Chapter 9 — Winning 5.8 Million Yuan Lottery, I Just Told My Parents I Won 200,000 Yuan

He smiled sadly.

"But I'm your dad."

"Dad failed to protect you."

I won't say anything more. There are self-pity that has been buried for too long. When someone actually sees it... It's even harder to open your mouth. At that moment, from the other end of the line, my mother's voice rang out.

"Gia Gia..."

Maybe she's sitting next to dad. Dad didn't give the phone to mom, just turned on speakerphone. Mother's voice was hoarse from crying.

"I really know I was wrong."

"Mom, you shouldn't say it."

"You shouldn't bring them to your house."

"I only lost my sanity after being coaxed by them for a few words."

I gently closed my eyes. I only believe half of it. It's true that mothers are easily influenced by others. It is also true that at that time she was no longer alert enough. She was never without a choice. Last night, she was completely able to keep this a secret. This morning, you can also call me to inform me in advance. Even when standing in front of my house... You can still stop people. But she didn't. Because deep down... She really thought I should give in for her dignity. I calmly said:

"Don't contact me for a while."

The other end of the line immediately went silent. I continue:

"Don't let anyone use your mother's name to come find you."

"If you really feel sorry for me..."

"Then please recall all messages related to children in the relative group."

"If it can't be recovered..."

"Then post a correction."

"Make it clear that you have never agreed to lend money to anyone."

"Never promised to share money with anyone."

"Make it clear that everything I said before was my own opinion."

"And from now on..."

"Who still bothers me with this matter..."

"I won't take their side."

Mother chokedly replied:

"But... then people will laugh at me."

I laughed. The laughter was very soft. But I know... Mom heard it.

"Do you see that?"

"Until now..."

"The first thing I thought of..."

"It still depends on whether other people laugh at me or not."

The other end of the line fell silent again. Dad sighed softly.

"Just do as Gia Gia says."

"I'll post it now."

"After posting, take a screenshot and send it to me."

Hanging up, I sat quietly on the sofa and waited. About ten minutes later, my mother sent a screenshot. In the group of relatives, she posted a very long paragraph. She admitted last night that she should not have revealed the amount of money I won. I admit that I never agreed to lend money, and never promised to share the money. Also admit that it was completely your fault for bringing everyone to my house this morning. At the end of the paragraph, she also wrote:

"From now on, whoever bothers Gia Gia with this matter means they don't care about my husband and me."

Message just sent. The group was silent. Two minutes later, my aunt only sent a smirking emoji. As soon as Uncle Hai sent a recording, mom immediately replied:

"Don't talk anymore."

"What happened today I will remember for the rest of my life."

I stared at that line for a long time. This is the first time... I saw my mother dare to refuse relatives in front of everyone. Even though it's too late. But at least... The first crack appeared in the wall. Just when I was about to put down the phone. A strange number called. The number is my hometown. I picked up the phone but didn't speak. On the other end of the line was the voice of an older man, speaking very loudly.

"You are Ha Gia, right?"

"I'm from Mr. Ba's branch child."

"I heard you won a big sum of money."

"The story of road construction in the village..."

"Should I also contribute a little?"

I turned on call recording. The other end of the line was still talking endlessly.

"When he was alive, my grandfather loved him the most."

"Now the road in the village is broken. I won such a big lottery without spending any money, is that okay?"

I'm not quick to refute. Just calmly ask:

"Is road construction in the village an official project of the village committee?"

The other end of the line paused a bit.

"Does that still have to be asked?"

"Everyone in the village knows."

I continue to ask:

"What is the total estimate?"

"Where is the approval file?"

"Is the receiving account a unit account or a personal account?"

The man's voice immediately showed impatience.

"You are a descendant, why ask so carefully?"

"Just spend your money."

"The whole village will be grateful to you."

I looked at the money division paper still lying on the tea table. Suddenly I found that sentence strangely familiar. Everyone wants me to spend money. But no one dares to expose all revenues and expenditures to light. I calmly replied:

"If it is true that it is a village road project, please ask the village management board to send me the stamped documents."

"The project estimate, the construction unit, the receiving account and the public list of donations, I all want to see."

"After watching, I will decide for myself."