Jiang Xin, who deals with daily necessities, is no longer as confused as she was in her previous life. She has now learned to think and understands what the gap is.

Although Yanling often manipulated her, Jiang Xin came into contact with people living at the bottom of society, learned about the hardships of life, and realized how unattainable the Ye family was.

When she got home, Jiang Xin was unusually assertive and told Yanling that he should do his own laundry, cook, and mop the floor from now on.

However, under Yan Ling's few words of suppression, Jiang Xin obediently went into the bathroom to wash clothes. She wanted to prove herself, to prove that she was no longer the eldest daughter of the Ye family, and that she could live well even without the Ye family.

She didn't understand what was wrong with her. She was trying to be assertive, but as soon as she saw Yanling, she reverted to her timid and submissive self.

She felt that she didn't love Yanling as much anymore, but she still regarded his words as divine pronouncements.

To her, Yanling was like a vampire. Since she got together with him, her life hadn't gotten better; instead, she was getting more and more tired every day.

Moreover, Yanling's emotions are unstable; she often complains and blames others, bringing herself only negative emotions and no positive energy.

They lived together for four months. Yanling ate her food and drank her drinks, but didn't give her a single penny. He even made her wash his clothes every day and insisted that the clothes be hand-washed.

Her hands, soaked in water every day to wash clothes, were no longer as soft as they used to be, but Yanling was oblivious to all of this.

The endless housework and Yanling's accusations and suppression made Jiang Xin feel very wronged and suffocated, and she developed depression.

Fortunately, it was discovered early, and with Jiang Xin's active cooperation in treatment, things didn't develop in the worst possible direction.

However, when Yanling learned that she had depression, her first reaction was not to feel sorry for her, but to ridicule her, saying that she had a "prostitute's disease" and that ordinary people would never have time to get this disease.

They even said she was just being pretentious.

This time, Jiang Xin packed her things and left the apartment she rented. She could no longer live with Yan Ling; Yan Ling's negative energy had too much of an impact on her.

Before leaving, Jiang Xin sent Yan Ling a long text message, telling him that she was sick and that she would be leaving temporarily so as not to delay him.

After receiving the text message, Yanling did not ask where Jiang Xin had gone. He packed his things and went back to his uncle's house.

Yanling's mother divorced his father a long time ago. She looked down on his father's poverty and incompetence, and after the divorce, she became someone else's mistress.

After his father passed away, Yanling was taken in and raised by his uncle, and he has lived in his uncle's house for many years.

Yanling pushed open the familiar iron gate and called out, "I'm back!"

The aunt, who was cutting fruit in the kitchen, froze on her face. Why was he back again?

The months Yanling was away from home were the happiest days for her aunt.

My aunt felt much more relaxed now that she didn't have to wash his clothes, clean his room, or prepare meals for him.

But why is he back? Didn't he go out to live with his girlfriend?

After putting the things away, Yanling immediately asked her aunt, "Auntie, is there anything to eat? I'm hungry."

My aunt forced a smile: "I'll make it for you right away."

Auntie glanced around the living room and saw Yanling sitting on the sofa, playing on his phone with one hand and eating the fruit he had just cut with the other.

She kept reassuring herself not to be angry and not to argue with the younger generation.

After cooking the wontons and bringing them out, Yanling finished eating them in no time. He wiped his mouth with a tissue, then got up and went back to his bedroom.

Looking at the empty bowls on the table, the aunt felt a pang of frustration. She was almost 30, living at her uncle's house, and yet she didn't know to clear the table after eating, let alone wash the dishes.

The aunt felt very wronged. She was like a nanny at home, serving her own daughter and husband, and now she also had to serve her husband's nephew.

I get up at 6 a.m. every morning to make breakfast for them. They're not very good at cooking, but they're very picky eaters.

She insisted on eating steamed buns made by her own hands, saying that the ones bought outside were unhygienic.

The noodles must be hand-pulled, because they are said to be chewy and springy.

For so many years, the three men in her family have taken her hard work for granted, enjoying her service without a second thought.

My aunt gritted her teeth, deliberately threw herself to the ground, and then cried out in pain.

Upon hearing her voice, Yanling came out of the room, helped his aunt up from the ground, and asked her if she was alright.

Auntie, supporting her back, said she was fine, just twisted her waist and it wasn't serious. Then she asked Yanling to help her to the bedroom to lie down.

My uncle and cousin came back in the afternoon. They knew about my aunt's injury and told her to rest in bed.

My uncle cooked dinner; the food was just okay, barely passable.

After finishing their meal, the three of them stared at each other at the table. The uncle spoke first: "I cooked today, so you guys wash the dishes."

Yanling glanced at her cousin and told her to wash the dishes.

My cousin has been spoiled by her aunt since she was a child and has never done any housework. She was unhappy when she heard this.

Her eyes widened: "You go wash! I'm the youngest, it's not my turn to wash!"

My aunt listened to their argument from inside the house, a smile playing on her lips.

In the end, the uncle tried to smooth things over by saying he would wash the clothes and telling the two children to stop arguing.

After my uncle finished cleaning the kitchen and mopping the floor, he had just entered the bedroom when my aunt asked him to go to the bathroom to wash clothes.

My uncle looked dejected, and the dirty clothes in the bathroom made him feel dizzy.

He pretended not to see it, took a shower, and went back to his room to sleep.