10
Living in a mansion, enjoying the pampered
life of a wealthy woman, I often compared it
to my past life.
Disabled, begging on the street.
My earnings went to Timmy.
Despite their love, Timmy didn’t excel in
school.
My parents decided to have him learn
computer skills.
So they sold me to an old bachelor in the next
village.
That life was even harder than begging.
I investigated the old bachelor.
He was still around, trying to find a wife.
I decided to spice things up.
I brought him to the city.
Gave him a makeover.
Anonymously rented him an apartment, a car,
a driver, and a butler.
Then I arranged a blind date with my mother.
Mom didn’t like his looks or manners.
But she liked his jade ring, his BMW, and his
mansion.
So she agreed.
She said she was lonely and needed a
partner.
As her daughter, I told her she couldn’t betray
Dad.
If she got married, we’d be done.
She wrote a letter severing our ties, telling me
never to contact her again.
I pretended to cry, pretended to leave the city
in anger.
Mom happily went on her date with the old
bachelor.
“For you, I abandoned my own daughter, you
nave to treat me well. ̈
“Your bank account, your house, they’re all
mine.”
“I love you, not your money! Don’t say I’m
materialistic!”
In the wedding car, Mom was happy.
Until they arrived.
Her heels sank into the mud.
She realized something was wrong.
She screamed, cried, and refused to marry.
But the old man wouldn’t let her go.
11
Five years into her second marriage, Mom
was beaten into paralysis.
The old man didn’t want to care for her, so he
found me.
Asking me to take her in.
As a dutiful daughter, I took her in, letting her
spend her last days in comfort.
I showed her my cars in the garage.
Took her to my company.
Her eyes widened in disbelief.
Perhaps out of joy for me, she spat blood
after seeing my bank balance.
The doctor said she didn’t have long.
He suggested I let her go to avoid suffering.
But what was a little suffering?
I kept her alive with the best medicine.
When she was better, I’d have her husband
visit.
Let them have a sweet moment.
When she couldn’t take it, I’d have her rushed
to the hospital.
This went on and on.
She lived for three more years.
Finally, she used all her strength to crawl to
the balcony.
She fell and ended her life.
Mom was dead.
I gave her a grand funeral.
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The old man felt he should be responsible to
me as my stepfather.
10
Living in a mansion, enjoying the pampered
life of a wealthy woman, I often compared it
to my past life.
Disabled, begging on the street.
My earnings went to Timmy.
Despite their love, Timmy didn’t excel in
school.
My parents decided to have him learn
computer skills.
So they sold me to an old bachelor in the next
village.
That life was even harder than begging.
I investigated the old bachelor.
He was still around, trying to find a wife.
I decided to spice things up.
I brought him to the city.
Gave him a makeover.
Anonymously rented him an apartment, a car,
a driver, and a butler.
Then I arranged a blind date with my mother.
Mom didn’t like his looks or manners.
But she liked his jade ring, his BMW, and his
mansion.
So she agreed.
She said she was lonely and needed a
partner.
As her daughter, I told her she couldn’t betray
Dad.
If she got married, we’d be done.
She wrote a letter severing our ties, telling me
never to contact her again.
I pretended to cry, pretended to leave the city
in anger.
Mom happily went on her date with the old
bachelor.
“For you, I abandoned my own daughter, you
nave to treat me well. ̈
“Your bank account, your house, they’re all
mine.”
“I love you, not your money! Don’t say I’m
materialistic!”
In the wedding car, Mom was happy.
Until they arrived.
Her heels sank into the mud.
She realized something was wrong.
She screamed, cried, and refused to marry.
But the old man wouldn’t let her go.
