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Grandpa ignored my mom and continued knocking on the door, "Ning Ning, do you want to eat Chive Dumplings?"
The knocking grew louder, and even Song Kang rushed out.
"Eat, eat, eat! What the hell is there to eat? If you want to eat, go eat yourself."
Song Kang was very angry: "Do you think everyone is like you, only thinking about eating all day?"
"Get lost, stop bothering me."
Song Kang turned around and kicked my door hard: "Sis, what do you mean?"
"Grandpa kindly made you food; if you don't want to eat, that's fine, but what's with that attitude?"
"Exactly."
Grandpa stood beside Song Kang, looking aggrieved: "Ning Ning has grown up now and looks down on this old man."
"I might as well just die to avoid being a nuisance."
As he spoke, Grandpa even wiped away imaginary tears from the corners of his eyes.
I finally understood that Grandpa's so-called concern was just a test. He wanted me to obediently listen to him again and submit to his authority. If I didn't obey, he would cry for me to see.
In my past life, I had been fooled by this act of his. I thought Grandpa was just old and had a bit of a temper.
I opened the door and looked coldly at Song Kang: "Song Kang, what do you mean?"
"Everyone is studying right now; since we can't eat, then no one should eat."
"Why am I the only one being targeted?"
"Targeted? Who is targeting you?"
Song Kang was unhappy: "Grandpa kindly made you food; if you don't want to eat, that's fine, but what's with that attitude?"
"Exactly."
Grandpa chimed in from the side: "Ning Ning, you can't wrong Grandpa; I'm doing this for your own good."
"For your own good, Grandpa made you Chive Dumplings to eat."
"Others want to eat Chive Dumplings too, but they haven't had the chance."
"Do you know how expensive chives are?"
"Do you know how hard it is to buy chives?"
"Hurry up and eat while they're hot; they won't taste good when they're cold."
Grandpa stuffed the Chive Dumplings into my hands and turned to leave.
His back looked quite lonely.
If it were my past self, I would have considered Grandpa and eaten the dumplings.
But in this life...
I took the dumplings to the kitchen and unhesitatingly tossed them into the trash can.
I didn't want to fall out with them before the interview.
But I also couldn't compromise myself.
After all, making them disgusted was my joy.
Outside the door, Grandpa's voice came: "This girl really doesn't understand gratitude."
"I kindly made her dumplings, and she actually threw them in the trash."
"I really raised her for nothing."
Saying that, Grandpa started knocking on the door again: "Ning Ning, stop studying; Grandpa will clean your room for you."
"No need."
I coldly refused.
There were important exam materials in my room, and if Grandpa took them, it would be a hassle.
Song Kang was furious, kicking my door: "Sis, what do you mean?"
"Grandpa is kindly offering to clean your room, and you actually refuse?"
"Aren't you slapping Grandpa in the face?"
I let out a cold laugh, "Song Kang, you're so filial. When Grandpa comes into your room, you better not stop him."
"I naturally won't stop him."
Song Kang said proudly, "Sister, I'm not like you; I know how to be sensible."
"Oh really?"
I smiled slightly, "Then you better not regret it."
"Regret?"
Song Kang scoffed, "Sister, you think too highly of yourself."
"The thing I regret the most is having a sister like you."
"If it weren't for you, our family wouldn't be like this now."
"It's all your fault."
I didn't expect that in Song Kang's eyes, our family's situation was somehow my fault.
I took a deep breath, suppressing the anger bubbling inside me.
I wasn't angry.
Getting angry at someone like Song Kang wasn't worth it.
Besides, I already knew what kind of person Song Kang was.
If I got angry, it would only play into his hands.
I closed my eyes and kept reassuring myself.
It's okay, it's okay.
As long as I hold on a little longer, I can take my mom and leave this house.
No matter how reckless Song Kang is, it has nothing to do with me.
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