Chapter 83 No. 4 Sugar Cane Extra 2

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My name is Song Li, 48 years old.

Today, I specifically asked for leave. Even if the garbage manager threatened to deduct three times my salary, I couldn't care less. I had to go back to my parents' home.

must!

Just a few days ago, I accidentally discovered a secret, a huge secret!

It is simply unbelievable that my mother's precious son, my only brother and the root of my old Song family, is not the biological child of my parents.

For a moment, shock, malice, schadenfreude and indescribable joy were intertwined in my heart like lanterns.

I couldn't wait to get home and confirm it to my mother.

The salary is only a few dollars, if... haha.

I didn't say it in advance, but I was caught off guard. My mother was having lunch. I saw the Four Seasons Hotel logo printed on the packaging bag on the dining table, and I asked directly.

My mother almost choked to death.

I poured him a glass of water and looked at her, waiting for her answer.

She denied it.

Expected.

But I didn’t come empty-handed, I produced evidence.

The mother looked at the blood test, and the evidence was so ironclad that she had to admit it.

Even though I had already determined it, when I heard her admit it, I was still filled with anger and shouted to her with tears in my eyes: "Obviously I am your biological daughter, why do you treat him better than me!"

I feel aggrieved.

Really aggrieved.

All the grievances from childhood to adulthood burst out in this moment.

But my mother glanced at me lightly and pointed to the half-left takeout on the dining table: "I don't support him, how can you support me in my old age? Will you buy these things for me?"

I.

I have nothing to say.

The tears seemed to have been pressed on the pause button and stopped flowing.

Again, as a married daughter, it is impossible for me to buy these for my mother-in-law. Of course, I can't afford them either.

There seems to be some kind of tacit understanding between my mother and I.

They have the same secret and seem to get along pretty well.

At least, that's what I think.

Holding my mother's handle, I felt like I had been given a free-from-death card.

I started asking for money from my mother.

She has money.

Song Shi's salary was all in her hands, she wore gold and silver, and ate lunch that cost thousands of dollars a meal. She lived a more carefree life than anyone else.

As for me, the daughter, in middle age, Alexander has almost turned into a magical turtle.

I want money.

I threatened my mother that if she didn't give me money, I would tell Song Shi the secret, "When he knows that you are not his biological mother, let's see if he will still support you!"

This was my mother's seven inches, so she had to transfer the money to me obediently.

Cursing as he turned.

I don't care at all. Do I get scolded less? Just give me money.

As the old saying goes, everything is difficult without money.

Therefore, Song Shi is no longer a cash machine for her mother alone. With his salary, my pressure is much lessened. The skirt my daughter wants to buy, the mobile phone my son wants, and the fishing rod my husband wants are no longer a problem. , and also arranges a family trip every year.

The wedding room where my son got married was also paid in full.

The wedding was held with great splendor.

Song Shi sat alone in the corner, with thin cheeks and a lonely expression.

I rolled my eyes, mentally cursed the idiot and ignored him.

Because she had to "support" her daughter's family, the mother's life became visibly tight. For example, her usual one- to two-hundred-dollar lunch had to be cut in half.

I'm not stupid.

If it goes too far, my mother will definitely not comply, and then neither I nor she will be able to reconcile.

And so they continued without incident.

Until her death.

When my mother died, I knew my good days were over.

I breathed a sigh of relief, but my chest felt a little tight again, with dissatisfaction and anger fermenting inside.

Fortunately, there is still a house.

Fortunately, my mother had made a will before.

There will be no disputes.

My brother, who has been obedient, cowardly, and oppressed all his life, will definitely not rob me. I will successfully inherit the things of the old Song family.

However, I never expected that he would fight with me, he would actually fight with me!

What qualifications does he have!

What qualifications does he have for a wild man whose parents are unknown?

I am angry.

I called him a wolf-hearted person, called him shameless, and cursed him to go to the eighteenth level of hell.

But he asked me if I had known for a long time that he was not my biological child.

I raised my eyelids and gave him only two words, "You deserve it!"

Maybe he was really irritated. His eyes were red, veins were bulging, and his fingers almost poked my face. He said he would make me pay the price and drag my family with him to death.

From that day on, he went to my son's work, my daughter-in-law's work, and my daughter's and son-in-law's work. He also squatted outside my grandchildren's school and stared at them covertly.

I'm scared.

I had to agree to him.

He managed to negotiate the price down to 300,000, and then spent all his family's money to give it to him.

He took the money and disappeared, and it was said that he was going to harm his daughter.

I wasn't doing well either.

Although I got a house, my family was bleeding heavily. My son and daughter-in-law were dissatisfied with me. My husband also scolded me for not doing things well. My grandchildren had to think twice before buying things they liked. They no longer kissed me.

The house at home is small.

My daughter-in-law encouraged my son to drive us two old people to live in the old house where my mother had lived all her life. They also asked me to transfer the name of the house to their name.

I don’t know how my daughter found out about this.

She knocked on the door with her son-in-law and asked me if I wanted to favor sons over daughters.

I am covered in chicken feathers.

My son scolded her that she was just a daughter and dared to come to her parents’ house to ask for things. She was shameless!

My daughter called him a good-for-nothing who only knows how to feed his old age!

I don't know why the fight started.

I pulled and got hit a few times on the face. With a scream, the people who were pulling away all moved away. My daughter had a knife in her hand, and my son was lying on the floor with his chest stained red.

Later, the police car came, the ambulance came, and the funeral home called and said they could get a discount.

Is this a dream?

This must be a dream, right?

I covered my face and cried loudly in my dream. Why was this happening? Why is this happening!

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My name is Xu Yuling, 63 years old.

This is my tenth year in prison, ah, it should be my tenth year.

I can't remember clearly.

It's really been too long.

I thought I couldn't hold on, but I didn't expect that so many years have passed in a flash.

I woke up today with a headache. I took two pills and went to work. In the afternoon I couldn't hold on any longer, so I had to ask for leave and was sent back to my room to rest.

I was lying on the bed, the light was dim, I was very sleepy but couldn't fall asleep. Somehow, the first half of my life was playing in my mind like a movie.

Get married, have children, husband dies——

I think of that man, my husband. I actually don’t remember what he looks like. The things he did when he was still alive that moved me feel like they were in my previous life. The only thing I still remember is when he was dying. The disbelieving face in front of her, the eyes that seemed to be about to pop out of their sockets.

I really didn't mean to kill him, I couldn't help it!

Who told him to divorce me after finding out that Song Shi was not his son, and to kick me out of the house?

I can't.

I will be ruined and miserable.

He no longer wanted to go home, so I had no choice but to go to the factory to find him. I explained, but he didn't listen. He had already determined that my son was the father of someone else. He didn't believe me no matter how much I swore.

He doesn't believe it!

After that, we quarreled and moved hands. In panic, I pushed him.

I really didn't mean it.

He was caught in the machine, and blood splattered on my face and body like rain.

I ran away.

I was terrified.

I hid.

When he was discovered, I walked in pretending to be looking for someone.

In the dimness, I seemed to see a person. He was wearing blue overalls, his face was expressionless, and blood slowly flowed from his facial features. He stretched out his hands. I couldn't breathe. I knew that he was coming to take me away, and he was gone.

Debts owed must always be repaid.

(End of chapter)