Chapter 119: Robbing the Rich to Help the Poor

When my mother heard me say this, she immediately became anxious: "Mengmeng, I taught you since you were a child that you shouldn't be so stingy. What's wrong with sharing some of your things with your sister? Is this something you still remember?

When you were little, you had everything you wanted. Sisi doesn't have as much to eat or use as you do, so what's wrong with giving her some things?"

I looked at my mother expressionlessly: "So you are a knight who robs the rich and helps the poor. Why didn't you tell me earlier? I thought I was not your biological child.

If I had known you had such a chivalrous heart, I would have persuaded my father to give half of the family property to my aunt's family, so that you wouldn't have to worry about my little fortune for Deng Sisi all the time."

My father's face turned serious and he scolded me, "What nonsense are you talking about? Giving them half of the family property? There's no such thing."

I said nonchalantly, "Instead of letting my mother work so hard trying to take advantage of me for her niece, it would be better to give them half once and for all.

Now that the two families have the same life, will she be able to treat them equally? Otherwise, my mother will always act like I owe Deng Sisi something."

My dad's face darkened, and he looked at my mom in silence. My mom said awkwardly, "How could I have known Mengmeng was such a stingy and vindictive kid?"

"The generous Deng Sisi never even gave me a rubber band." I added coldly.

Deng Sisi didn't dare to say a word. My father didn't wait for my mother to say anything else. He said with a stern face, "Let Sisi go back to the county town in a few days to accompany her mother. It's okay for her to stay here during the weekdays, but it's not appropriate for her to not be home during the New Year.

Besides, Mengmeng and Sisi don’t get along, so there’s no need to force them together.

Her aunt is still in the hospital, and as her daughter, she should go and stay with her for a few days."

Dad is so wise! With Sisi living here, this home doesn’t feel like mine anymore.

My mother's face was frighteningly dark, but she didn't say anything else. After all, she was in the wrong. She just glared at me again, and I pretended not to see it.

Deng Sisi pursed her lips tightly and her face turned pale. I knew that she was extremely reluctant to leave before Zhang Youming came to my house.

But I refused to let her get what she wanted, so I deliberately said, "After Sisi goes to the hospital to accompany her aunt, I'll ask my classmates to come over. This way, they don't have to stay in a hotel. I'll stay in my own room. The two guest rooms downstairs are just enough for them." I smiled innocently without any ulterior motives.

"Okay, let the students stay at our house. It's not that we don't have enough space for them. Don't let people laugh at us for not being hospitable enough." My dad agreed very much.

Huang Tianyi and Zhang Youming's families are richer than mine. As my father is smart, he certainly wants me to make friends with such classmates. He knows very well that we are classmates now, but we will become connections in the future.

Deng Sisi moved her lips, my mother winked at her, and she lowered her head again.

I knew she would definitely not be willing to miss such an opportunity, and I couldn't stop her. Regardless of anything else, I would kick her out first and let me have two days of peace and quiet.

On the night of New Year's Eve, our family of three and a bonus guest had a New Year's Eve dinner together. My mother looked at Deng Sisi with a loving face, as if she was looking at her own long-lost daughter, and kept picking up food for her.

"Sisi, it's rare for you to spend the New Year at your aunt's house, so don't be polite. Just help yourself to whatever you like."

I looked at her bowl, which never got empty, and said coldly, "She needs a chance to help herself. Why don't you give her an empty bowl?"

After saying that, I turned my head to watch the Spring Festival Gala, no longer looking at their loving mother and filial son appearance. I admit that I was very jealous. Why was my mother so gentle and loving to others, but always cold and scolding me?

At this time, my father's cell phone rang, and he was serving dumplings in the kitchen.

There were only three letters YQW on the screen, and I knew at once that it must be Ye Qiwen, my father's mistress.