Mom and Dad brought me to the city to buy an apartment. I walked up to a dilapidated, tiny old house and refused to leave. No matter how much they tried to persuade me, I stood my ground. Helpless, Mom and Dad had no choice but to buy it. Three days later, a red "Demolition" sign appeared on the wall of our newly purchased house. Mom and Dad were shocked. 1. Right after dinner, my cousin and I were running around the yard. "Chloe, come here and let me wipe your sweat. Look at your little face, it's as dirty as a little kitten," my mom said, smiling as she walked over, hugged me, and wiped my face. Our neighbor, Mrs. Smith, walked by and smiled. "Chloe is such a lucky charm! It's rare for a little girl to be loved this much." "But, Sarah," she continued, "a woman still needs a son to secure her future. It would be great if you and Chloe's dad had another baby and gave Chloe a little brother." Hearing Mrs. Smith's words, my mom looked a bit displeased. While tickling me with one hand, she replied politely, "We are perfectly happy with just Chloe. You don't need to worry about us." Seeing me laughing heartily as my mom tickled me, Mrs. Smith shook her head and walked away. My grandmother came out of the house. "Don't listen to that old busybody. Having Chloe is perfectly fine for our family." My mom smiled too. "Mom, Chloe's dad and I are planning to go to the city tomorrow to look at houses. We've saved up quite a bit these past two years, and for the sake of Chloe's future education, we want to move to the city as soon as possible." Grandma smiled warmly and patted my head. "Alright, as long as you find something you like. I've saved up a little bit too; if it's not enough, I can chip in!" My parents wouldn't actually take my grandmother's money. After all, I still had an uncle, and she needed to be fair to both her sons. In rural areas, favoring boys over girls wasn't uncommon, and my grandmother originally held those views too. When I was first born and she heard I was a girl, she showed obvious disappointment on her face. But from the moment I was born, I loved to smile. Seeing me swaddled like a little white dumpling, grinning widely at everyone, my parents and grandmother couldn't help but smile too. They held me in their arms, unable to put me down. Add to that my sweet talk, and with this skill, I gained a lot of love in the family. But what truly elevated my status was another incident. When I was a year old, my parents had something to attend to, and my grandmother was watching me at home. After feeding me lunch, my grandmother was working in the yard while I played on the bed by myself. Not long after, I suddenly started crying loudly. My grandmother held me, trying everything to soothe me, but it didn't work. My cries grew louder and louder, my voice becoming increasingly hoarse. For someone like me, who naturally loved to smile, this was extremely unusual. My grandmother didn't dare delay and hurriedly carried me to the local clinic. The doctor at the clinic couldn't find anything wrong with me and just told her to take me home and observe me. My grandmother carried me home, and on the way, she saw black smoke billowing from the direction of our house. "Fire... there's a fire..." When my grandmother finally ran back carrying me, she found that several nearby houses, including ours, were on fire. The fire was quite large, and the villagers were all helping to put it out. My parents also rushed back, and seeing that my grandmother and I were safe, they finally breathed a sigh of relief. It took the whole afternoon to put out the fire; it wasn't extinguished until nightfall. Later, we heard that people in several of the nearby houses were severely injured, and even after being saved, they were left disabled. Our family was the only one that didn't suffer much loss, and no one was hurt. Hearing this news, my parents were silent for a long time. My grandmother held me tightly, her eyes still showing lingering fear. "Thanks to Chloe! Our Chloe is a little lucky charm, Grandma's sweetheart." 2. Since that incident, everyone in the family favored me even more. My grandmother and mother even fought over who got to take care of me, making my aunt, who had two sons, green with envy. My parents also gave up the idea of having a son; they only wanted to take good care of me. When I was two, my dad was laid off and started his own business. Unexpectedly, his first venture didn't lose money; instead, he paid off all the money he borrowed to start the business in just one year. Not long after, my mom also quit her job to help my dad, and a year later, they made a neat little profit. As our family's life improved day by day, my parents started thinking about moving to the city. After all, the educational and medical facilities in the city were relatively much better. Early the next morning, my mom picked me up from bed. "Chloe, are we going to the city to look at houses with Mommy and Daddy today? Does that sound good?" With my eyes closed, I let my mom dress me and groggily washed my face. After eating the breakfast my grandmother prepared, my parents and I set off. My parents had been making frequent trips to the city for their business over the past few years, so they had some knowledge of the well-known neighborhoods. When my parents brought me to a sales office, I instinctively disliked the place. The houses sold here were considered upper-middle-class in the city, and many people were buying them. While my parents were listening to the sales lady's introduction, I sat in my mom's lap, looking around. Just then, I saw an elegantly dressed couple walk in through the door with a little girl. The couple looked very kind; the man was tall and handsome, and the woman was gentle and beautiful. However, the woman looked pale, as if her health wasn't very good. The little girl with them was wearing a princess dress and delicate white leather shoes, but she looked unhappy. Seeing them, the sales manager hurried out to greet them. "Mr. Sterling, Mrs. Sterling, what brings you here personally today? And this must be your daughter?" The little girl glanced at the sales manager expressionlessly. The man referred to as Mr. Sterling spoke: "Today we want to pick out another villa for ourselves. My wife isn't used to living in the one we bought previously." Seeing Mrs. Sterling coughing softly, the sales manager nodded in understanding and personally began showing them around. But the little girl didn't seem very close to the couple; she just sat impatiently on the side by herself. My parents picked me up, ready to go look at the houses in the neighborhood. As my mom picked me up, the family next to us also noticed us. The woman called Mrs. Sterling froze for a moment when she saw me. Noticing her gaze, the man also looked at us. Seeing my face, the man, like the woman, was stunned for a moment, but soon returned to normal. Both of their gazes lingered on us. It wasn't until my parents and I left that their line of sight vanished. My parents were very satisfied with the house they viewed. But ever since I walked in, I didn't like it. I shook my mom's hand: "I don't like it here, Mommy. Let's look somewhere else." "Chloe, be good. Look how big this bedroom is! You can have your own room from now on." But I still shook my head, my face showing my reluctance. My parents looked awkwardly at the salesperson and said they would think about it. After going outside, my dad picked me up: "Does Chloe really not like it there?" "I don't like it!" I immediately replied. "Then we'll keep looking. There are plenty of houses anyway." "You just spoil her," my mom said, smiling and shaking her head. My parents decided to take me to get something to eat first. We came to an alley where the road was full of potholes and very difficult to walk on. My dad, holding me, looked up. There weren't many houses here, and the layout was scattered. When we reached a certain house, I struggled to be put down. After my dad set me down, I scurried over to the house and took a look. I didn't know why, but I really liked it here. "Mommy, Daddy, I want to live here!" My parents were shocked by my words: "Chloe, it's too run-down here. It's not even as good as our house in the country. Let's live in a new house, okay?" "No, no, I want to live here!" A "For Sale" sign was posted on the mottled gate of the house. My mom tried to coax me for a long time, but I refused to leave. Having no choice, my dad called the "For Sale" number posted on the gate. Hearing that we wanted to view the house, the owner excitedly said he would be right there. When the gate opened, we could see the yard wasn't small, but it was piled high with junk. Upon entering the house, the overall appearance was even more dilapidated. My parents really didn't think much of the place, but since coming in, I found myself liking the house more and more. I hugged my mom's thigh. "I want to live here. I like it here." My mom looked at my dad, conflicted. After all, I had been very sensible since I was little and rarely stubbornly demanded anything. My dad looked at my hopeful little face. "Buy it! If my daughter likes it, we'll buy it! Worst case, we save up and buy another one later!" My dad made the final decision. Hearing this, my mom didn't object either. Afraid we might change our minds, the owner offered an at-cost price and rushed the transfer of ownership. Looking at the property deed in our hands, our family of three stared at each other in disbelief. 3. There was too much junk here, making it a hassle to clean up. My parents decided to pack up our things from the country and move them over little by little. After returning home, the neighbors heard that my parents had bought an old house and gossiped while snacking on sunflower seeds. "The Davis family must have lost their minds! Listening to a little girl!" "They finally saved up enough money, and they go to the city just to buy a house like that? I wouldn't live there even if they gave it to me for free!" "Tell me about it! Last time I suggested Chloe's mom have another boy, she gave me such a dirty look!" Mrs. Smith said, spit flying. "No matter how lucky this girl is, she's still not a son! Just wait and see! There will come a day when the Davis family regrets it!" My grandmother also disapproved a bit when she heard, but her attitude completely changed when she heard I liked it. "Since Chloe likes it, then we bought it! Don't listen to their nonsense. At least we own a house in the city now!" My parents felt the same way and started packing up the things at home. The next day, my dad received a phone call and walked home looking like he was sleepwalking. "Richard? What's wrong with you? Did you lose your soul?" My mom waved her hand in front of my dad's face. My dad recovered after a while and said, "Sarah, the old house we just bought is going to be demolished." "What... what nonsense are you talking about?!" My mom looked doubtful. "It's true, that call just now was from the demolition office!" My mom and grandmother still couldn't quite believe it, afraid they had encountered a scammer. The family rushed to the city in a panic. It wasn't until they negotiated with the demolition office, signed the contract, and saw the red "Demolition" sign painted on our newly purchased house that it finally felt real. "Oh my, I told you our Chloe is a little lucky charm!" My grandmother hugged me and happily kissed my cheek. My parents were also smiling, looking at me with absolute adoration. After all, trading the price of a dilapidated house for a massive demolition payout was something they wouldn't have even dared to dream of. Since the house was going to be demolished, it couldn't be lived in. Striking while the iron was hot, my parents took the fresh demolition payout, gritted their teeth, and bought a small villa in the city center. Soon, our whole family moved to the city. The villas here were divided into Zone A and Zone B. Zone B was sold to families with a little bit of money, like ours. Zone A villas, on the other hand, were priceless; only the wealthiest and most prestigious people in the city lived there. On our very first day moving in, we ran into the family from the sales office. It turned out their family had also moved here, but they lived in Zone A. Mr. Sterling wasn't there. Mrs. Sterling still looked pale, but it didn't detract from her beauty. Mrs. Sterling was holding the hand of the little girl from last time. The little girl was dressed like a little princess, even wearing a small tiara on her head. When she saw our family, she didn't look friendly and muttered "hicks" under her breath. My parents didn't notice, and I turned my head away, ignoring her. We found out later that they were the Sterling family. The Sterling family enterprise was a leading corporation in the city. Mr. Sterling was famous for doting on his wife, and they only had this one daughter, Lily Sterling. Lily had been spoiled since childhood; calling her a princess wouldn't be an overstatement. I thought this was just a minor interlude, never expecting our two families' fates to be intertwined forever. Not long after moving, I was getting ready to start elementary school. I adapted to the new school pretty well, but I saw Lily Sterling here too. She and I didn't know each other, so I didn't approach her. But Lily wasn't happy about that. Since she was little, wherever she went, she was always the center of attention. Her peers would try their best to please her. And yet I, someone she had disliked from the very first glance, hadn't taken the initiative to approach her. So, during recess one day, Lily and her little followers came looking for me. "Hey, Chloe Davis, who told you to wear this hairstyle?" I touched the half-up princess style my mom had just done for me that morning, looking confused. Lily stared at me unkindly, as if trying to burn a hole in my face. Seeing that I didn't speak, another follower next to her spoke up. "We're talking to you! Are you mute? Who told you to wear this hairstyle?" "Why do I need your permission?" I asked seriously. "Don't you know Lily is the little princess of our school? Are you trying to steal her thunder by dressing up so elaborately?" Listening to this illogical nonsense, I didn't want to talk to them anymore and put on a cold expression: "Sorry, I don't know you guys." I didn't expect this sentence to completely infuriate Lily. She ordered her followers to lunge at me and mess up my hair. But having grown up in a village, I was also a little boss no one dared to mess with. Seeing this, how could I just take it? I nimbly dodged their attacks, grabbed firmly, and yanked the hair clip right off Lily's head. A strand of Lily's hair was still clinging to the fallen clip. They were completely enraged by me and were preparing to all jump me to teach me a lesson. The farce only ended when the teacher walked into the classroom. After school, both my mom and Mrs. Sterling appeared at the school. Mrs. Sterling recognized me and was clearly surprised to see me. My mom put her arm around me and looked angrily at Lily. I was actually fine, my hair was just a bit messy. But Lily's hands had several red scratch marks from me. After Mrs. Sterling heard the whole story, she pulled Lily forward to apologize to us. Lily looked incredibly resistant, glaring at me with anger in her eyes. "I'm not apologizing to her, that hick!" Lily refused to cooperate. "Lily Sterling!" Mrs. Sterling gave her a warning look. Lily turned and ran, completely disregarding Mrs. Sterling's presence. "I'm so sorry, Lily has been spoiled since she was little. How about this, you leave me your address, and we'll come to your house another day to formally apologize?" My mom didn't care for her apology and led me away, turning her back on them.
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