Chapter 220 - 218: Just Got Divorced Last Month

Chapter 220: Chapter 218: Just Got Divorced Last Month

"What’s going on?" the woman asked cluelessly, her tone filled with an air of wisdom.

"His mom arranged it, of course."

"Didn’t you say it yourself? He’s a mama’s boy. So his mother must have approved of you for you to even get into his house."

"So, under what circumstances do you think the mother of an A8 family would take a liking to you?"

"I... I don’t know." The woman very honestly admitted she was hopeless. "I’ve never been in a relationship, so I don’t know anything about this stuff."

"It’s fine. I can tell you."

Zhang Zhe had experience dealing with Hui Zi, so he had a dead-on grasp of the dating criteria for a mama’s boy from a rich family.

"The mother of a mama’s boy will most likely want a daughter-in-law who isn’t too assertive—someone sensible, considerate, and who won’t cause her any trouble."

"After you marry him, you’d best be like her son and listen to your mother-in-law in all things. Otherwise, life will be very hard for you."

"The number one complaint everyone has about mama’s boys is that whenever there’s a conflict between the mother-in-law and the wife, the husband will staunchly support his mother. He almost never takes his wife’s side."

"So you have to give off the impression that you’re not confrontational and are even willing to be a doormat. It’s best to make people feel that you’re easy to control."

"Can you do that?"

"I..." The woman hesitated, her speech faltering, as if she couldn’t bring herself to say what she really thought.

Zhang Zhe answered for her directly: "You definitely can’t."

"I’m guessing you want to find a mama’s boy because you’ve never been in a relationship, and you think:

’Oh, a guy who listens to his mom so well will definitely listen to me after we get married, right?’"

"’And a guy like that is rich, too. If I become his wife, won’t his money be my money? That would be amazing, right?’"

[Brother Zhang, being so blunt is a little rude]

[I feel like that’s exactly it. She has no idea how outrageous a real mama’s boy is. The mother-in-law is harder to please than your own mother.]

[She just wants a rich and obedient man. If you look at all the rich guys out there, only mama’s boys fit that description.]

[As expected of a woman with a PhD, her wish-making skills are on another level compared to ordinary girls.]

"Sis, is that right?"

"Uh... a little, I guess." The woman didn’t try to hide it. "I do want to find a guy with a nice personality."

"That won’t work." Zhang Zhe waved his hand dismissively. "A mama’s boy is indeed obedient, and you might have a chance to make him listen to you after marriage. But there’s a huge precondition—you have to be able to outmaneuver his mom."

"This isn’t even a mother-in-law versus daughter-in-law conflict anymore. In essence, you’re fighting for custody of a grown man."

"Just think about it: are you even equipped to play palace intrigue games with the matriarch of a wealthy family?"

"..." The woman fell silent for a moment, seriously considering Zhang Zhe’s words before asking, "It can’t be that every wealthy family requires palace intrigue, right?"

"Of course, some don’t. You just have to keep your mother-in-law happy, manage the household affairs meticulously, and then wait until she’s old and doesn’t want to be in charge anymore. Then it will naturally be your turn to run the house."

"The question is..." Zhang Zhe asked the girl on the call with a smile, "Do you have that kind of skill?"

"Do you know how to provide emotional value to people?"

"I..." After calming down, the woman answered, "I really can’t."

"But my friend said that for a woman with a PhD, a mama’s boy from a rich family is the easiest type to get. The other types are even harder."

"Those other rich men are very worldly. Someone like me, with little dating experience, would just get played by them."

"Not at all. You’re worrying for nothing," Zhang Zhe consoled her. "For an average-looking woman with a PhD, almost no rich man would be bored enough to bother playing games with you."

"You and that friend who gave you the idea probably share a misunderstanding. You think that just because your family is worth four or five million and you got a PhD, you should be able to marry up into an A8 family."

"That’s not how it works." Zhang Zhe shook his head. "From the rich guys I’ve met, even if they have educational requirements, they usually cap it at a bachelor’s degree."

"They do see women with PhDs differently, but most of the time, it’s in a negative way."

[A woman with a PhD is old, probably has a bad temper, and low EQ. What rich guy would want that?]

[If guys from A8 or A9 families really want a capable wife, they don’t look at her education. They look at her personal abilities.]

[Is this girl treating her degree from a top public university like it’s from Harvard? Does she think she’s a socialite or something?]

[The biggest mistake women make is thinking a better degree will fetch them a higher price on the marriage market. That’s why so many highly-educated women are single.]

[Men always choose a wife based on looks, personality, and emotional value. I’ve rarely seen a guy with a fetish for academic credentials.]

Zhang Zhe thought the live comments made a lot of sense.

In all his time doing livestream matchmaking, he’d really only ever seen this phenomenon of "credentialism" among women.

The men never seemed to care.

As long as a woman was pretty, had a good personality, and didn’t have a messy private life, any level of education was fine.

Perhaps it was because of how they were raised. Girls were more likely to believe their teachers when they said, "Study hard, get into a good university, and your life will be set."

But that kind of thinking had almost no ground to stand on among the second-generation rich. Did these rich kids not know how their own parents made their fortunes?

How many of those rich guys’ parents had actually made their big money by studying hard, getting into a good university, and then earning a fortune?

"So in my situation, is it impossible to marry up?" The woman, like Zhang Zhe, had also read the comments, but she still wasn’t ready to give up.

"There is one way, but it involves a bit of luck."

Zhang Zhe offered his final, last-resort plan: "Your only chance is to use the university environment. Back when nobody is really thinking about family background, you have to capture the heart of a rich man’s clueless son."

"But this method is extremely risky. It’s very likely the guy will want to marry you, but his parents will be dead set against it. In the end, you’ll break up the moment you graduate."

From a rational standpoint, Zhang Zhe would have definitely advised this woman to find a man with a similar family background, a slightly lower level of education than her, but a good personality.

For example, an average-looking guy with a master’s in software engineering who hasn’t dated much—basically, a programmer.

But clearly, this woman’s standards were sky-high, and she wouldn’t even deign to look at a guy like that.

After hearing Zhang Zhe’s advice, she immediately asked, "Brother Zhang, do you think I could find a second-generation rich guy while I’m studying abroad?"

"Don’t be ridiculous, sis."

"I feel like you’re trying to make me laugh."

"When second-generation rich kids study abroad, they’re just there to gild their resumes. In their eyes, a degree is just another piece of clothing you can buy with money. Your PhD gives you zero advantage."

"You’ll just end up having to compete with all the other women on looks and tangible assets, and you can’t win that fight."

"How will I know if I don’t try?" The woman was suddenly fired up with motivation. "Thanks, Brother Zhang. I understand everything you said."

"Since it doesn’t matter whether I have a PhD or not, it looks like I need to get a move on."

"Alright, then. Get a move on."

Zhang Zhe didn’t force her to understand what he really meant.

Just helping this woman understand that she wasn’t suited for a mama’s boy was already a major achievement.

After she left the call, seeing that no new viewers were requesting to join, Xia Yi leaned close to Zhang Zhe’s ear and whispered, "She has a PhD, so why is she so fixated on marrying a rich guy?"

"Because she’s already become disenchanted with education," Zhang Zhe said with a faint smile. "But she hasn’t been disenchanted with money yet."

"But you also can’t rule out the possibility that she realized she can’t find anyone she actually likes anyway, so she might as well just settle for a rich guy."

"Can she even find someone like that?" Xia Yi asked worriedly. "Her whole plan seems so unreliable."

"It doesn’t matter. She’s almost thirty anyway. After a few more years of struggling, she’ll probably have an epiphany by the time she hits thirty."

Zhang Zhe was philosophical about it. As a Matchmaker, one must learn to respect the fate of others.

The two of them waited, murmuring to each other. Before long, someone else joined the call. And this wasn’t just anyone; the woman’s reason for calling was written as:

She just got divorced last month.