Did she finally “Move out of parents place”?
Like food? @10K USD/year, and everything is expensive.
800K USD/yr, and a $100/day car rental, standard rate in US, is breaking your bank.
Why not have 8 ridiculously spoiled girlfriends, trade them all in at the end of the year, and still put away a king’s ransom for retirement. Or fuck, hire somebody to find your unicorn.
It’s a movie script that writes itself:
Lonely and unlucky in love coding-maestro hires local gal with solid head on shoulders, but she wears glasses and dresses like she rides a god blessed moped everywhere she goes. There are the expected comedic ups&downs, and they develop an unexpected rapport…
Our cheap-ass hero seems to be on the verge of pulling his head out, and lo, the perfectly beautiful prize female is discovered, who is likewise moneyed, and championed by her own nerdhunk-but-poor-accountant-cum-matchmaker dude.
He snaps out of the realistic perspective he was beginning to develop and courting proceeds apace. Combat is waged, who is the cheapest, which of them is gold-digging the other? blah blah blah, until the matchmaker moped underdog puts on a pair of contact lenses, and dénouement.
Flash forward to our underdog xiaojie, and she is in white and lace. The usual hectic cut scenes of teary moms and the ribbing of our story’s hero by groomsmen. cut to the aisle, where he waits nervously, and she takes her father’s arm, cue the march from Midsummer’s Night Dream. A shot of them grasping hands, and as she looks up we see the nerd-hunk accountant. And our hero marries the other myopic insecure rich person.
Because until the universe tells you no, you are going to do both what you want, and what you think you should.