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It was precisely because of this rule that Wei Ran became the center of everyone's attention.
As a child, he was chubby and fair-skinned, and everyone loved to hold him and kiss him. This adoration led him to develop a reckless personality. He did not understand the concept of respecting others, as everyone catered to his whims. Whatever he wanted, he could obtain with just a cry. If he didn’t get it, he would throw a tantrum until the adults gave in.
When he was five years old, Old Master Wei passed away, plunging the Wei Family into chaos. At that time, I was six and Wei Ran was five. Everyone in the Wei Family was too busy fighting over the inheritance to pay any attention to us. Wei Ran would scream and shout at home, refusing to let anyone near him. His nurse tried to hold him but ended up getting bitten.
In desperation, they called for my mom. Because she had given birth to a girl, the Wei Family looked down on her. She watched every day as Wei Ran was showered with affection while I could only stay by her side, not even allowed to play outside. She felt jealousy, anger, and resentment.
She unleashed all these negative emotions onto Wei Ran. When no one was watching, she secretly locked him in a room. She didn’t give him food or water. When Wei Ran cried and fussed, she would hit him. For three days straight, he learned not to make a sound anymore. Only then did my mom let him out.
After that incident, Wei Ran changed.
He began to fear My Mom, no longer daring to cry or throw tantrums in front of her. But having been unruly for so long, how could he change so completely? He started to bully me even more. At that time, I was eight years old and already in the second grade.
Every day, I learned about truth, goodness, and beauty from my textbooks. Yet each time I returned home from school, I would be bullied by Wei Ran. He would cut my hair into shambles and push me down to the ground, encouraging the other children following him to hit me.
I cried and told my teacher and my parents. But the teacher dismissed it as mere childish play, while my parents thought it was normal for boys to be a bit mischievous. My Mom even said directly, "You are the older sister; you should let your younger brother have his way."
I felt isolated and helpless, living in a hellish existence every day. Wei Ran took pleasure in seeing me cry; every time I shed tears, he would be delighted. He snatched away my certificates of achievement, tearing them into pieces and throwing them on the ground. He said, "Certificates are useless. No matter how well you perform, it doesn't matter. You're a girl; when you grow up, you'll have to get married. None of this is useful!"
At that time, I was still young and didn't understand what gender discrimination meant. All I knew was that Wei Ran hated me—hated my achievements and hated my certificates. Every time I received an award, he would tear it apart. I could only secretly hide my certificates away and look at them alone.
Later, when Wei Ran entered elementary school, he performed poorly in his studies and consistently ranked at the bottom of his class. His teacher came to talk to My Mom many times, saying that he wasn't cut out for studying.
My mom didn’t care; she just wanted to raise Wei Ran. Once she handed him over to the Wei Family, she could re-enter their lives and claim a share of the family fortune.
Later on, Wei Ran entered middle school. He started dating a girl from the streets, who taught him how to bully his classmates. From that point on, Wei Ran became the ringleader of school bullying.
On the day the police handcuffed Yue Qing, he made a request. “Can you wait until I finish this Crab Roe Rice? My daughter loves it.”
Everyone was stunned by his words. I remembered when I was five years old, my mom took me to a street food market and bought me a serving of Crab Roe Rice. I had been greedy and ate too much, which made me vomit and have diarrhea. My mom panicked and rushed me to the hospital.
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