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"Xiangbei, Xiangyang, I am your mother. The second son is dead, and the compensation money has long been divided up by you."

"Your mother really has no money to give you."

Meng Shuyun collapsed to the ground, looking at her eldest son Su Xiangbei and youngest son Su Xiangyang, who were ransacking the living room and bedroom, her eyes filled with regret and disappointment.

"How could we not have money! My second brother is a second-class martyr, and his pension is 100,000 yuan."

"You're an old lady who rarely leaves the house, how could you possibly need so much money?"

Su Xiangyang's face was full of disbelief. He squatted down, reached into Meng Shuyun's pocket, and his eyes were full of calculation.

Meng Shuyun slammed her cane hard against the back of his hand. "You unfilial son! I'm your mother! What do you think you're doing?!"

"What do I want to do?" Su Xiangyang sneered. "Shanshan is pregnant now, and I want to marry her. I want a dowry of 50,000 yuan."

Mother, you already ruined my marriage once, are you going to do it again?

"When I was 17, I only took 15 yuan, and you beat me half to death and wouldn't let me be with Shanshan."

We missed so many years because of you.

What kind of heartless mother is this? If you had just given me the money back then, I wouldn't have had to wait so many years to be with Shanshan. We might have had a child by now.

If I can't come up with the bride price, Shanshan won't marry me. Are you trying to ruin my marriage again?

Did you secretly hide the money on your person?

Su Xiangbei looked at her disapprovingly, frowning as he advised, "Mother, my younger brother needs money to get married, and I also need money to buy a house in the city."

Anyway, the second son is already dead, so it will be us two sons who will take care of you and support you in your old age.

What are you unwilling about? My younger brother and I will never forget your kindness today, Mother.

Meng Shuyun gasped for breath, looking at her two sons who harbored ulterior motives, her heart utterly turned cold.

"I've toiled for you two brothers for most of my life, and this is how you treat me..."

Tears streamed down Meng Shuyun's face as she looked at the two sons she had raised with despair, hoping to awaken a shred of conscience in them.

The two brothers exchanged a glance, convinced that the savings book for the pension was on their mother. They knelt down in unison, one searching her shirt pocket and the other her pants pocket.

Meng Shuyun raised her crutch and smashed it at the shoulders of the two men, cursing them as "beasts." She then struck Su Xiangyang on the ear with the crutch, causing him to gasp in pain.

"Mother, how cruel you are! You hit me on the head! You want to kill me!"

Am I still your son?!

Su Xiangyang's eyes were fierce. He covered his ear in pain and kicked down hard. He was so angry that he didn't hold back at all.

With a thud, Meng Shuyun fell backward, her head slamming hard against the corner of a solid wood table, leaving a hole from which blood gushed out.

The glaring red stain flowed into a pool, and both brothers panicked.

Su Xiangbei struck first, pointing his finger at Su Xiangyang's nose and cursing, "Su Xiangyang, are you even human? What if you die?"

"Tch! What kind of good person are you, brother?" Su Xiangyang scoffed, "You're all here for money, what are you so noble about? If you're dead, you're dead. I don't need to support you in your old age. You fell because you were old, what does it have to do with me?"

Su Xiangbei's face was grim. He glanced at it, then squatted down and continued searching.

Meng Shuyun felt as if her throat was being squeezed. She wanted to ask for help, but she couldn't utter a single word. She stared intently at her two good sons.

The two men found the bankbook in the inside pocket of their shirts, their faces glowing with the excited gleam of hungry wolves, completely ignoring their mother who was lying on the ground, barely alive...

The savings book was empty, without a single penny. Meng Shuyun's last five yuan had been snatched by her grandson that morning to buy candy.

Meng Shuyun raised her hand forcefully, but finally let it fall limply, her eyes filled with despair as she thought about her past.

When the second son received his pension, his two sons were more attentive than anyone else, showering him with sweet words.

Su Xiangbei: "Mom, I'll take care of you in your old age. I want to build a house, and I've found the biggest and brightest room for you, but I'm still a few tens of thousands of yuan short..."

Su Xiangyang: "Mom, everyone is going into business now. Your son has been to school, so I'm sure I'll earn more than them. Give me tens of thousands of yuan to invest. When I make money, I'll buy you a car and a big villa."

He had always favored sons over daughters, but he still loved his three daughters the most.

She worked hard without complaint, and never came back empty-handed, keeping her home spotless inside and out.

When the eldest daughter returned to her parents' home covered in injuries, she asked her family to stand up for her. She then said to her husband, "Just bear with it. Once you give birth to a son, you'll naturally stand tall, and your in-laws will treat you differently."

The second daughter worked at the supply and marketing cooperative and was treated like a free tool, forced to take things. At that time, she said, "Taking a little won't get us noticed. If you keep making excuses when we ask you to take something, how will your two younger brothers support you in the future?"

The third daughter left for the countryside without a word, secretly sending a letter asking for fifteen yuan for travel expenses. Su Xiangyang stole that fifteen yuan and only gave her a light beating.

The second son, Su Xiangnan, had served in the army for many years. The family relied on the allowances sent back home to support them. He returned home wounded but was forced to his death and was then drained of his last drop of blood by his two brothers.

Thinking of the two brothers' true colors and her three daughters, Meng Shuyun's eyes welled up with tears of regret.

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