Chapter 86 My Room

Deng Sisi was obviously startled. She turned around and saw it was me. A trace of panic flashed across her face. She whispered to the person on the other end of the phone, "My cousin is back. I'm hanging up first."

Then, as if nothing had happened, she came over and took my hand affectionately, "Sister Mengmeng, why didn't you tell me you were coming back?"

I frowned and looked at the messy bed she had made. "You haven't answered me yet. Why are you sleeping in my room?"

Deng Sisi said nonchalantly, "Our school dormitory only has 6 people in a room, and there is no private bathroom. The conditions are too poor, and I can't get used to it.

My aunt said that not getting enough rest would affect my studies. Since you only stay a few days a year, let me stay here so I can be with her."

Deng Sisi is two years younger than me, so she should be a sophomore this year.

But her grades were not very good. She repeated a grade for two years before she was able to get into a local junior college, which was about an hour's drive from her home, while mine was less than 15 minutes away.

My mother always said that she was a premature baby and had a weak constitution. After my aunt gave birth to Deng Sisi, she has been in poor health and often falls ill.

More than half of her salary was spent on medicine, and she had little energy to take care of the children.

My mother said that my aunt was pitiful, so when Deng Sisi was a child, she spent more time at my house than at her own home.

My mother originally treated Deng Sisi equally and treated her as her own daughter.

Whatever I have, she will have too, but Deng Sisi has been able to read people's expressions since she was a child and knows that gaining my mother's sympathy is in her best interest.

So she always acted weak in front of my mother, and I was raised by my grandmother to be a bit careless and heartless, and even a bit naughty when I was a child.

Gradually, my mother's balance began to lean towards Deng Sisi.

I don’t know when it started, but Deng Sisi became more important to my mother than me.

"The guest room downstairs is empty, why are you staying in my room?"

I tried to speak to her calmly. I was just going out to school and I was not going to stay away from home. How come when I got home, even my room was occupied by someone else?

"My aunt said the guest room doesn't have as much light as this one. Since you're not home most of the time, let me stay here first."

Deng Sisi's attitude when talking to me is different now. She always looked aggrieved before, but now, I don't know if it's because we've lived here for so long, but I actually feel a hint of provocation in her expression.

"I'm back now. Please take your things and move downstairs and return the room to me."

I kicked him out without any hesitation.

At this time the door opened and it was my mother who came back.

Deng Sisi's expression changed instantly. The provocation just now disappeared without a trace. Instead, she looked aggrieved and about to cry. She choked and called out, "Auntie~"

Damn it~ this green tea bitch! I cursed in my heart.

Sure enough, when my mother heard her aggrieved "Auntie", she immediately hurried upstairs.

Seeing that I was in the room, he gave me a dissatisfied look.

My mother looked at me and frowned, "Mengmeng, why didn't you tell me in advance that you were coming back?"

I was so angry. Was the person who answered my call yesterday a fake mother?

"Mom, I called yesterday."

I pointed at Deng Sisi again, "Besides, she's on winter vacation. How surprised would you be if I came home?"

My mother’s expression froze, “Oh, I wasn’t paying attention when you answered the phone, come back whenever you want.

Sisi is staying in this room now. You won't be staying at home for many days anyway, so don't bother moving around. You can sleep in the guest room downstairs."

My mother's words made Deng Sisi's eyes flash with pride, but she still looked aggrieved and sensible: "Aunt, I'm occupying Sister Mengmeng's room, and she's already angry. Now if I don't move out, she'll be even more unhappy."

Before I could show my unhappiness, my mother became unhappy first.

"Mengmeng, can you be more sensible? You won't be staying at home for many days, so why make Sisi go through so much trouble?

Why do you have to fight with Sisi for this room? The guest room has been cleaned, why can't you sleep in it?"