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This time—
I’m not that foolish anymore!
Man Wenyu looked at me with tears in her eyes, “Sister, don’t you want to help me?”
Her gaze was filled with disappointment and a hint of testing.
I knew what she was trying to do.
She merely wanted to confirm whether I would unconditionally assist her like I did in my past life.
What a pity!
I’m no fool!
This time, she wouldn’t get her way!
Man Wenyu pouted, “Sister, you’re a big star. Just a word from you could change my fate.”
“Can you really bear to see me continue to be bullied?”
I glanced at her lightly, “Of course, I can’t bear it.”
“However, those words should be said by our parents.”
“After all, you are their precious jewel.”
Our parents have always favored boys over girls.
They were quite disappointed after giving birth to me and Man Wenyu.
That was until a fortune teller with remarkable accuracy appeared in the village.
He said, "Jing Fang has an extraordinary fate, and her destiny is precious; Man Wenyu is blessed with fortune, bringing prosperity to her husband and children."
Parents were instantly delighted.
Unfortunately—
Man Wenyu's good fortune did not last long.
"Aren't Parents fond of you?"
"Why don't you ask them?"
In my previous life, I was blinded by Man Wenyu's tears.
This time, I decided to watch coldly from the sidelines.
"Sister!"
Man Wenyu looked at me in disbelief.
"Jing Fang!"
My Parents burst through the door.
"Jing Fang, you are a good child of Parents. As long as you are willing to help Man Wenyu, Parents will leave all the money to you."
My Mom held my hand and reassured me repeatedly.
My Dad, with a stern face, said, "Man Wenyu doesn't have your luck; she can only rely on your help."
"Yes, Jing Fang, you are the older sister and should help your younger sister more."
The three of them urged me back and forth.
Looking at them, I found it utterly ironic.
When I was sent away all those years ago, they were just as cold-hearted.
Now, they suddenly remembered that I was their child.
"Parents, I can agree to your request," I said.
My mom's face lit up with joy. "Jing Fang, I knew you were a good child."
I shifted my tone. "However, I have a condition."
My dad looked at me warily. "What is it?"
"You need to go to my grandmother's grave and bow to her in apology."
"If it weren't for her taking me in all these years, I would have frozen or starved to death long ago."
My mom hesitated slightly. "Jing Fang, we are your parents; how can we bow to someone else?"
I stared at her firmly. "Someone else? My grandmother raised me for over ten years and has given me so much."
"You are the ones who are the outsiders!"
My mom's expression changed. "Jing Fang, how can you say that?"
"My grandmother raised me without asking for a penny in support. Now that I've become successful, you want to bask in my glory."
I scoffed repeatedly. "Have you ever thought about whether you deserve it?"
"Enough!"
My father waved his hand impatiently. "It's just a bow, your mother can go."
My mother frowned, "I... I'll go and bow to him."
"I'll go with you."
Early the next morning, I took my mother back to our hometown.
She sat in the passenger seat, silent.
As I watched the scenery fly by outside, my mood grew increasingly gloomy.
I joked with her, "Mom, with that expression, anyone would think I've upset you."
My mother stiffened. "Jing Fang, are you blaming me and your father?"
"It's all in the past now," I replied casually.
My mother hesitated, wanting to say something but holding back.
Soon, we arrived at our hometown.
Grandma's grave was behind our house.
I supported my mother as we walked along the stone path.
She moved slowly, her steps unsteady.
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