After being strangled by my nephew, I was reborn

My mother hadn't spoken yet, but my sister-in-law frowned and said, "Qingqing, how could you talk to my mother like that? You're so old and still live at home. Every day, you come to eat and dress. Do you think you're right about your mother?"

My mother understood and cried even harder. "Your father left early, and I finally pulled you up. In the end, I got you saying, 'Zhou Qingqing, has your conscience been eaten by the dog?'"

I sneered, "Sister in law, that's not right. I have a house, and the reason why I live at home is because my mom said my brother's salary is not high, and you are unwilling to work. The difficulties at home require me to help more. What kind of clothing is needed to make a living? That's never my treatment."

My mother's face changed and she didn't even bother pretending to cry. She reached out and slapped me, saying sternly, "Stop talking nonsense. When did I say that?"

Seeing me being beaten, Zhou Chengyi cursed fiercely and said, "I deserve it!"

My cheeks were hot and spicy, but I remained unmoved. "Have you ever said that? You know it in your own heart!"

"I know what!"

My mother cursed sharply, "Zhou Qingqing, you have really turned the tide. I have been giving birth to you and raising you for so many years, and that's how you repay me?"

"Mom, you don't have to use these words to pressure me. Breaking ties is what you said, not me."

I said coldly, "No matter what you say, I must adopt this child!"

After speaking, I ignored them and turned around to leave. Behind me came my mother's crying and scolding, saying that I was a heartless white eyed wolf and should have been killed by a car when I went out.

My mother is a very kind person in front of outsiders, with a good temper and easy to talk to. However, when facing me, she will curse me to death with malicious words.

I used to think I wouldn't make her happy, but now it seems that she really wants me to die.

Only when I die will all my wealth fall into her hands.

I didn't even pick up my luggage and went back to my own home. It was a long time since I came back, and there was a layer of dust left in the house. I cleaned it up overnight and was so tired that I collapsed on the sofa.

Looking at the familiar ceiling, I truly felt a sense of coming back to life.

When I first bought a house, my mother strongly opposed it, thinking that as a girl, I didn't need to buy a house at all. With this spare money, it would be better to support my brother and let our family buy a bigger house.

I have always listened to her, except for that one time when I secretly bought the house behind everyone's back. When my mother found out, she came knocking on me in front of so many people and kicked me down, angrily scolding me for being shameless and using family money to make a living.

Someone around me stepped forward to stop her, but she scolded her and said something that I still remember deeply. "What kind of thing are you? Don't think you can ride on me with a few stinky money. I've been giving birth to you and raising you for so many years, so you should give all your money to me, give it to your brother! You dare to make your own decision, I'm the loser you are!"

What she said is reasonable, as if the money I earned through my own efforts should be knelt on the ground and presented with both hands to serve them.

They are upright walking people, while I am a crawling ant on the ground.

At that time, I was just sad and holding back a bit of anger. My mother asked me to sell, but I refused.

There was a stalemate for a long time, but in the end she compromised and ordered me to go home and live. This house will be listed under my name for now, and when Zhou Chengyi grows up, I must immediately transfer ownership to him.

For what?

God has given me a chance to start over again, and I don't want any so-called family ties that I couldn't let go of before.

Even if someone scolds me and pokes my spine saying I'm unfilial, I don't care.

I just need to live well.

My mother made a lot of phone calls and insulting text messages to me, but I ignored them and consulted relevant personnel. The next day, I went to the welfare home to apply for adoption.

Among the many children, I saw a skinny little girl huddled on the steps in the corner, looking timidly at the children playing around her.

Just like when I was a child, wearing my brother's leftover tattered clothes, sitting in a corner, lonely and helpless.

The dean told me that the whole family of this child died in a fire, with a family of six. Only she survived under the protection of her parents. Her relatives felt burdensome and had to send her to a welfare home.

The girl's name is Nian Nian, she is only three years old. Her clear big eyes are full of confusion. I crouched in front of her, reached out to her, and whispered, "Nian Nian, would you like to go home with Auntie?"

She looked at my hand hesitantly, seeming very scared. Encouraged by the dean, she slowly placed her hand on mine and softly called out, "Auntie."

At that moment, tears welled up in my eyes, as if through time I saw someone squatting in front of me, reaching out to me.

Unfortunately, such a person did not appear at the time, but now I can become that kind of person.

Having died once made me realize that I am not unable to let go of my family, I am just lonely and afraid, and I don't want to be alone.

The adoption procedures are very complicated and take a month. I promised Nian Nian that I would come back to pick her up in a month, let her eat well and sleep well.

She agreed.

Perhaps it's not that she needs me, but rather that I need her.

Returning to the community, I found many people gathered around my doorstep, and my mother's pitiful howls, like killing pigs, kept coming one after another. "Zhou Qingqing, you dare not come out, don't you! I want to sue you, go to your unit and ask your leader. How dare they take such a heartless dog like this?"

"If you don't come out today, I'll die here. You're the murderer, and I'll make you look down on me for the rest of your life!"

The crying was deafening, and my mother sat on the ground with her hair disheveled, next to a red paint bucket.

"I'm dying, everyone, come and see. I raised her so much and provided her with education, but she was unfilial to me. She wants to anger me to death!"