Chapter 1 — Ignore the Ungrateful

My nephew stuffed a firecracker into the thermowell, causing an explosion, but luckily I pulled it out in time. The whole family was extremely grateful because I saved the family's only son, until he entered puberty and was bullied because of his appearance.

“If you had pulled me out a little sooner, my forehead wouldn't have been burned by the heat, leading to a lifetime of not being able to regrow hair.” "Do you know how badly I've been bullied these past few years? It's all because you didn't protect me well!"

To take revenge on me, he and his sister-in-law even threw a pan of hot oil on me, causing me to be seriously injured and die in pain. This time, when I saw him stuffing firecrackers into the thermowell again, I immediately took a step back, turned around and ran - that was boiling water, if I fell in, the body would be gone. 01 The moment I opened my eyes in bed, looking at the familiar things in the motel room and my smooth, undamaged skin, I was finally sure: I had been reincarnated. Next to me was a packed suitcase, the hands of the clock pointed to exactly eight o'clock, reminding me that it was time to go home. The phone rang - just like in the previous life - it was my parents calling: "Tieu Nhu, why aren't you home yet? Your siblings and Long Long have already arrived home, you are a member of the Duc Hoa family, you have to hurry up, Long Long is still waiting for you to play with him!" Take Trieu Thien Long out? I laughed coldly. My brother and sister-in-law were brainwashed by nonsense short videos, thinking that every husband's sister had to become a "Duc Hoa" to be considered qualified. So since the year the boy was born, every time I came home from summer vacation, they immediately pushed me to take care of the child, saying it was to enjoy "the world of two people". But at least the "Duc Hoa" girls from other people's families can still salvage some profits. What about me? I have to take care of the children, clean the house, cook and go to the market. Whenever there is any dissatisfaction, they immediately threaten to cut off my living expenses. My parents respected men to the extreme and never took my side. When I was pregnant, right at the time of "hitting hard" on illegal births, a doctor diagnosed it as a boy, so my mother risked her life and fled back to her hometown, accepting the loss of her job. Who would have thought that the baby born would be a girl. So every time I made her unhappy, she would narrow her eyes, frown, and coldly shout:

"In the past, because of giving birth to you, I lost my job. If it weren't for you, now I would be like everyone else, receiving eight or nine thousand in pension each month. Now, what's the point of asking you to help your brothers and sisters do some work? I haven't even asked you to pay for old age care."

At that time, I was still young, not yet capable of living on my own, I could only work harder to reduce my presence, letting my brothers and sisters exploit me, not daring to complain. It wasn't until in my previous life that I risked my life to save my nephew who almost died, that my mother showed me a little tenderness for the first time. I kept clinging to that little bit of family love, constantly devoting myself to my family, until while lying on the hospital bed waiting to die, I heard my mother and sister-in-law discuss giving up my treatment. The voice was cold, light as a breeze, completely without any concern:

"She's just a little girl. If she dies, she dies. Even if she treats it, it's just a waste of money. She also has a house with all the debt paid off, so it's better to have it." It's better to spend that money on Long Long getting married."

I opened my mouth, unwilling, listening to people of the same bloodline coldly pronounce my death sentence. Thinking back to everything that had happened in my previous life, I tightened my grip on the phone, tried to appear pleasing, and opened my mouth to say:

“Mom, don't your old friends always show off their good wool sweaters? I ordered my mother a sheepskin coat at Metro, more than twenty million, much more beautiful than those ladies'. I'll be home a little late, I have to go get a shirt for mom first."

After listening, my mother immediately stopped her sarcastic tone, her words were filled with excitement, urging me to quickly go get my shirt. Of course I don't have a shirt, I'm just trying to buy time to return home. I timed it, waited until Trieu Thien Long was about to have an accident, then dragged my suitcase to the alley in front of my house, then sat down at the coffee shop on the corner of the street. At this time, my brother and sister were going out to shop for Tet items, leaving the child with my parents. Trieu Thien Long felt bored at home, so he whined and asked his grandparents to take him outside to light fireworks. The three of them had just gone out the door when my grandfather was called back by some old men who were playing cards at the end of the alley. The cards were turned face down, there was a loud argument, my grandfather and the men were arguing like fire. My mother took the boy with her, engrossed in gathering with old friends, passionately gossiping about neighbor families. Trieu Thien Long complained of thirst and asked for a soft drink. She gave him a few thousand and then continued to chat with the aunts nearby, completely unaware that after buying the water, the boy took the firecracker and ran farther and farther away...