When they asked me to be their grandson's stepmother, I thought they were outrageous, they were crazy.
Later, they even asked me, who was on the verge of death, to be a donor.
Let me tell you about my older sister's situation. She owns a house and a shop.
As for the illness, it's not at a point where one should be happy. As long as one cooperates well, living for several more decades is not a problem.
But they felt that since they had that disease, it was a terminal illness, they needed training and help from others. They planned to transfer all their assets to their son and then start raising funds.
Oh, and she wants me to be her son's stepmother? That's outrageous.
That's getting off topic. I disagreed, so they started trying to smear me online.
All of this was a huge blow to me, and it caused my illness to flare up immediately.
I went out to relax and see a famous doctor.
I only found out after I came back that I wasn't their biological child; they had stolen me and brought me back because they wanted their daughter to have a better life.
I once thought, let it go.
Anyway, the truth has come out, and I no longer need to be blackmailed by them.
I have no reason to do these things and make people think I'm an ingrate.
Can.
I feel that there are certain things I have to do sometimes.
For example, this matter.
The world is vast and I am insignificant.
I want to do something, to use my meager strength to tell everyone.
Stealing children is illegal.
Kidnapping children is illegal.
The so-called debt of gratitude for raising and nurturing should not obscure the crime itself.
In fact, if she hadn't stolen me, she wouldn't have owed me any so-called debt of raising me.
My brother warned me that when I did this, I would face a lot of gossip and negative comments, and he was afraid that I would be affected.
Am I scared?
I'm scared!
I'm terrified; who would want to hear criticism?
But even if you're afraid, you still have to move forward.
By the way, I'm going to die, and I'm not afraid.
Death gave me the courage to do anything.
I hope I am that firefly's light.
It can briefly light up your hearts.
I am the victim and she is the perpetrator.
I'm going to sue.
They are suing my so-called adoptive mother, who is actually a criminal who stole my good child.
I have no fear.
When Mo Yan posted this Weibo post, everyone was in an uproar.
They couldn't believe what they had just seen.
The author they've always admired has gone through so much.
They had just seen posts on social media slandering their author, saying that he didn't care about his parents or his seriously ill sister; they never expected it to be like this.
Netizen: [This is such an ungrateful wretch! Even though I stole from you, I still gave you a stable life and raised you. The debt of gratitude for raising you is greater than heaven.]
Fan: [It's precisely because there are so many people with similar thoughts that our author took such a desperate gamble.]
Fan: [Everyone who buys a child and then steals another person's child believes that the debt of gratitude owed for raising them can erase all crimes.]
Fan: [Those abducted children are forced to give up the pursuit because of the so-called "favor of being raised" mentioned by others, so those people can avoid all responsibility.]
Fan: [Since there's no legal responsibility, more people will do it, because as long as they raise the child, they won't bear any legal consequences.]
Netizen: [While that makes sense, it still feels a bit too cold-blooded.]
Netizen: [I don't think they should sue. After all, their relationship over so many years must have been genuine.]
Fan: [Are you blind? They haven't treated this girl well at all; they've been leeching off her. And they even want her to be her grandson's stepmother? This is outrageous!]
Everyone was talking about it, and within two hours, it became a trending topic.
When Mo's parents found out, they immediately called.
Although it wasn't explicitly stated, many people knew it was them.
Seeing this situation, I was a little worried, afraid that it would affect other things, so I quickly called my daughter to ask.
"Momo, are you asleep?"
Mo's mother's voice was cautious.
"No, is there something you need?"
Before Mo's mother could figure out how to bring it up, Mo's father snatched the phone from her and spoke coldly, his voice tinged with reproach.
"We've seen some things online. Did you post that short essay?"
Their family is not an ordinary family, nor is it just a small workshop. They own a listed company, and every move their family members make affects the company.
Of course, his daughter had always been away from home and grew up in that kind of family, so she didn't understand the intricacies of the situation. He could understand that, and that was the difference between her and Mo Yao.
Mo Yao felt wronged and sad, but she was able to suppress her grievances. What she cared about most was their family and their company.
That's blaming.
Mo Yan heard it very clearly.
"Momo, why did you do this? You should have discussed it with us. No matter what it is, you can't make decisions alone. You represent not only yourself, but also us."
This is a form of questioning.
Mr. Mo was a little angry and wanted to yell at people, but he remembered that this was not the daughter he had raised, and their relationship was not very deep. He suppressed his anger again and again, and in the end, it turned into this.
“I know you don’t understand the intricacies of this, and you don’t know what kind of impact this will have, but I hope that in the future, when you take any action, you can give us a call, because this is not just your business, it also affects us and our company.”
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