The Story Behind the Room without Air Conditioning

My mother used to ignore me, so I took my camera and ran to the printing shop without anyone noticing. Later, I printed out everything and brought it home.

At this time, my brother was watching TV intently. He saw me and made a face at me. I showed no mercy and punched him in the head, trying to kill him while he was young.

In my prior life, he bullied me a lot with his strong strength.

After I punched him, he burst into tears. It surely attracted my mother.

As for me, I ran out in advance and hid on the balcony, waiting to see my mother's expression as she saw the chat history.

The happy marriage that she was proud of was false.

To my surprise, she was not as tough as I thought.

However, I didn't care about it, for there would be a lot of drama to come.

In the end, my mother simply swallowed her pride without showing any sign of it.

On the day when our whole family went to my grandfather’s 60th birthday party, my mother actually bought me a new piece of clothing.

"Don't mention that I treated you unfairly again. Your new clothes are a famous brand."

If I didn't know that my brother always wore this brand since he was a child, I might be really grateful to her.

I was impatient and rolled my eyes. Both of us had been tired of each other for a long time.

My grandfather and my mother both hankered after vainglory. This time, he booked several halls in the hotel, and the banquet was extremely grand. By the time we arrived, the place was almost packed.

My mother carried my brother and managed to sit, but my father, a selfish man, only cared about himself and kept moving forward with his head down. I, little and young, was almost trampled.

After finally sitting down, I didn’t even have time to catch my breath, for I had to sneak backstage and upload the video I had specially made.

On such occasions, my mother wouldn't forget Dolcie. It was no exaggeration that she couldn't show off without Dolcie.

As my mother and Dolcie met each other, they hugged each other, as if they were best friends. "It's been a long time since we last met. Dolcie, what skincare products have you used recently? How come you look younger than me?"

"Nothing special! It's just because my child is obedient and sensible. You're different from me. I guess you should be more hard-working than me. After all, you have two children."

My mother faked a smile. "It's impossible. I'm so happy to have a son and a daughter."

I feel ashamed for her when she said that.

The two exchanged some pleasantries and finally sat down. I looked at them carefully and found that my dad and Dolcie had a lot of eye contact, while my mom was socializing others, just like a fool.

My dad was dissatisfied and spoke out, "It's time to eat, and stop wandering around."

My mother treated her words as sweet talk. "Darling, you care about me too much. We are in the same hall, and are you afraid that I'll get lost?"

Dolcie gave her a meaningful look. My mother wanted to say something more, but my dad stopped her with a frown.

He grabbed my mother's arm and let her sit down.

"The children are watching."

My dad almost pinched my mom's arm so hard that it turned blue, but she still managed to act coquettishly.

My mother was firmly convinced that a happy and harmonious family was an important part of her life. She wanted to maintain her marriage with all her strength. So, I was looking forward to how she would react when she saw the video.

The banquet officially began. The host standing on the stage said a lot of compliments, then asked the people in the backstage to turn on the video they had produced.

The original video was a blessing from the younger generation in the family to my grandfather.

Yet, I replaced it with all kinds of intimate photos of my dad and Dolcie as well as their private chat records.

The background music I had dubbed was the sound of the two of them flirting with each other.

Without exaggeration, I saw my mother's face turn pale so rapidly that it seemed like magic.

My dad was even more restless, and Dolcie ran out with her bag covering her face. I shouted suddenly, "Dolcie, do you want to be my stepmother?"