At my ex-boyfriend's engagement banquet, I appeared in full attire. He thought I was there to cause trouble, but I smiled very kindly and said, "We'll all be family from now on, no need...
Chapter 88: The Age of Repaying a Killer’s Life
Is my aunt in the hospital? Because of my mom, we rarely go to my aunt's house. Since my grandma passed away, my aunt and I have only seen each other a few times. But Deng Sisi often comes to my house. My mom will drive to pick her up and let her stay at my house during the holidays.
Every time she said that my aunt's family was not well off and that Sisi's life was too miserable, she would buy her a bunch of things and give her a lot of pocket money, even more than I did.
If Deng Sisi likes something of mine, as long as she looks at it a few more times with a wronged look, my mother will decide to give it to her.
I cried to my dad about this a lot, but he just consoled me by saying, "They're just a few little things. Just give them to her, and I'll buy you some later."
In this way, more than ten years passed by with ups and downs.
In the past, they were just small things, but this time Deng Sisi did something big to me. She took over my room. I’m afraid she will replace me next.
"My aunt is sick and in the hospital. Why doesn't Deng Sisi go to the hospital to accompany her?"
"Sisi is still a child, there's no need for her to accompany her." My mother said without thinking.
I sneered, "When I was 16, you were sick and hospitalized, and Dad was away on a business trip. I stayed with you for several nights. Deng Sisi is already 18 this year, and she's at the age where she has to pay for her murder."
My mother choked and became angry again, "Xia Yimeng, I gave birth to you and raised you. Is it worth mentioning that you stayed with me all night when I was sick? Isn't that what you should do?"
"My aunt gave birth to her and raised her. She is already 18 years old. Why can't she stay up all night with me?" I retorted, refusing to give in.
"Sisi has been weak since she was a child. How can you let her stay up late? How can you be so vicious that you can't bear to see Sisi have a good life." My mother looked really angry. If Sisi and I weren't two years apart in age, I would have suspected that I had taken the wrong child away and that Sisi was her biological daughter.
I suddenly felt very tired and didn't want to argue anymore. I thought, you can never wake up a person who pretends to be asleep. My mother is determined to protect Deng Sisi, and whatever I say is wrong.
"Forget it, I don't want to argue anymore. I'll go back to school after the New Year. She can want whatever she wants in this family. As long as my dad agrees, I'll even give her the house." After saying that, I turned around and went downstairs.
"Xia Yimeng! What's your attitude?" My mother was still furious.
"With this attitude, she stole my things and still wants me to coax her? Who does she think she is?" I walked into the guest room without looking back and closed the door.
The guest room downstairs is usually unoccupied. Originally, Deng Sisi would come and stay there occasionally on weekends or holidays.
The guest rooms do not have separate bathrooms, so you have to go to the public bathroom in the living room to use the toilet or take a shower, which is quite inconvenient.
Because the guest room had been unoccupied for a long time and the door had been closed, the floor heating in the room was not turned on, so it was extremely cold as soon as I entered. Although the floor heating was comfortable to use, its disadvantage was that it heated up slowly. It took at least 12 hours for the room to warm up after it was turned on.
The room temperature in the guest room was only 12 degrees Celsius, and I shivered as soon as I entered.
My mother knew that I would be coming back today and planned to let me stay in the guest room, but she didn't even bother to turn on the floor heating in this room in advance.
It was so cold that I had to turn on the air conditioner again. Unfortunately, in the north, the heating effect of the air conditioner is not very good in winter, and the wind it blows out is not warm.
I silently put on my down jacket again.
When I opened the wardrobe, I saw that all my clothes had indeed been taken out, but they were just piled up in a mess, and they fell all over the floor as soon as I opened the door.