In the end, she hung around until past eleven that night. With no other options, Luo Xin had to ask people to lend her money.
Borrowing money didn't go smoothly either. Everyone either played dead or beat around the bush.
She spent over an hour asking and posted three sob stories on her social feed before finally scraping together a few hundred yuan in cash gifts from various people. She booked a room at a star-rated hotel and spent it all again.
For the next three days, it was the same routine: trying to hook rich men during the day and borrowing money at night to get a room.
Although she called it borrowing, she had no intention of paying any of it back.
But she found all sorts of faults with those men. After meeting each of her hundred-plus backup options, she found them poorer and uglier with every successive one.
Someone earning five thousand a month actually had the nerve to pursue her?
Someone only 1.71 meters tall, practically third-degree disabled, actually had the nerve to pursue her?
Was this a joke? With what you had to offer, you still wanted girlfriends? Just stay single for life, okay!
But on the third night, when she realized she couldn't borrow any money to book a room, she finally panicked.
With absolutely no other choice, she went back to spend the night at the home of the poor father she looked down on.
By the fourth day, she had either blocked or been blocked by all her hundred-plus backup options. She actually had no one left to date.
She had no choice but to try matchmaking, but unfortunately, the men she met that way disappointed her even more.
Forced into a corner, she kept lowering her requirements, but even lowered,