As the oldest unmarried youth in the family, I suffered deeply from the constant pressure to get married. Over time, I just gave up and let it be. My mom said she was so worried she couldn't sleep. I drove two hundred miles overnight, stood by my mom's bed at 3 AM, and pried her eyelids open. My mom said that because I wasn't married, everyone was laughing at her. The next second, I tagged everyone in the family group chat: 【My mom says because I'm not married, everyone is laughing at her. I want to ask, who exactly is laughing at her? @Everyone】 My cousin was the first to start the chain: 【Little Brother is not laughing at her.】 Following closely was a neat line of replies: 【Auntie is not laughing at her.】 【Uncle is not laughing at her.】 【Second Cousin is not laughing at her.】 【Dad is not laughing at her.】 【...】 1 "Chloe Vance, what nonsense are you sending in the group chat? Unsend it right now!" My mom let out a piercing shriek. She casually smacked my dad: "And why are you joining in the commotion!" My dad didn't dare say a word. I ignored my mom and tagged her in the group again: 【Mom, see? No one is laughing at you.】 My phone was constantly popping up with new private messages. My cousins were dying of laughter. 【Sis, did you get beaten up? Hahahaha】 【Sis, hold the line this year! We're relying on you to tank the damage!】 【...】 As the oldest unmarried person on both sides of the family, I've been pressured to marry since I was 25. It started out very gentle and amicable, but as I got older, it gradually became more intense. I'm 30 this year. At thirty, one stands firm. I feel this is the best stage of my life. Successful career, I own a house and a car, and I have freedom. Years ago, when they urged me to date and get married, I felt a wave of confusion about the future. During the years of relentless marriage pressure, I got promoted and got raises. I don't know where the men are, but my income is certainly looking beautiful. The message had long passed the time limit to be unsent. My mom grumbled endlessly: "I must have owed you two, father and daughter, in my past life. Neither of you gives me peace of mind." "Chloe, I'm your mother. Would I harm you?" "Urging you to get married isn't just to give you someone to rely on when you're old? Otherwise, if something happens to me and your dad, what will you do?" "..." I looked at my apartment, worth several million in the city center, thought about my parents' pensions, and then looked at my annual salary and savings. I honestly couldn't imagine a scenario where I'd live a miserable life. At this moment, my dad chimed in: "Your mom is right. There are still many benefits to getting married." "Dad, tell me specifically, what are the benefits?" My dad answered with genuine feeling: "Coming home from work to a hot meal, having someone manage things inside and outside the house, having kids. You've been excellent since you were little. As your parents, your mom and I are very proud." "Dad, Mom makes the meals, Mom manages things inside and outside the house, and I was born from Mom." My dad suddenly froze. It seemed it was the first time he truly realized that in marriage, my role wouldn't be his; it would be his wife's role. Those tangible benefits required me to be the one providing them. At least, in the traditional family concept, that's how it is. In reality, my dad isn't a man who never lifts a finger. He doesn't smoke or drink, hands over his paycheck, helps with chores, and never bosses my mom around. He counts as a good man in the traditional sense. But over all these years, I still saw the various resentments my mom held in their marriage. However, my dad is educated after all, and he quickly found a breakthrough point: "Chloe, you're a mid-level manager now. If you want to keep moving up, a stable marriage is very necessary." My dad knew I valued my career; he precisely grasped my weak spot. "Besides, times have changed. Your income is higher than many men's," my dad said. "Find a man who is supportive and family-oriented." My mom took the opportunity to speak up: "Right, Mom will find you a man who can cook and do chores. Will you go meet him?" "Mom, not only do I want him to do chores, but he also needs to be handsome, have a good body, be loyal, and not be more than three years older than me." I paused, then slowly added, "Oh, and his income must be at least half of mine." My mom exploded upon hearing this: "Being handsome won't put food on the table! You also want him to make seventy or eighty thousand a year?" I'm no longer the shy little girl I was a few years ago. I speak much more directly now. "If he's ugly, I won't be able to kiss him, I won't have any sexual desire, and I will cheat." My mom: "..." 2 When I argue with them, I can hold my own against anyone. But now it's the New Year holiday, and my mom still managed to arrange this blind date. But she is my biological mother after all. She found a blind date who actually met my requirements. I have no idea how my mom did it, but she really found an unmarried man who met all my conditions. To say something inappropriate, this is rarer than a giant panda. The blind date was set at a restaurant. Business was booming during the holidays, and it was very lively inside. My mom sent me the reserved table number. She solemnly promised that this would be the only blind date for the near future, which is why I came. After entering, I quickly found the table number. But from my angle, I only saw the back of a head. The man was wearing a black trench coat, not fat, and at first glance, his fashion sense wasn't bad. I walked straight over: "Sorry to keep you waiting..." Before I finished speaking, I saw the face clearly, and the words caught in my throat. I believed my mom really did look for a match seriously within her network. The man in front of me had distinct features and a refined aura. And he looked very familiar. "Long time no see, old classmate." A flash of surprise passed through the other party's eyes, followed by a smile as he greeted me. Arthur Sterling. My mom managed to track down my high school classmate from a decade ago. You gotta hand it to her. "Long time no see." Arthur's appearance hadn't changed much; he was still handsome, perhaps even more charming. "The last time we saw each other was probably the graduation banquet after the college entrance exams, right? I never expected you to be my blind date." "I didn't expect it to be you either," I raised an eyebrow, asking bluntly, "What, no one wants you either?" Arthur laughed: "Yep, getting older, becoming unmarketable." "..." I didn't really like hearing that. After all, we used to be classmates, and we're the same age. But Arthur was considered a prominent figure in our graduating class. Grades, looks, and a high school romance. A legendary figure who managed to tutor his girlfriend into a top-tier university. "I remember you had a girlfriend," I smiled. "After being together for so long, you should be getting married." This sentence was probably hitting a sore spot. Arthur was very candid: "I'm already out on a blind date, you should be able to tell: we broke up." I looked at the man across from me, recalling his flamboyant teenage self. There's a difference between a teenage boy and the thirty-year-old man standing before me. I don't know if my aesthetic preferences have changed, but I think he looks better now. His girlfriend, or rather, ex-girlfriend, I also sort of knew. Over the years, I had heard some gossip from mutual friends. They were still together when I graduated college. But right now, it wouldn't be appropriate to ask Arthur for details. Instead, we chatted about our recent lives. Hearing about Arthur's job, I paused, then smiled. "Chloe Vance, what are you smiling about?" I laughed for a good while before telling him the requirements I gave my mom for a blind date. "I didn't expect her to be so literal," my smile lingered. Arthur's income was probably about the same as mine. "So," the man across from me suddenly said, "I meet classmate Chloe's criteria for a mate?" 3 Classmate Chloe. A nostalgic form of address. Two 30-year-old adults using this address brought a subtle sense of flirtation. "Classmate Arthur is so outstanding. If I said you didn't meet my criteria, I'd seem ungrateful." We're adults; some things don't need to be said too absolutely. According to the process, if there's an intention to continue developing the relationship after a blind date, we should exchange contact information. But I already had Arthur's contact information. The year we graduated, many classmates added each other, but for the vast majority, there was no contact after that. That was the situation between Arthur and me. I even scrolled past his posts showing off his relationship in the past, and I was among the many high school classmates who hit "like." We had a very pleasant conversation during this meal. After it ended, Arthur and I walked out together. His voice came: "I'll take you home..." Before he finished, an Audi a few steps away flashed its lights. Arthur froze for a moment, then chuckled: "That was presumptuous of me." I smiled at him: "I appreciate the thought. Let's grab dinner again when we have time." As soon as I got in the car, I called my best friend, Elena: "Did you know Arthur and Mia broke up?" It's a habit. Whenever there's gossip about a high school classmate, I want to share it. "What, they broke up?!" The shock on the other end of the line was palpable. "How did you know? I thought they were having kids!" I was brief and to the point: "My blind date today was Arthur." "What!" Elena's volume went up another notch. "You lucky girl, your family found you a blind date with such high quality?" "..." We're getting off topic. But soon the topic returned. Elena: "I'll go ask around." Elena was my deskmate in senior year. We've had a good relationship over the years. She has an outgoing personality and good social connections. Ninety percent of the high school gossip I hear comes from her. When I got back, the house was still lively. My uncle, aunt, and their kids were all there. As soon as I walked in, I heard my mom complaining to her siblings: "This brat. I told her her dad and I were so worried about her not getting married we couldn't sleep at night. As a result, she drove two hundred miles overnight and stood by our bed at 3 AM, prying our eyelids open..." My uncle and aunt were laughing so hard they couldn't stand up straight. My cousins were hiding in the next room laughing. Seeing me return, all eyes instantly fell on me. "Chloe's back? How was the blind date?" My mom spoke first, with a hint of smugness: "Chloe, Mom didn't lie to you, right? Graduated from a top university, handsome, 6'1", the young man looks sharp. I had to snatch him away from someone else. I heard he's very principled and stays out of trouble." "..." My mom has a good eye. Elena came back with the intel. She said Arthur and Mia had been on and off for over a decade. He had only ever dated that one person. They broke up half a year ago. 4 My cousins pulled me into my room, wanting to go to an all-night KTV tonight. They needed a reliable leader. My older cousins were all married, so as their older cousin, only I could fulfill this role. "Sis, how is the blind date Auntie introduced you to? Is he handsome?" I pondered for a moment, telling the truth: "Pretty handsome. He was the acknowledged heartthrob of our graduating class." Hearing this, they got interested. "Really? Do you have pictures?" Of course, I didn't have recent photos of Arthur; his social media posts were only visible for three days. Then, these younger ones huddled in my room and started flipping through my high school graduation photo album. "Sis, this guy is kinda handsome? Almost as good as me," my younger cousin said narcissistically, earning a kick from his sister. "He hasn't gotten fat or balding now, right?" "..." I took them out and we didn't get back until past 3 AM. I really am getting older. I can't pull all-nighters like I used to. Before going to sleep, I noticed a message from Arthur on my phone: 【Sorry, I don't know if it's appropriate to say this to you. If you have the intention to get married, and are somewhat satisfied with my conditions, I think we could start as friends first.】 I didn't reply immediately, but his words ended up affecting my dreams. I dreamed of things from high school. Arthur's appearance was very clear. He was perfectly flamboyant, the kind of student teachers favored. And I, I was always the one competing with him for first place. Once, winning against him by a two-point margin, the young man passed my desk between classes, leaving a hearty: "Impressive, top student." Youth is too fleeting, covering up many a young girl's secrets. There was a bit of regret, but later, as life was overwhelmed by studies and work, and I dated other people, I gradually stopped thinking about him. Arthur asked me out for dinner. Seeing him, I couldn't help but laugh out loud: "What, is your family rushing you that much?" Arthur's eyes curved: "Can't it just be that I want to catch up with an old classmate?" Catch up? What kind of fairytale is he spinning? Arthur is a very humorous and witty person. Chatting with him is actually very comfortable. With his qualifications, finding someone to marry wouldn't be difficult at all. "I'm going back to the city in a couple of days. What about you?" Arthur suddenly asked. I paused for a moment: "About the same time." "Then when the time comes and I ask you out for dinner again, will you still be willing to come out?" That sentence made me pause. I looked up into Arthur's smiling eyes as he said: "When the New Year is over, and we don't have the excuse of a blind date anymore, will you still be willing to give me the time of day?" This man really knows how to flirt. "Can I ask you a question? You don't have to answer." Arthur said "Hmm": "You can." "How did you and Mia break up?" A very buzzkill question. But just like when he asked if he could still ask me out to dinner, my question was also a signal. A signal of considering continuing to get to know each other. Arthur answered after a long silence, his voice a bit heavy: "Our life paces were different. Problems that we didn't have to consider when we were dating slowly surfaced." "I wanted a stable marriage, she wanted freedom. We couldn't reconcile it, so we broke up." Arthur has decent character; he didn't speak ill of his ex. But I could also tell he left out a lot of details. Adults must have boundaries; I didn't press further. Because the answer wasn't very important. We must respect everyone's past. 5 Back in the city, my mom continued to ask about my progress with Arthur. When she found out he was my high school classmate, she practically clapped her hands in approval. "Knowing his roots like this, your dad and I are relieved." I smiled. Not only did I know his roots, I had even witnessed his long romance. After the New Year, work resumed, and I was incredibly busy. My contact with Arthur was only maintained online. Of course, besides my mom, there was someone else very invested in my blind date. Elena. "Girl, Arthur really was the crush of many girls back then. After all these years, he hasn't gotten fat or greasy. If I wasn't married, I'd want to give it a try!" "You're single anyway, just give it a try!" "..." It seems people really can't handle being talked about. After finishing work, I received a call from an unknown number. "Hello?" "It's me, Arthur," the voice on the other end made me freeze. "Is Director Vance off work yet? I'd like to treat Director Vance to a meal." That title made me chuckle: "Is Engineer Sterling not busy?" Arthur is currently a chief engineer at a famous enterprise. Given his age, that title came early and carried a lot of weight. "No matter how busy I am, I still have to eat," the leisurely tone of the person on the other end made me vaguely recall the past. "I'm downstairs at your company. Will Director Vance do me the honor?" Since he put it that way, there was naturally no need for me to refuse. The first meal with Arthur after returning to the city opened the door for more. We would occasionally make plans for a meal, and on weekends, we'd go see a movie or an exhibition. Arthur was a very suitable date. He was considerate, knew his boundaries, and always smelled of a nice cologne. Unlike the palpitations of youth, the sense of boundaries and consideration from a mature man can also cause temporary infatuation. I could tell Arthur definitely had some feelings for me. We interacted like this for over two months, our relationship remaining strictly at the friend level. Another weekend, Arthur invited me to a bistro. The lighting was a warm yellow, and the live band on stage was singing an ambiguous English song. "Chloe Vance." Arthur called my name. His voice was warm and very pleasant. "I..." The way he looked at me was different from usual. He opened his mouth, seeming wanting to say something. A phone call interrupted everything. His phone lay flat on the table, and with just one glance, I clearly saw the name on the caller ID. Mia. The girl Arthur had been entangled with for over a decade. She was a classmate from the class next door. At that age when everyone looked a bit awkward, she had a "first love" face and formed a match made in heaven with Arthur. The phone vibrated on the table, and Arthur hung it up. He didn't answer the call. But shortly after, the phone vibrated for the second time. He still didn't answer it this time, and the person on the other end didn't continue calling. However, right after that, Arthur's phone started vibrating every two or three seconds, indicating incoming messages. Arthur's gaze fell on the lit-up screen, and his expression suddenly turned ugly. But he remained gentlemanly and didn't get up to leave. I could feel his distraction. "Arthur," I smiled. "If it's urgent, you go ahead." To him, that sentence probably sounded like a royal pardon. "Sorry, I..." He paused. "I'll treat you to a big meal next time to apologize." Even his retreating figure radiated anxiety. The corners of my mouth fell. No matter what, being stood up on a date didn't make me happy.
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