On a November night, the weather was already very cold. Having had a little to drink, Xiao Furen braved the chilling wind as he pedaled his wife home on his bicycle.
"Some men are just like that—narrow-minded and petty. They say all the right things, like 'men and women are equal,' but deep down, they're old-fashioned and look down on women. You're so young and already at their level, so of course some people are going to be resentful. Just ignore people like that from now on. Don't pay any attention to what they say. Do whatever makes you happy. If you're really miserable at this job, we'll just quit. There's no need to suffer like this for a paycheck." Xiao Furen panted as he pedaled hard, his breath forming white puffs in the air as he tried to console his wife. He could tell she was upset.
