Jiang Yangran had originally been very insecure, and she truly believed those negative things about herself. But when she heard Ruan Yaoyao’s inner voice, that feeling of being “acknowledged” and “praised” was simply too wonderful.
She couldn’t help but think: So in this young lady’s eyes, I’m this beautiful?
How can she be so nice?
Jiang Yangran then brought up her past again. She said that in middle school she had been “naïve in judging people” and had met a delinquent, losing her virginity to him.
Later, when she went to university, she dated several boyfriends. All of them despised her for “not being a virgin,” saying she was not self-respecting and not a good woman, and so on.
【Who cares?】
【They themselves aren’t virgins either—what right do they have to criticize others? Are they from the feudal era or something?】
【What kind of people has she even been meeting?】
【If he were my husband, I’d have already disabled those third legs.】
【I’ve dated so many boyfriends too, and none of them ever minded it…】
Jiang Yangran was shocked. The young lady had actually dated many boyfriends?!
You really couldn’t tell—she seemed to have quite a rich experience.
Her boyfriends… really didn’t mind?
“Why would they mind? They’re not necessarily pure themselves either,” Ruan Yaoyao said matter-of-factly. “That thing is just something useless men use to assert dominance and degrade women. If you believe it, you’re just stupid.”
【Your luck is really bad, meeting only this kind of trash!】
【Sigh… if only you had met me earlier, you wouldn’t have run into so many scumbags!】
【I’d definitely introduce you to someone handsome and loyal.】
Jiang Yangran was tempted—she almost asked her to introduce someone immediately.
But remembering she was still “acting pitiful,” she could only continue:
“How am I stupid? I’m a university student—I beat out 50% of the country’s people. I’m not stupid. I just think it’s unfair. They can’t do it themselves, yet they keep demanding it from women.”
“Then why are you still entangled with your boyfriend?” Ruan Yaoyao asked in surprise. “And you even ended up with someone like Jing Lecheng—I can’t even watch. You’re only in your twenties, he’s in his forties, he has no money, no looks, and a big belly, so greasy. How could you even bring yourself to be with him?”
After hearing this, Jiang Yangran suddenly felt that he did seem a bit “greasy,” and said reluctantly: “I’m just not wanted… I also want to find someone good, but I can’t. I’m already in my twenties—if I don’t hurry and find someone now, I’ll be unable to marry after thirty. And they also say you should have children in your twenties, that it’s better for the child, and older age makes childbirth harder…”
“Everything is best in your twenties,” Ruan Yaoyao said. “If you put that energy into studying and working, you’d be amazing too! And they say older women are bad for childbirth—why don’t they say that older men have worse sperm quality and it’s also bad for the child?”
【Another poor girl who’s been tricked… sigh.】
【Don’t you know? A woman’s eggs are all set from birth. Their quality is basically determined then.】
【But men are different—their sperm keeps renewing as they age.】
【When they’re young and healthy, sperm quality is good. When they get old and unhealthy… tsk tsk.】
【Even if you get pregnant, you might not be able to carry it—miscarriage is very likely!】
Jiang Yangran’s pupils shook:
“…Sis, are you lying to me? They always say men can still have children even at seventy or eighty.”
“It’s not about whether they can produce sperm—it’s about whether the pregnancy can be carried,” Ruan Yaoyao said. “If the quality is bad, miscarriage is almost guaranteed. Even if the baby is born, its health, intelligence, and lifespan are all uncertain…”
“Then why give birth to such a child? It would just be a burden.”
Jiang Yangran bit her lip:
“But it’s still a life…”
“You think it’s a life—but how do you know it wants to be born?” Ruan Yaoyao said calmly. “If you had the choice to have a healthy child, but instead knowingly bring a high-risk unhealthy one into the world, are you really respecting life?”
Jiang Yangran: “……”
“And if the child is born suffering, wouldn’t they rather not have been born at all? They’d spend their whole life in pain. Would they thank you?”
Jiang Yangran said nothing.
Ruan Yaoyao continued slowly:
“Besides, even if the child survives, who’s going to pay for everything if they’re disabled? Can you afford lifelong expenses? If you can’t, why give birth just to make them suffer?”
Then she also questioned whether Jiang Yangran and Jing Lecheng could even afford a child in the first place.
A few thousand or tens of thousands might cover surgery—but what about lifelong care?
What if the child cannot earn money due to disability?
What will they live on?
“Don’t tell me you’d say it’s their fate,” Ruan Yaoyao said coldly. “That they deserve to suffer just because they were born?”
Jiang Yangran: “……”
“Even this is assuming Jing Lecheng works hard. But he’s already doing odd jobs and can barely support himself—are you sure you can raise a child on your own? Not to mention, he’s much older than you. He’ll age faster. Eventually you’ll even have to support him.”
【You might not even be able to support him, and you want children?】
【Do you even know how much your education cost?】
【Do you think your salary keeps up with inflation?】
【Oh, and you might not even live that long.】
【And Jing Lecheng is a murderer—you might end up being killed by him.】
【So that child would lose his mother young and still have a murderer as a father.】
【How miserable.】
【How unlucky would he have to be to be born into your family?】
【Switch places with him—would you willingly be born into that situation?】
Jiang Yangran shivered.
Honestly… if it were her, she really wouldn’t want to be born into that.
Before even being born, knowing your mother would die—and be killed by your father…
It was terrifying just thinking about it.
And then came the endless contradictions: should the child seek revenge or not? If he did, it was his father; if not, his mother’s death would be meaningless…
Jiang Yangran, who had not yet become a mother, completely failed to understand that kind of “maternal love.”
She was in love with romance—but not “in love with children.”
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