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At the moment when Lin Xuanning told me that he was unwilling to marry me, I suddenly felt that almost all of my previous persistence was wrong.
I have always believed that marriage is not suitable for an Alpha like me, regardless of whether or not I am S-class, it is not suitable.
Since I was very young, I have had a strong aversion to marriage. At one point, I couldn't even understand why people would want to get married, why they would want to start a family. My childhood, which was different from the typical family, only strengthened this idea. Therefore, for me, or rather in my inherent concept, marriage is the most unreliable thing compared to money.
It is said that women are jealous, men are fickle, and human nature is changeable. However, marriage locks these two people with their seven emotions and six desires using just a small red booklet. Before obtaining this booklet, they deliberately blunt their sharp claws in front of others, disguising all their seven emotions, six desires, and selfishness under a glamorous appearance, pretending to confuse each other and then obtaining the sex or love they want. When the goal is achieved, with the booklet in hand, the person is also obtained, and all the flaws will gradually be revealed over time.
Just like my parents.
My mother comes from a humble background. She is a reserved, hardworking, and traditional Omega female.
However, in her parents' traditional family values, the belief that women without talent are virtuous still prevailed. Because my mother also had an older brother and a younger brother, she was stubbornly raised to be a thrifty and diligent homemaker type of woman.
Therefore, at the so-called most suitable age for marriage, my mother met my father through a matchmaker. She was attracted to my father's cheerful personality and handsome appearance. Moreover, in that era when everyone knew their neighbors, although my father was poor, he was known as a kind-hearted person. They got married less than a year after they met.
In that era, as the monogamous system became more entrenched in everyone's minds, anyone who went out to find another woman, had an affair, or kept a "third party," regardless of gender, the one at fault would generally become a pariah, while the innocent party would also become the subject of gossip among neighbors.
Therefore, after my dad's infidelity, the one who had it harder was actually my mom. She was melancholic every day, quietly closing the door of the breakfast shop and locking herself in the dark and gloomy little house. Across from her was a small stool, and she wanted me to sit up straight on it.
"When I first met your dad, he wore glasses and had a scholarly air. He was always willing to help out in the neighborhood. We were of similar age and got to know each other through mutual acquaintances. Eventually, we became a couple, got married, and then you came along."
"She's just like the character Xianglin Sao in a novel. Whenever she faces me, she loves to go on and on about how she and my dad got to know each other through mutual acquaintances, how they fell in love, and how my dad was so good to her in the past, and how she has sacrificed for both my dad and me."
From dawn to darkness.
I heard from some old people about my mother's past. Because she was used to following the rules and rarely left the house, she tended to overthink things when she was young. She was very introverted, and her family didn't want her to marry my father because of his poverty. She also didn't have many friends to talk to. With nowhere to vent her frustrations, she ended up directing all her pent-up anger at me when I was young.
The breakfast shop didn't open, so there was no income at home. My dad was too busy supporting the third party outside and never sent a penny home. I was so young at that time, and when there was no food, I just cried out of hunger. Sometimes my crying could pull my mom out of her constant nagging world, but then she would complain that I only knew how to eat and sleep, and eventually she would start hitting me when she heard me cry.
At that time, we lived in a simple house with thin walls, and the crying of a child quickly caught the attention of the neighbors. The neighbors and community members wanted to contact my mom's parents about the situation, but they used the excuse that a daughter who is married is like water thrown out, and my dad, because he was tired of my mom's constant nagging over trivial matters, secretly brought his own parents to his and the other woman's house. So, the neighbors had no choice but to contact the orphanage.
I was actually unwilling to go to the orphanage, but at that time, I couldn't bear the hunger and my mom's unstable mental state, so I had to go for survival.
The day Omega Aunt from the orphanage came to pick me up, my mom acted like a madwoman for the first time, hysterically chasing the car and clinging to the door, demanding that I get out of the car.
"You ungrateful child! Get out of here!"
"If it weren't for you! If you weren't a mediocre Alpha, your dad wouldn't have abandoned us mother and son!"
"I wish I had never given birth to you, then I wouldn't be like this!"
These words lingered in the depths of my memory until I reached adulthood. At that time, I was young and didn't quite understand the meaning of my mother's words. But the whispered conversations of the adults around me were unbearable, making it impossible for me to forget.
"No wonder no man wants her with that kind of mental illness."
"She has no ability herself and blames her child. What kind of crazy woman is this?"
"Sure enough, flies don't bite seamless eggs. This woman usually keeps quiet, turns out she's a lunatic. This family is mentally unstable. Don't give birth to another Little lunatic."
"What right do you have to curse my mom!"
I don't know where I got the strength at that moment. As soon as those people started saying nasty things, I broke free from those Omega aunts and pushed open the car door. I kicked an Alpha who was insulting my mom.
Gradually, more people around started calling me "Little lunatic," a wild-eyed wolf that they didn't know. I couldn't understand and was pushed to the ground by several adults.
Because during that time I didn't eat much, I looked pale and thin like a little chick. Although the Omega aunt at the orphanage was nice to me, it didn't mean that the group of well-meaning little Alphas would be nice to me as well.
They formed a gang early on, not only hating me as an outsider Alpha, but also assuming that I have a rebellious nature because I don't like to talk. They wanted to mold me into their follower and make me do their bidding.
I was often bullied and beaten by them until one day, they somehow found out about my family and called me a "little lunatic."
"Little lunatic, I heard your mom went crazy after being abandoned by a man, is that true?"
Upon hearing this, I clenched my fists while being pinned to the ground. I've long forgotten the specific details, but I do know that when the Omega aunts from the orphanage arrived, all those who had bullied me were lying on the ground.
Perhaps because of anger, I awakened the potential of S-Class Alpha, and since then, not even a small Alpha dares to provoke me, not even the adults in the orphanage.
However, unexpectedly, the people at the orphanage, fearing potential trouble, secretly contacted my father and requested that he take me back.
At first, my dad was unwilling to control me, until he heard that I was not an ordinary Alpha, but an S-class, then he came to find me.
"Solitary, dad is here to take you home."
I naively thought that when my dad picked me up, he was taking me back to the home I shared with mother, but instead he took me to the home he shares with another woman.
It was there that I met my Omega brother, who is one year younger than me.
"Hello, solitary brother, my name is Lingxiang, the 'ling' with two water radicals, from the hometown 'xiang'."
"I've seen you in the photo, from now on, I am your younger brother."
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