3.
Oh my god.
"They" actually prepared a big table of food waiting for me! Did Israel voluntarily withdraw from Gaza City? Or did Volodymyr Zelensky surrender to Emperor Pu? Or did Biden extend an olive branch to us?
stepmother laughs just like my biological mother: " Yun'er, how can you not come home for four years? I don't know if your mom and dad miss you so much that they can't even remember... Ugh, it's so hard to miss you! Look, as soon as your dad heard you were coming back, he started planning to make you a delicious meal. My poor child has suffered so much these past few years..." She said, squeezing out two crocodile tears as she spoke.
Although my Fatty Sister didn't look very lively, she still helped me pull out a chair: "Sit down quickly and eat."
Even my dad took the initiative to hand me the chopsticks, and my unruly brother didn't ruin the atmosphere by not showing up here.
Reaching out and not hitting a smiling face, although I ate a lot at my grandma and grandfather's house, I still sat down, after all, they were waiting for me. "Sister," while stuffing meat into her mouth, asked, "Whose car are you driving?" I noticed that "they" also stopped their chopsticks and waited for my answer.
I said, "He's my boyfriend."
Fatty Sister looked disappointed and asked, "Is he handsome? How tall is he? Does he have any suitable friends to introduce to me?"
I almost burst out laughing.
stepmother came to mediate: "Let's not talk about irrelevant things for now. Let your sister finish her meal." She poured me a glass of cola as she spoke.
My dad quickly shifted to the "main topic": "You're doing well outside now, your brother is also grown up, but we still don't have a house. Give him 500,000, we're not talking about big cities, in the county, 80-90 square meters is enough..."
My Fatty Sister interrupted: "This old house should be renovated. 400,000 can build two more floors... You provide the money, I won't get married, and I'll come back to take care of our parents with a live-in caregiver."
Damn it, the sound of your abacus beads can be heard from ten miles away.
I stood up and said, "My parents have passed away a long time ago. Even if I have money, I won't spend it on you!"
Fatty Sister's face changed color, and I knew she was about to lose her composure.
stepmother came out again and gave me a reassuring look, saying, "It's okay, your parents are still able to move around, and we have over ten acres of farmland at home. In addition to this income, your brother and sister also work to earn money. We're getting by just fine." My father stopped talking and just kept pouring himself drink after drink. I can't keep up the act much longer. I've seen grandfather and grandma. I feel like I'm going to throw up if I stay in this house any longer.
stepmother Tried hard to keep me: "You've finally come back, you should stay at home for at least one night. Don't listen to your sister's nonsense. Our family doesn't need your help." She also arranged: "You can sleep in your sister's room, we've changed everything for you. Your brother knows he was wrong and feels too embarrassed to come back and see you. Your dad will sleep in his room at night, and your sister will sleep with me. In the past, it was your mom's fault, always thinking of marrying you off to your brother. Now mom understands. You're doing well outside, can't you help the family?" She still holds on to her fantasy, but I didn't respond to her.
But since you didn't mention the matter of exchanging me for a bride, I'll just stay at home for the night. After all, I'll be leaving early tomorrow morning, so it's no big deal to accommodate a little.
There's a strong smell of cheap perfume in "Fatty Sister's" room. I opened my phone to live stream and interact with fans for a while, telling them that I had temporarily returned to my original family and would be returning tomorrow.
Someone knocked on the door, " bitch, would you like some hot water in your cup?" It was my dad's voice.
I Turned off the live stream got up and opened the door.
4.
The moment the door opened, a burlap sack came down over my head. I lifted my leg to kick, and someone took a blow to the stomach and fell down screaming. It sounded like my cheap brother.
I still wanted to exert force, but my legs were suddenly tightly held, and it felt like the big sister, who was like a meat mountain, had used a powerful move.
"Take him down, tie him up!" It was my dad's voice.
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