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Mom has finally accepted treatment.
But she still sighs all day long.
"Xiao Ran, how much is this going to cost?"
"You say it's not easy for you to earn money, and now it's all spent on me."
I comfort her, "Mom, don't worry. I'm here for you."
"Besides, you're my mom; if I don't take care of you, who will?"
Mom fell silent.
...
During a family dinner, my younger brother suddenly asked me, "Since you got divorced, how much of the house did you split?"
I replied casually, "All of it went to me."
My brother's eyes lit up: "All of it?"
I nodded, "Yes, all of it."
He smiled: "That's great."
I looked at him: "Why are you so happy about that?"
He paused: "I... I think it's a good thing."
I laughed: "If it's such a good thing, why don't you give half to Mom?"
My brother fell silent.
I stared at him: "Why aren't you saying anything?"
"Let me do some calculations for you."
"My monthly salary is 5,000 yuan; I give Mom 2,000 yuan every month, which totals 24,000 yuan a year."
"I've been working for 20 years, so that's 480,000 yuan."
"I'm 32 this year; even if I only live another 20 years, my salary would amount to 640,000 yuan."
"You said the house all went to me, so my salary also goes to me."
"This means I've given Mom a total of 640,000 yuan."
"And what about you?"
"How much have you given?"
My brother's face turned pale: "I've given 1,000 yuan."
I laughed: "1,000 yuan versus 640,000 yuan—who has given more?"
My brother fell silent.
I stared at him: "You haven't given anything; why do you think you deserve my house?"
My younger brother coldly said, "You are the daughter, and this is my mom."
I interrupted him, "I am the daughter, and I am also mom's daughter."
"You are the son, and you are also mom's child."
"What right do you have to criticize me?"
My brother's face darkened, and he fell silent.
I looked at him and said, "If you want it so badly, then give mom 640,000 yuan, and I'll give you the house. How about that?"
My brother gritted his teeth, "You're talking nonsense!"
Slap!
I gave him a loud slap across the face.
Everyone was stunned.
Mom was stunned.
Dad was stunned.
My brother was stunned.
I was also stunned.
I looked at him and said, "Go on, keep cursing."
My brother covered his face and didn't dare to speak.
I looked at him and asked, "Do you know how many times I've tolerated you over the years?"
"Do you know how much I wanted to hit you every time I saw your arrogant face?"
"Do you know that if I weren't your sister, I would have beaten you to death by now?"
My brother lowered his head and didn't dare to look at me anymore.
I looked at him and said, "You also know that if you weren't my brother, I would have ignored you a long time ago, right?"
My brother remained silent.
I sighed, "Unfortunately, I am your sister."
"So no matter how much I loathe you, how much I hate you, how much I resent you, I still have to take care of you."
"I owe you that."
My brother's eyes turned red, "Sis, I..."
I waved my hand, "Don't say anything."
"I don't want to hear it."
I lowered my head and sighed.
After all these years, I finally stood my ground for once.
I finally straightened my back.
I finally stopped feeling wronged.
But why am I not happy at all?
...
The incident where I hit my younger brother quickly reached my parents' ears.
Dad was very angry and wanted to hit me.
He grabbed a cup and smashed it hard towards me.
I stood there, motionless.
The cup shattered on the ground.
Dad coldly said, "What are you doing? Why didn't you dodge?"
I replied calmly, "Why should I dodge?"
"Aren't you going to hit me?"
"If I dodged, how could you hit me?"
Dad was furious: "Do you think I wouldn't dare to hit you?"
He grabbed another cup and threw it at me again.
I still didn't dodge.
The cup smashed on the ground once more.
I looked at him and asked, "What else do you have that you can throw at me?"
Dad fell silent.
I coldly stated, "You can't hit me."
"Do you believe that if you dare to touch me, I will never give you money again?"
"I mean what I say."
"You can try."
Dad's hand trembled.
He stared at me for a long time before suddenly lowering his hand.
He turned around and lay down on the bed.
I looked at him and asked, "Do you have anything else to say?"
"No, I'm leaving."
Dad didn't say anything further.
I walked out of the bedroom.
As soon as I entered the living room, I saw Mom standing in front of me, looking at me with a face full of fear.
I smiled and asked, "Mom, what's wrong?"
She lowered her head, not daring to look at me. "Nothing... nothing's wrong..."
I sighed, "Mom, I have something to do, so I'm leaving."
"Call me if you need anything," she replied, nodding.
I walked out the door.
...
After dealing with Mom's matters, I was already exhausted both physically and mentally.
I returned to City S and continued working.
My former boss called me many times, asking me to come back to work.
I refused.
...
I occasionally called Mom to check on her situation.
She said things were a bit better when I wasn't around; whenever I returned, Dad would trouble her.
I sighed, "Then why don't you divorce Dad?"
Mom shook her head. "I won't divorce him; I can't divorce him."
"At my age, how would I live after a divorce?"
"Besides, your dad is that kind of person..."
She paused at this point.
I looked at her and asked, "Mom, what's wrong?"
Mom shook her head. "It's nothing; let's not talk about it."
I sighed again.
Oh Mom, why are you so foolish?
...
I stayed in City S for half a year.
Occasionally, I would run into Ye Yiyi.
Every time I saw her, I would think of Mengxi.
But I no longer felt anything.
...
One day, I was walking down the street when I suddenly saw Ye Yiyi arguing with a woman. Curious, I walked over to take a look.
"You are just a mistress, why are you acting so proud?" the woman shouted, pointing at Ye Yiyi's nose.
Ye Yiyi's expression changed instantly: "You, you’re talking nonsense!"
The woman laughed, "Aren't you aware if you're a mistress or not?"
"What? Are you afraid to admit what you've done?"
Ye Yiyi fell silent. She bit her lip, her eyes reddening.
The woman snorted coldly and turned to leave.
Ye Yiyi stood there, covering her face and began to cry.
I sighed and walked over, patting her shoulder. "Is there something wrong?"
Ye Yiyi didn’t respond; she just cried.
After thinking for a moment, I took out my phone and transferred her ten thousand yuan.
Ye Yiyi was taken aback: "What do you mean by this?"
I shook my head: "It doesn't mean anything."
"You’ve helped me before; I remember."
"You're facing difficulties now, so I'm lending you a hand."
"We're even now."
Ye Yiyi stared at me for a while before suddenly wiping her tears. "Wait for me a moment; I'll clean up and treat you to dinner."
I shook my head: "No thanks, I have things to do."
"Take care of yourself."
With that, I turned and walked away.
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