from buying an inflatable doll.
"Brat, are you trying to trick your mom again?"
