Chapter 15 — Winning 5.8 Million Yuan Lottery, I Just Told My Parents I Won 200,000 Yuan

"Are you sure?"

I looked at the aunt's face wrinkled from crying in the video. Then calmly answer:

"They made my name public."

"The amount I won was also made public."

"If I remain silent..."

"Then other people are just left to speculate."

Half an hour later. I rearranged all the evidence in the correct order. The first is a recording of the whole family coming to demand 860,000 yuan. Next is a photo of the money division paper. Then came the recording of my cousin threatening to post defamatory articles against me. Next is a screenshot of Uncle Hai publicly announcing the amount of money I won in the whole village group. Next is the fake commitment. Finally... This is the entire chat where my aunt asked my mother to send me a photo of my signature. All information that can be covered has been blurred by me. Keep only the important times and numbers. After that, I wrote exactly one short paragraph. I confirm that I won the prize. But I don't have any obligation to share that money with my relatives. My mother, for the sake of her dignity, voluntarily revealed the winning amount and provided a photo of my signature. I will still fulfill my responsibility to care for and support my mother, but will not bear the consequences of law violations for anyone else. Many relatives came to my house to ask for money, then continued to gather to pressure me, set up defamatory signs, and forge documents with my signature. All evidence has been provided to the police. I hope everyone will stop spreading my personal information. After posting... I placed the phone face down on the table. Ten seconds later. The phone started vibrating continuously. Private message. One after another. I didn't watch it right away. Just quietly go wash your face. In the mirror... My eyes were bloodshot. His face was also visibly haggard. From the moment I won the lottery until now... It's only been two days. But it feels like I've been dragged by fate for an entire year. By the time I picked up the phone again... The wind on the internet had begun to change. Someone personally transcribed the entire content of the recording. Someone circled the last line in red on the money distribution paper:

"The rest is arranged by Ha Gia herself."

Below the comments section, someone wrote:

"This is not a loan."

"Obviously it's dividing the fortune."

Someone else said:

"Forging a signature to create a commitment letter for 1.2 million yuan is no longer a family conflict."

Of course... There are still people who continue to scold me. Tell me to bring up the family's affairs in front of the world. Say I'm too cruel to my biological mother. Said that even if relatives are in the wrong, they should not report it to the police. I looked at those comments. Fingers stay on the screen for a long time. If it was before... Maybe I'll continue explaining. I will try to prove that I am not filial. Not accidentally. Don't forget your roots. But now... I understand. There are people who inherently do not want to know the truth. What they need... Just a safe enough place to stand there and judge others. Exactly nine o'clock at night. Dad called. His voice was much more tired.

"What you posted..."

"Everyone in the village has seen it all."

I asked immediately:

"How's mom?"

Dad was silent for a while.

"My mother saw it too."

My heart suddenly sank. I thought... She would be completely devastated. But dad said:

"She just blocked her aunt's number."

I was stunned. Dad replied softly:

"Just now your mother sat on the bed for a long time."

"Pick up the phone and look forever."

"Then she said..."

"Her whole life she was most afraid of being laughed at by others."

"Only today did I understand..."

"The thing that makes people laugh at the most..."

"It's not because there are no sons."

"It's not because of poverty."

"Can't distinguish between right and wrong."

My nose suddenly stings. Dad continued:

"Your mom even texted dad to tell you."

"From now on..."

"She won't back them up any more."

I didn't answer right away. Outside the window... The city is still brightly lit. But in my heart... There's still a heavy rock that can't be lifted down. I said softly:

"Dad, take care of mom for me."

"And what about the internet..."

"You two, stop talking."

After hanging up... I reopened the video. The person who posted it has deleted it. Deletion doesn't mean it's over. Exactly 11:30 p.m. I received an email. There are no words in it. There is only one photo. The photo taken... is the confirmation slip for opening my new bank card.