Zhang Xiaoling said with a sullen face, "Why are you so stingy? You haven't worn my clothes enough? All these years, you've been wearing my clothes, so what if I wear yours just once?"
It would have been fine if she hadn't mentioned this. As soon as she mentioned this, Zhang Xiaojuan felt even more aggrieved. "That's nice to say, but everything I wear is yours. Which of my clothes wasn't given to me by you because you wore them out and didn't want to wear them anymore? If my parents weren't partial and bought you two pieces instead of just one, I wouldn't wear yours."
"You..." Zhang Xiaoling was speechless after being rebuked. She turned to look at Zhang's mother and said, "Mom, look at Xiaojuan. She's arguing with me. She's like this before she even gets married. I wonder what she'll be like after she gets married."
Zhang's mother's face darkened when she heard this. "Xiaojuan, is this how you think of your father and me? How have I ever been bad to you? Your sister is older, so I bought it for her. The older one wears it, and the younger one wears it. Isn't it like that in every family?"
After scolding Zhang Xiaojuan a few times, Zhang's mother saw that her face looked a little strange, and then she changed her tone, tears streaming down her face, and she started to act pitiful.
"If our family wasn't poor, your father and I would have bought one for each of you or something. You're saying this now, aren't you just poking at my heart?"
She really didn't like her daughter Zhang Xiaojuan. Zhang Xiaoling was her first child, so she naturally loved her. She was very happy about her second child and hoped to give birth to a son. At that time, everyone said that her belly was round, so she must be pregnant with a son.
Zhang's father also hoped that she could give birth to a son, but after waiting for several months, she gave birth to a daughter. In addition, Zhang Xiaojuan and Zhang Xiaoling were quite close in age, so she could not take care of two children.
She left Zhang Xiaojuan to be raised by her mother-in-law. When Zhang Xiaojuan was six years old, her mother-in-law passed away, so she took Zhang Xiaojuan to live with her. However, she didn't raise her by her side, so their relationship was not that good.
Over the years, it has become a habit.
But now Zhang Xiaojuan is getting engaged to Lin Rui and she is older. She can no longer scold him as she did before, otherwise it will be troublesome if he is not on the same page with her in the future.
Zhang Xiaojuan softened a little when her mother started crying. "Didn't I say anything all these years?"
Mother Zhang wiped away her tears and said, "Xiaoling is your sister. If you don't help introduce her, I won't say anything. Lend her your clothes so that she can dress up nicely. If Lin Feng falls in love with her, you two can be together in the future, and you'll have someone to take care of you in the Lin family. Isn't this also for your own good?"
The Lin family is so good at making money. In two years, maybe they can build a building. Then both daughters can live in the building, and she will be proud if the news gets out.
Besides, when the two daughters take control of the finances, maybe they can help their family build a new building with tiles.
"After all, aren't you biased towards her?" Zhang Xiaojuan felt sad again after hearing what her mother said.
She didn't want to marry into the same family as Zhang Xiaoling at all. She had been oppressed by Zhang Xiaoling for so many years. If she married the two brothers, wouldn't she be oppressed even more?
"I'm begging you, can you please lend your sister my clothes?" Mother Zhang said, and made a gesture as if she was about to kneel down.
"Alright, alright." Zhang Xiaojuan was so driven that tears came out, and she said loudly, "Can't I just give her the clothes to wear?"
Thinking about the clothes Lin Rui bought for her, which she hadn't even worn yet and was about to give to Zhang Xiaoling, she felt so heartbroken.
"Xiaojuan, Mom knows you are the most sensible."
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