83. Chapter 83 Sugar Cane No. 4 Extra 2

Author: You 7

Chapter 83 Sugar Cane No. 4 Extra 2

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My name is Song Li, 48 years old.

Today, I specifically asked for leave. Even if the garbage manager threatened to deduct three times my salary, I couldn't care less. I had to go back to my parents' home.

must!

Just a few days ago, I accidentally discovered a secret, a huge secret!

It is simply unbelievable that my mother's precious son, my only brother and the root of my old Song family, is not the biological child of my parents.

For a moment, shock, malice, schadenfreude and indescribable joy were intertwined in my heart like a lantern.

I couldn't wait to go home and confirm it to my mother.

The salary is only a few dollars, if... haha.

I didn't say it in advance, but I was caught off guard. My mother was having lunch. I saw the Four Seasons Hotel logo printed on the packaging bag on the dining table, and I asked directly.

My mother almost choked to death.

I poured him a glass of water and looked at her, waiting for her answer.

She denied it.

As expected.

But I didn’t come empty-handed, I produced evidence.

The mother looked at the blood test, and the evidence was so ironclad that she had to admit it.

Even though I had already determined it, when I heard her admit it, I was still filled with anger and shouted to her with tears: "I am obviously your biological daughter, why do you treat him better than me!"

I feel aggrieved.

Really aggrieved.

All the grievances from childhood to adulthood burst out in this moment.

But my mother glanced at me lightly and pointed to the half-left takeout on the dining table: "I don't support him, how can you support me in my old age? Will you buy these things for me?"

I.

I have nothing to say.

The tears seemed to have been pressed on the pause button and stopped flowing.

Again, as a married daughter, it is impossible for me to buy these for my mother-in-law. Of course, I can't afford them either.

There seemed to be some kind of tacit understanding between my mother and I.

They share the same secret and seem to get along pretty well.

At least, that's what I think.

Holding my mother's hand, I felt like I had received a gold medal to avoid death.

I started asking for money from my mother.

She has money.

Song Shi's salary was all in her hands, she wore gold and silver, and ate lunch that cost thousands of dollars. She lived a more leisurely life than anyone else.

As for me, the daughter, in middle age, Alexander has almost turned into a magical turtle.

I want money.

I threatened my mother that if she didn't give me money, I would tell Song Shi the secret, "When he knows that you are not his biological mother, let's see if he will still support you!"

This is my mother's seven inches, so she had to transfer the money to me obediently.

Cursing as he turned around.

I don't care at all, am I getting scolded less? Just give me money.

As the old saying goes, everything is difficult without money.

Therefore, Song Shi is no longer a cash machine for her mother alone. With his salary, my pressure is much lessened. The dress my daughter wants to buy, the mobile phone my son wants, and the fishing rod my husband wants are no longer a problem.

, we also arrange a family trip every year.

The wedding room where my son got married was also paid in full.

The wedding was held with splendor.

In Song Dynasty, a man sat alone in the corner, his cheeks were thin and his expression was lonely.

I rolled my eyes, cursed in my mind, "Idiot," and ignored him.

Because she had to "support" her daughter's family, the mother's life became visibly tight. For example, her usual one- to two-hundred-dollar lunch had to be cut in half.

I'm not stupid.

If it goes too far, my mother will definitely not comply, and then neither I nor she will be able to reconcile.

And so they continued without incident.

Until her death.

When my mother died, I knew that my good days were over.

I breathed a sigh of relief, but my chest felt a little tight again. Inside, I was dissatisfied and angry.

Fortunately, there is still a house.

Fortunately, my mother had made a will before.

There will be no disputes.

My brother, who has been obedient, cowardly, and oppressed all his life, will definitely not rob me. I will successfully inherit the old Song family's things.

However, I never expected that he would fight with me, that he would actually fight with me!

What qualifications does he have!

What qualifications does he have for a man whose parents are unknown?

I am angry.

I called him a wolf-hearted man, called him shameless, and cursed him to go to the eighteenth level of hell.

But he asked me if I had known for a long time that he was not my biological child.

I raised my eyelids and gave him only two words, "You deserve it!"

Maybe he was really irritated. His eyes were red, veins were bulging, and his fingers almost poked my face. He said he would make me pay the price and drag my family with him to death.

From that day on, he went to my son's workplace to make trouble, to my daughter-in-law's workplace, to my daughter's and son-in-law's workplace to make trouble. He even squatted outside my grandchildren's school and stared at them covertly.

I'm scared.

I had to agree to him.

He negotiated the price down to 300,000, and spent all his family's money to give it to him.

He took the money and disappeared, and it was said that he was going to harm his daughter.

I wasn't doing well either.

Although I got a house, my family was bleeding heavily. My son and daughter-in-law were dissatisfied with me. My husband also scolded me for not doing things well. My grandchildren had to think twice before buying things they liked. They no longer kissed me.

The house at home is small.

My daughter-in-law encouraged my son to drive the two elders of us to live in the old house where my mother had lived all her life. They also asked me to transfer the name of the house to their name.

I don’t know how my daughter found out about this.

She came to the door with her son-in-law and asked me if I wanted to favor sons over daughters.

I am covered in chicken feathers.

My son scolded her that she was just a daughter and dared to come to her parents’ house to ask for things. She was shameless!

My daughter calls him a loser who only knows how to feed his old age!

I don't know why the fight started.

I pulled and was hit several times on the face. With a scream, the people who were pulling me all moved away. My daughter had a knife in her hand, and my son was lying on the floor, his chest stained red.

Later, the police car came, the ambulance came, and the funeral home called and said they could get a discount.

Is this a dream?

This must be a dream, right?

I covered my face and cried in my dream, why is this happening? Why is this happening!

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To be continued...