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My younger brother stared at me. "Did something stimulate you?"
I looked at him. "Yeah, I was stimulated. Are you satisfied now?"
"Don't you all wish I were dead? You'd be happy if I died, right?"
My brother couldn't look me in the eye. "I-I didn't mean that..."
I stared at him. "Then what do you mean?"
He fell silent.
Dad held his wine glass and said angrily, "You come back and start arguing right away. Can't anyone eat in peace?"
I looked at him. "Dad, is it me who doesn't want you to eat?"
"Isn't it you all who don't want me to eat?"
Mom pulled me aside. "Oh, today is Dad's birthday; let's not argue."
I looked at her. "Mom, do you not want me to argue, or do you not want Dad to argue with me?"
Mom's expression changed. "What do you mean by that?"
I smiled. "Am I wrong?"
"Over the years, everything I've bought has been used by Dad."
"The clothes I bought were worn by my brother, the furniture I bought was used by him, and the car I bought is driven by him."
"When have you ever thought about me?"
"So what if I earn more? Does that mean I should be your servant?"
"If Mengxi earns less, does that mean he should be even less of a servant to you?"
My brother quietly said, "The money Brother-in-law spends on Mom and Dad isn't as much as yours."
I glared at him. "If it's not as much as mine, then how much is it?"
My brother fell silent.
Dad's face turned dark. "If you don't want to eat, then get lost!"
I looked at him. "Dad, do you know why I don't want to come here?"
"Because in the eyes of those I love, everything I do is right."
"In the eyes of those who hate me, everything I do is wrong."
"If you think Mengxi is good, then let him be your son."
"I'm not serving anymore."
I walked away with my bag.
When I reached downstairs, I heard my parents crying and my brother cursing.
What were they cursing me for?
I didn't know, and I didn't care anymore.
Mengxi didn't last a month before he coming to find me on their own.
The meeting place was chosen at a café.
I was surprised: "You don't want to divorce me anymore?"
Mengxi coldly replied, "If I say it, I'm afraid you won't be able to handle it."
"Go ahead."
"The house will be yours, the car is mine, and the savings will be split in half."
I shook my head: "Forget about the savings; my salary is higher than yours."
Mengxi got angry: "Isn't your money my money?"
"So what if I earn more? No one wants me anyway."
I nodded: "Yes, you're right."
"Then let's do it this way."
Mengxi was stunned: "You... you agreed?"
I stared at him: "Why wouldn't I agree?"
We completed the divorce procedures in anger.
In the end, Mengxi looked at me and said, "I'm sorry."
"I was wrong; you are indeed very outstanding. I'm not worthy of you."
"You are too strong; you've never trusted me or relied on me."
"Your parents and your brother are really annoying. I can't stand it, and neither can you."
"Xia Ran, I'm sorry..."
I shook my head. "No need to apologize. I'm letting you go."
I walked away with the divorce certificate in hand.
Halfway down the road, I received a call from my mom.
"Xiao Ran, did you get divorced?"
"Yeah."
"Why didn't you tell me?"
I laughed. "What would I tell you for? To help me with the divorce procedures?"
My mom was silent for a moment. "What are your plans now?"
I sighed. "I want to quit my job and take a break for a while."
"Then why don't you add my name to the house? That way, if you two get back together, the house will be joint property."
I found it amusing. "Mom, I didn't get divorced for you guys."
"I bought the house; I live here. Why should I add your name?"
My mom became unhappy. "Why are you being so disobedient?"
"What if you two reconcile in the future?"
"What if you buy another house?"
"If you have a house, you won't have to work so hard."
"If you buy us a house, we wouldn't feel right taking advantage of you anymore."
"Just live your life well."
I hung up the phone.
That night, I lay in bed, tossing and turning unable to sleep.
I didn't want to stay in this city any longer.
Everywhere here was filled with memories of me and Mengxi.
Everywhere I look, I see my parents and my younger brother.
I don't want to be found by them anymore.
I also don't want to be found by Yiyi.
I want to escape from here.
Far away from all the troubles.
A week later, I applied to transfer to another province.
The company leader hesitated, "Xiao Lu has been wanting to transfer there, and I agreed. Now with you wanting to go, it puts me in a difficult position."
I replied calmly, "President Liu, Xiao Lu is going there for her boyfriend."
"I'm going there to escape from my husband."
"You understand what I mean, right?"
President Liu nodded, "I understand, I will ask him when I get back."
A week later, I boarded a plane to City S.
Yiyi called me several times, but I didn't answer.
I don't blame her, but I don't want to see her.
...
Six months after arriving in City S, I received a call from my mom.
"Xiao Ran, where are you?"
"Out of town."
"Can you come back for a visit?"
"What's wrong?"
Mom hesitated for a moment, "I'm sick."
I was stunned, "What kind of illness?"
Mom stammered and didn't say anything.
I booked a flight for that day and rushed back.
By the time I arrived at the hospital, it was already 8 PM.
My mother lay on the hospital bed, her face pale. When she saw me, her eyes lit up: "Xiao Ran, you're back?"
I looked at her and asked, "How long have you been here?"
She lowered her head and replied, "Half a month."
I held back my anger and said, "Why aren't you in a private room?"
She smiled awkwardly, "Saving a little is better than nothing..."
Looking at her, I suddenly felt anxious: "What exactly is your illness?"
She remained silent.
I turned and walked towards the doctor's office.
My mother quickly grabbed my arm: "Don't go, don't go. The doctor said it's not a big problem..."
Her voice grew softer.
I pushed open the door to the doctor's office, and a wave of smoke hit me.
Frowning, I walked in and saw several doctors in white coats gathered together chatting.
They paused when they saw me: "Who are you?"
I said, "I'm the daughter of Bed 3, Zhao Guirong. What illness does my mother have?"
The surgeon glanced at me: "You don't know?"
I shook my head: "I don't know."
The surgeon handed me a report: "You can see for yourself."
I leaned in and noticed one part of the report was circled.
Below it was a letter: Ca.
Ca.
Cancer.
Everything went black before my eyes.
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