When I first started dating Xie Mingchen, he had absolutely nothing to his name.
My friends all told me not to be a fool. They said that with my looks and background, I could find any wealthy man I wanted; there was no need to suffer alongside him.
Now that he’s become the high-flying President Xie, a darling of the venture capital world, those same people say I only won out because I made my move early.
They claim that with his current status, surrounded by women of every shape and beauty, I wouldn’t even stand a chance otherwise.
Even my mother has switched sides. She keeps telling me to lower my guard and learn how to act vulnerable. She warns me not to spend all these years with him only to end up with nothing.
I couldn’t help but snap back, “If he doesn’t bring up marriage, am I supposed to beg him for it?”
“That stubborn streak of yours is going to be your downfall!” My mother sighed, frustrated by my lack of initiative. “What else are you going to do if you don’t play along? Are you really going to let someone else enjoy the shade of the tree you planted yourself?”
I didn’t want to argue; I just felt wronged.
Why was it that in this long-drawn-out relationship, I was the one who did the hoping and the one who felt the disappointment? And now, I was still the one expected to drop hints and nudge him into finally taking action.
