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"Li Shuang, you are already 20; it's time for you to get married," my mother said with a frown.
I frowned back. "Married!"
"We've found you a good family," my father said coldly. "Their family owns a large supermarket."
"I don't want to get married." Was this a joke? I'm in my third year of college, and they want me to marry? Of course, they didn't know I was attending university.
My father scoffed, "If it weren't for the fact that you were the top scorer in the college entrance exam, they might not even want you. Once you marry into that family, you'll have an urban household registration, a car, a house, and a supermarket. Isn't that a good deal?"
"Yes! Xiao Shuang," my mother urged. "Once you marry, you'll enjoy life without having to work, and you'll have money to spend. What a wonderful life!"
"Mom, if it's such a good life, wouldn't it be better if you married into that family?" I retorted sarcastically. "After all, you're only in your thirties; tidy yourself up and have another top scorer. It sounds reasonable."
My father shouted angrily, "You ungrateful girl, what are you saying?"
"Is your hearing bad? You should get it checked!" I looked at him in shock.
"You little brat, stop talking nonsense," my mother glared at me. "Old Li! Don't listen to this girl; I'm devoted to you!"
My father was so furious he looked like he wanted to hit me, so I took a few steps back.
Taking advantage of their astonishment, I grabbed Xianyu and ran away, ignoring their shouts and calls behind me. I was done talking to them.
I found a café to rest for a bit. I called Ms. Xin to explain the situation; she regretted it deeply, but I reassured her that it was okay.
Not long after returning to school, Ms. Xin called me back with more details. It turned out that my parents had accepted a bride price of 200,000 yuan from that family a year ago and were just waiting for me to turn 20 so they could get the marriage certificate.
After I ran away, they didn't want to return the money; perhaps they had already spent it and couldn't pay it back.
Shockingly, my parents actually got divorced, and my mother married the son from that family. That son had skipped school in middle school and got into fights, injuring someone and ending up in juvenile detention. He had a criminal record and hadn't found a wife even after getting out; now at thirty years old, he was still unmarried.
My mother had given birth to me at 16; now at 36 years old, she wasn't much older than him.
No wonder the other party agreed.
I sighed and said to Ms. Xin, "You don't need to inquire about them anymore; I will handle it."
Two years later, I had graduated from college for a year, and my studio had been running for two years. From initially working alone to now having a team of twenty, the revenue had steadily increased. It wasn't a huge success, but it was decent.
My younger brother was in his senior year of high school and about to take the college entrance exam. After our parents divorced, Father paid less attention to him, so I bought my brother a phone.
He had made good progress over the past two years, and I arranged for him to attend some tutoring classes.
I also managed to get in touch with Mother. I must say she was quite lucky this time; although she had made mistakes in her youth, it was an accident. Now she had opened a small supermarket and cherished her life with her wife.
When I talked to Mother on the phone, we sometimes chatted for a while. She was very pleasant and always hoped that my brother and I could visit her.
I kept postponing it.
After this college entrance exam, we should meet up.
Father didn't allow my brother to see Mother, as for me, he had long lost that authority over me.
We hadn't been in contact for two years. If he fell ill, I would cover his medical expenses, and when he reached retirement age, I would provide him with a pension according to national requirements.
As for anything else—like care or affection—I’m sorry, but I can't give that because he wouldn't give me any either.
As for Mother, she had someone to take care of her, so I didn't need to worry too much.
Retirement planning was something that would come in ten or twenty years. We could talk about it then!
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