While having Christmas Dinner with the whole family, my ex-boyfriend of five years suddenly sent me a message: "Vera, you can really act! Your family is a Billionaire family, yet when you dated me, you couldn't even take out a hundred dollars, afraid I would covet your family's money, right?" I was confused, clicked on the video he sent. In the picture, my parents and sister were walking out of the VIP Lounge of a luxury mall, dressed elegantly, walking calmly, with shop assistants respectfully following behind. Looking up, in front of me was another scene: The dining table was old and peeling, parents wearing old sweaters washed grey, picking the only few pieces of meat in the dish for my sister. Mother noticed my gaze, eyes suddenly red: "Vera, ever since the family business went bankrupt, creditors chase us every day, the family really can't afford to buy good food..." "Your sister is weak, if she doesn't eat well, gets sick, the medical bills won't be small..." And I just quietly looked at Mom, eyes sour. That Rare Jadeite Bangle on her wrist, full of water, rich color, exactly the same as in the video. Wearing it out so grandly, probably thinking I don't know the goods. However, it doesn't matter. They also don't know. Precisely because of poverty, I had to complete system tasks and got a wish opportunity. In that case, let every sentence of their crying poor, come true. Chapter 1 After working hard to finish the family's Christmas Dinner, I untied my apron, just ready to sit down. Phone suddenly rang. It was a message from my ex-boyfriend Mark, who broke up five years ago. I was a bit strange, our breakup was quite ugly back then, haven't contacted for a long time. On Christmas, why did he send a message at this time? But I still clicked to see. [Vera, is playing poor fun?] [Back then my parents thought your family was poor, didn't agree us together, I fought with family for a year for you, and you?] [Billionaire's daughter, yet pretended couldn't even take out a hundred dollars, afraid I covet your family's money right?] [Disgusting!] This words made me confused. [???] Sent three question marks back. Unexpectedly, the other side replied instantly. It was a video. In the video, parents and sister were walking out of the VIP Lounge of a luxury mall, dressed elegantly, walking calmly, shop assistants respectfully following behind. The light of the crystal chandelier in the counter was dazzling. Background could still hear assistants respectfully calling "Mr. Vance", "Mrs. Vance". I looked up, in front of me was another scene: Dining table old and peeling, red lacquer on edge peeled off, revealing dull wood color inside. Parents and sister although wearing old clothes washed white, cuffs somewhat worn. But, observe carefully. Dad's Patek Philippe watch, Mom's Jadeite Bangle, sister's jewelry... All luxury goods I only saw on TV. My family really is... Billionaire. Hearing this news, I should be happy, but at this moment it made me somewhat unable to accept. Just wanted to open mouth to ask. Mom put down chopsticks in advance, sighed, eyebrows drooped, just like before: "Vera ah, how much money did you earn this year?" "You also know, ever since family business went bankrupt, life is really tight..." "Your sister's tuition next year, and your dad's stomach medicine..." She said, exchanged a look with Dad. Dad immediately cooperated coughing twice, then both looked at me together. That gaze I was very familiar with. Mixed with calculating expectation, waiting for me to show guilt like before, then unhesitatingly take out all money in pocket. Even advance next month's salary, to fill that "household hole" they said never could be filled. But this time. I only felt a cold irony rushing to my head. Put down chopsticks, I opened mouth: "Mom, Dad, is our family... really this poor?" Chapter 2 Didn't get the desired reply, parents' faces froze. But soon, Mom reacted, choked with sobs: "Vera, what do you mean? Don't you know the family situation? Debts owed from bankruptcy back then, that was..." "I don't know." I interrupted her. "Don't know how much owed." "Don't know who we owe." They only told me bankrupt every time, but I never saw an IOU. They just cried poor year after year, asking me for money. We stalemated, dim light flickering in the room. Suddenly, Dad slammed chopsticks heavily on table with a "Pa": "Ask ask ask? What qualification do you have to ask?" "If not dragging you this burden these years, me and your mom would have been happy long ago!" "Every penny spent raising you, that was saved from my teeth! Now asking you to take some money out, that is perfectly justified! You owe us! Understand?" "Perfectly justified?" I laughed once, looked at sister eating meat in small bites. "Then what about Violet? She is two years younger than me, also graduated and worked for several years right? Has she given family a penny?" Air suddenly quiet. Sister Violet looked up, face ruddy, neck still wearing that Tiffany necklace in the video. She gently pouted: "Sister, why are you so calculating? My health is not good, what's wrong with parents taking care of me more? Doctors said I have congenital deficiency, just because Mom hurt her body when giving birth to you..." This sentence again. Since I can remember, this sentence was like a shackle. Because birthing me hurt body, causing sister weak, so I must repay. Good food, fun things, new clothes, spacious room, all sister's. I was the "debtor" who slept in kitchen partition since childhood, wore relatives' old clothes, responsible for all housework. "Congenital deficiency?" I couldn't hold back, directly exposed: "I see you quite healthy." "At least, healthy enough to buy dozen bags in one breath, max out parents' Supplementary Card." I put the video of them walking out from luxury mall VIP Lounge in front of them. Truth of pretending poor revealed by me, parents turned pale in shock. Mom even shocked directly stood up. But I didn't stop, continued saying: "But me? I live in shadow of debt, dare not buy a new piece of clothes all year round, hands full of chilblains in winter." "Do you think this is fair?" Long silence. No one answered me. But I understood. They are just partial. I also have to accept the fact that parents don't love me at all. I turned and walked into kitchen. That "room" I slept for more than ten years. Narrow space still remaining oil smoke smell. Corner folding bed sheet washed white, reluctant to change. I saved money, calculating every penny, thinking parents not easy, sister weak, myself saving a bit worse doesn't matter. But they are Billionaires! Now think about it, those days suffered white eyes because of "poverty", really... ridiculous to extreme. Behind came slight footsteps. Violet followed in. "Vera, you know now?" She hugged arms, leaning on door frame. "Correct, family has money, lots of money. But that money, has no relation with you a penny." "Parents love me, future company, family property, also all mine. You? Just an ATM, plus nanny." She walked closer two steps, lowered voice, with venom of pleasure: "Do you know why you can only sleep in kitchen?" "Because when I was five I said a sentence, didn't want to live in same room with person who caused me weak. Parents then moved your things to kitchen overnight." "Do you know why you obviously tested better in college entrance exam, but could only go to tuition-free State College?" "Because of my one sentence: 'If sister goes to other place read good university, I will be sad and sick.'" "Vera, we were never the same. Was before, more so in future." I listened quietly, heart filled by ice dregs slowly, instead no longer painful. Took out paper and pen from canvas bag I carried, on greasy stove, I started writing calculating. Five years, $62,000. This is money I gave family. I listed another list. Is from childhood to now, my tuition, food clothing, medical all money used. Finally got a number: Not exceed $20,000. I pushed open kitchen door, walked out, slapped two papers on Christmas dinner table. "Didn't you say I owe you?" I said clearly: "I just calculated, not only don't owe, I also overpaid $42,000." "These, treat as repaying your birth and raising grace." "From now on, I only bear legal maintenance obligation, according to local minimum living standard, give you $200 monthly. As for Violet——" I looked at instantly panicked parents and pale faced sister. "She is also your daughter, maintenance obligation, split half." Chapter 3 "Vera! You rebelled!" Dad raged up, forehead veins jumping. "We raised you for nothing! Raised a white-eyed wolf! Calculating so clear with family, do you still have conscience?" Mom pounced over grabbed my hand, tears came as she said: "Vera ah, Mom knows sorry to you, but family really has difficulties..." "Your sister she is still small, can't you yield to her? You are older sister! You were most sensible before..." Sensible. This word like a rusty lock, bound me for more than twenty years. I looked at that priceless Jadeite Bangle on Mom's wrist, looked at Patek Philippe inadvertently revealed on Dad's wrist, looked at diamond necklace shining on sister's neck. Then looked down at my own old clothes washed hard, cuffs worn out edges, and thin calluses left on palm due to years of housework. Grievance surged up like tide, broke the last dam. "Difficulties?" I pulled back my hand bit by bit, said: "Your difficulties, is letting me wear rags, eat worst, do most work, then use every penny saved, to buy luxury goods for your precious daughter?" "Your difficulties, is living in mansion, wearing famous watch, while crying poor to me, squeezing my last drop of blood and sweat money, to pay that 'debt' simply non-existent?" My voice started trembling, not because of fear, but because of grief and indignation accumulated for so many years. "I washed whole family clothes with cold water in winter, hands cracked bleeding, you said couldn't afford gloves." "I starved stomach disease in high school to save lunch money, you said family difficult let me endure." "I didn't buy a new piece of clothes in four years of college, wearing old clothes roommates didn't want, you said wait me work will be fine." "After I work, every penny wished break into two halves to spend, myself gnaw bun eat pickle, send money to you, thought family really can't open pot, thought sister really sick heavy need nutrition fee!" "Result?" I pointed at that video, tears finally rolled down, but face was smiling. "Result you are Billionaires!" "Violet one sentence, can let me sleep in kitchen!" "One sentence, can let me give up better future!" "One sentence, can let me like a fool, sucked blood by you for more than twenty years!" Chapter 4 "Slap——!" A loud slap, fiercely fanned on my face. Dad's hand still raised in mid-air, angry whole body trembling: "Bastard thing! How talk to your mom?" "Without us, can you grow so big?" "Provided you eat provided you wear, still provided hatred out?" "Your life all given by us!" Cheek burning pain. Ears buzzing. This slap, shattered my last trace of extravagant hope. I looked at them. Father's furious and guilty face, mother's hypocritical crying face, sister's proud and contemptuous face. Past twenty something years like silent film flashed in mind: Cold nights in kitchen, ridicule of classmates in school, exhausted figure when working part-time, parents' short "kindness" after every remittance and following new demands... Enough. Really enough. I slowly raised hand, wiped a bit blood at mouth corner, then, in dead silence, walked to dining table. Looking at that table of Christmas dinner I prepared with heart. Looking at that bowl of crystal clear bird's nest soup exclusive to sister. I used all strength, hands fiercely overturned the table! "Crash——!!!" Dishes shattered, soup splashed, food scattered all over floor, a mess. "Since feel I not worthy." My voice ice cold. "Then this meal I made, you guys also don't eat." In their shocked, angry, unbelievable gazes. I turned, pushed open that paint peeling door, walked into cold night outside. Door closed, I could still hear Dad's angry voice: "Go! Gone you don't come back! I am Billionaire, move a finger can let you can't live in this city!" Hearing these words, I only felt a burst of chill. Suddenly, I thought of that wish system promised me after completing task. Since they like crying poor so much, then I satisfy them. "System, I wish let their every sentence crying poor, all come true." System quickly gave me response. [Received, Reality Manifestation System activated, wealth they lose will be transferred to host's name.] Really? Then I really a bit look forward to it. Outside door cold air piercing bone. I wrapped tight thin old cotton coat, curled up a night on cold bed in cheap motel. Next morning early, motel door suddenly kicked open. Room swarmed in a pile of people. Leading were my parents and sister. Behind followed some distant relatives. "What you come for?" I don't understand, yesterday already troubled like that, today how they still have face come find me? Seeing my attitude, Dad pushed sister a bit. Sister pouted, said: "Sister, words I said yesterday all lying to you, wasn't it in anger, words caught words just spoke indiscriminately, actually all fake, our family not Billionaire." Dad also habitually hung that worried and helpless expression: "Right ah, Vera, you really misunderstood, those in video are all fake..." "Your sister wants be Influencer, that is posing job she took, luxury goods are props! Don't you know our family real situation?" "Our broken house rent almost can't pay! Your mom blood pressure medicine no money buy expensive ones, my broken stomach hurts every day... if not for you two, we long couldn't hold on!" Mom immediately wiped tears echoed: "Mom also not easy ah, reason good things all tight for sister, is because she born weak and sick ah..." "Vera, you have to understand parents, we have to endure together ah." Endure together? When did we endure together? Always them paper drunk gold confused, I coarse tea bland rice that's all. But now, they still crying poor! Maybe they feel squeezing me, squeezing not enough yet. Want my rest half life, continue supply them like before. I really don't understand. Am I their daughter, or enemy? Those relatives pulled over couldn't see situation clear, unison accused me: "Vera ah, you listen! How hard your parents are?" "Exactly! Now family difficult, you as older sister, have good job again, helping family isn't should be? Why still show face?" But just when they chattering. An elite dressed assistant suddenly squeezed in: "Mr. Vance! Mrs. Vance! Finished! All finished!" "Bank suddenly fully withdrew loans, all partners collectively breached contract, company accounts frozen, stock price flash crashed... we, we bankrupt! Creditors already downstairs!"
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