When I was just two or three years old, I was abandoned by my parents because of their preference for a male child.
25 years later, with a house and car to my name, they showed up at my doorstep, demanding I hand them over to their son.
Had they stopped there, I wouldn’t have gone to such extremes.
On Monday, as I arrived at work, my director told me a middle-aged woman was waiting for me in the reception room.
Confused, I pushed open the door to see a stranger in a pilled black sweater, loose faux-meat tights, a bright pink faux-leather jacket, and a fake leather flower pinned to her chest.
This was not someone from my social circles. I frowned, puzzled, and turned to my director.
“What’s going on?”
The director looked back at me helplessly, more confused than I was.
In less than a second, a wrinkled hand reached out towards me, startling me enough to step back. I was not used to such invasive closeness.
Her name was Mary, and she claimed to be my "biological mother."
The way she said it felt outdated and overly sentimental.
"Linda, honey, your parents accidentally lost you when you were just this tall."
Mary started to choke up, and the director, unaccustomed to such a spectacle, quickly handed her a tissue.
"I didn’t expect you’d grown up so much, and become so successful."
I didn’t say a word, just silently watched the woman across from me weeping bitterly.
I had always known I was adopted, a child abandoned by my biological parents.
For a long time, I felt inferior, wondering what was wrong with me that they had abandoned me.
It was my adoptive parents who repeatedly told me how lucky they were to have met me, so they changed my name from "Linda" to "Sarah." My adoptive mother would often say how much Sarah resembled us, beautiful as a flower, which slowly eased my insecurities.
At that moment, the usually silent director pulled me aside and whispered, "Sarah, could she be a scammer?"
Looking at the woman’s face, I figured she probably wasn’t a scammer. Mary was likely indeed my mother.
But I didn’t want anything to do with this woman who had suddenly appeared. Following the director's lead, I turned to Mary and said, "I don’t know you. You can leave now."
"Don’t, Linda. I’m your mother, your real mom. If you don’t believe me, we can go for a DNA test."
After saying that, Mary grabbed my hand and tried to pull me outside.
"There’s no need. You can leave now."
I quickly pulled away from her and headed back to my office without looking back.
I thought my resistance in the reception room had made my feelings clear enough that Mary would take the hint and not bother me anymore.
But I underestimated how relentless she would be about reconnecting with her long-lost daughter.
The next morning, as I grabbed my work files and was about to head to the office, I tripped over a massive object just outside my door.
Just as I was about to curse at whoever had left their belongings in my way, I heard a familiar groan.
"Ouch, my arm."
I stiffened and turned towards the sound. My "biological mother" had shown up at my doorstep! Mary had somehow acquired an old blanket, wrapped herself up tightly in it, and was lying at my entrance.
"What are you doing here?"
I took a step back, keeping my distance, feeling a sense of violation.
Mary slowly unwrapped the blanket around her, clutching her old back, and said pitifully, "I just wanted to see you."
As neighbors on my floor came and went early in the morning, they looked curiously at the scene at my doorstep.
"You’ve seen me now. Can you go back?"
I was irritated and just wanted to send this Buddha away quickly.
"I don’t have anywhere to live, Linda. I had to come to you."
"I don’t have room here either. It’s best if you go back to your own home."
Hearing that I wanted her to leave, Mary started crying again.
"I just want to make up for the years I’ve neglected you, to take care of you."
I glanced at my watch; I was going to be late. "I’m doing fine. I don’t need your help. I have to go
to work now."
Seeing me about to leave, Mary grew anxious but still bowed her head and mumbled, "Okay, go to work then. I’ll wait here until you get back."
She was set on not leaving.
I didn’t respond further and walked away, hoping that if I ignored her, she would give up.
But I was naive. Smack in the face—I underestimated Mary.
While I was at work, the property management called me to report that "my mom" was bothering other residents, knocking on doors begging for food and drink. The neighbors had reported a suspicious stranger loitering in the building, and the management asked me to come back and deal with it.
Following up on the property management’s call, I wanted to blurt out, "Call the police," but couldn’t bring myself to say it. I was cold, not heartless.
After all, there was a blood connection; I couldn’t be that indifferent. So, I ended up responding with a simple—"Okay."
I drove home and found three security guards surrounding Mary, who was pleading with them in a lowly manner. When she saw me arrive, she rushed up to me as if seeing a savior, and immediately changed her tune to shout at the guards.
"See, I told you my daughter lives here."
I watched her smug satisfaction and felt manipulated.
Mary ended up entering my home.
Later, I paid a huge price for my soft-heartedness.
I picked up her blaring phone and told her to call her family to pick her up.
But Mary snatched the phone back, adamantly stating she had no family left and just wanted to see her long-lost daughter.
Perhaps due to my lack of social experience, I was not used to dealing with such aggressive people and let Mary stay for many days.
With a case on my hands nearing completion, I had no time to deal with Mary and planned to sort things out after the case ended.
This was a person you couldn’t hit or scold; she just clung to you, crying if you scolded her, saying she had nowhere to go if you asked her to leave.
Although Mary repeatedly claimed to be my "biological mother," she was still a complete stranger to me, and having a stranger in my home was somewhat worrying.
Luckily, I had installed cameras in the house after my adoptive parents passed away, worried about the safety of a girl living alone, so they were on 24-hour surveillance.
In the evenings, I would review the surveillance footage a few times. During the day, Mary would either clean the house or cook, which gradually reassured me.
Every day, no matter how late I worked, I returned home to a brightly lit house with a table full of dishes waiting for me.
As I picked up my chopsticks, I thought about what she was doing now, trying to make amends—it was all useless by now.
"I’m going on a business trip the day after tomorrow. You should pack up and leave tomorrow."
Mary immediately became fearful at my words: "Are… are you driving me away?"
She always acted as if she was deeply aggrieved.
"Yes, I'm going on a business trip, and it’s not appropriate for you to stay here."
"That’s okay, you go ahead. I’ll just clean up the house, and I’ll leave on my own."
Mary’s eyes were full of affection, as if trying to overflow her feelings for her daughter from her gaze.
After saying that, she started bustling around again, either wiping tables or sweeping the floor.
Until just before my trip, I never found the opportunity to send Mary away.
During the trip, my life was upside down, even meals were rushed in five minutes, and I never checked if Mary had left.
After finally getting through the case and returning home, I realized that the drama had just begun.
More events unfolded like wild horses breaking free, still making me nauseous when I think about them.
It all started the day I came back from my trip.
At six in the evening, I stood at my doorstep, luggage in hand, ready to unlock the door. But the moment I opened it, I was stunned.
Inside was a young woman, wearing my pajamas and slippers, staring back at me in confusion.
I pulled out my phone, my finger already on the emergency call button, ready to call the police at any moment.
"Who are you?"
After hearing this, the girl also seemed puzzled and asked, "Who are you looking for?"
I stepped back, checked the door number—no mistake, it was indeed my house.
I dialed 110, "Hello, police? Someone has illegally entered my home…"
Before I could finish, the girl grabbed my arm, "Sister, it’s a misunderstanding, don’t call the police, I’m David’s girlfriend."
Sister?
David?
Who were these people?
I frowned and smoothly pulled my arm from the girl’s grasp.
Minutes later, the police arrived.
"Officer, she entered my house, wearing my pajamas and holding my tablet. I suspect she’s here to rob!" I reported what I had seen to the police without considering the woman’s constant head-shaking.
Soon, I learned the whole story.
The woman, Jennifer, insisted she wasn’t there to rob and kept emphasizing that this was her boyfriend’s house.
"Do you know David?" the police turned to ask me.
"I don’t know him." I answered honestly, completely ignoring Jennifer’s astonished look.
A square-faced officer came in, probably after checking the property records, and said to Jennifer, "Ma’am, this house belongs to Sarah, it has nothing to do with David, and Sarah and David have no relation whatsoever."
Jennifer seemed incredulous, looking at the police and then at me, "That’s impossible. When I arrived, it was David’s mother who let us in, I walked in through the front door, fair and square."
"David’s mother?"
That’s when I remembered that I hadn’t seen Mary since I entered.
"Mary?" I ventured a guess.
Jennifer, recognizing that I knew David’s mother, immediately nodded vigorously, "Yes, yes, officer, look, she knows David’s mom, this is David’s house."
This logic was out of this world.
Just then, Mary and the so-called David returned from grocery shopping.
Seeing the police, they immediately panicked and asked what was going on.
After learning the details, Mary sighed heavily, grabbing the officer’s hand, "Officer, you’re mistaken, this is my daughter’s house. She’s been too busy to care for me, so I called my son and his fiancée over to keep me company. I’m old and just wanted someone to talk to."
The square-faced officer looked puzzled, "But Sarah’s personal information states that her parents have passed away."
"No, no, no, those were her adoptive parents," Mary quickly replied, pulling out a paternity test report from her bag, "Look, this is a parent-child identification, I’m her real mother."
"Paternity test?" I was baffled as I looked at Mary.
It turned out that Mary had used my hair and saliva from my toothbrush to conduct a paternity test while I was on a business trip, and of course, it confirmed that I was biologically related to her.
I felt manipulated.
During the police inquiry, I learned the basics: Mary’s son, David, my "brother," had recently gotten a new girlfriend. Worried that she would look down on their rural home, Mary invited them to stay at my place while I was away, claiming it was a city property.
But she didn’t expect that I would return unexpectedly and even call the police.
Seeing the obvious mix-up, the police decided it was a family dispute and not something they should interfere with. They were about to leave.
Before the officer left, he advised me to spend more time with my parents.
I stood there, feeling that something was off.
Seconds later, I rushed to the living room corner and looked at the cabinet above, which was empty.
"Where are my parents’ photos?" I pointed out.
"Just adoptive parents, having memorial photos around the house is scary." David, big and burly, spoke carelessly.
I was dumbfounded. This house was purchased by my adoptive parents and left to me, it had nothing to do with David, who was shamelessly spouting nonsense.
"Pack your things and get out." I said through gritted teeth.
"How dare you speak like that? Disrespectful brat!" David was quick-tempered and didn’t take kindly to my words.
His reaction only fueled my anger. I glared at the three of them for a long time, venting the frustration I had suffered from Mary these past days, and I kicked open the bedroom door.
Mary thought I was just throwing a tantrum and tried to assert authority in front of her daughter-in-law, "She’s spoiled by her adoptive parents."
Jennifer stood awkwardly in place, continuously agreeing.
I gathered all the items that didn’t belong in the room, regardless of whether they were fragile or not, and walked into the living room. I opened the door and threw everything outside.
The three of them finally realized something was wrong and rushed over.
Seeing her clothes thrown outside while only wearing a nightgown, Jennifer screamed and looked at David for help.
"You crazy woman!" David swung his fist and charged at me, but was stopped by the police who had just reached the door.
"You three, take your things and leave!" I was too tired to argue with these scoundrels and bypassed the police, declaring forcefully.
David, having no affection for his "sister," was infuriated by my commanding presence.
He pushed the police aside and charged at me, his kick missing me but landing solidly on Mary’s stomach.
In an instant, the scene was chaotic with calls to 110 and
120, and Mary was rushed to the hospital, while David and I were taken to the police station. Jennifer, the only bystander, dressed in a nightgown, picked up a coat downstairs, gathered her belongings, and left dejectedly.
After making my statement, I returned home to a mess. I didn’t want to clean up; I just wanted to watch the surveillance footage to see how this family had intruded into my home.
But what I saw on the video left me stunned for a long time.
In the video, Mary was still busy cooking and washing dishes, while David lounged like a lord, remote in hand watching TV. Then I heard Mary tell David, "Once she gets married, the house will be yours, right?"
After turning off the surveillance video, I paced around my room.
Unusual kindness is suspect, as is overeagerness.
Should I take this video to the police?
The police wouldn’t take it seriously; after all, there’s no criminal act, just trivial family matters.
Confront the mother and son with this video?
Probably not effective, given Mary’s penchant for creating scenes; she’d likely talk her way out of it before I could even confront her.
So, what should I do?
While I was pondering, Mary called me from the hospital, wanting to see me to apologize.
I hung up, knowing rationally I should cut ties with these people, but curiosity got the better of me. I wanted to see what they were up to, how far they would go, how shameless they could be.
More importantly, I wanted to bring their scheming into the open, to cut off their hopes once and for all.
When I arrived at the hospital, Jennifer was taking care of Mary, who lay on the bed, unable to get up.
"Linda, dear, I didn’t consider you would react this way. I’m going back to the countryside and won’t bother you anymore." I was used to Mary’s tearful acts and responded with my usual coldness.
"Good, then I won’t see you off." With that, I turned to leave.
But before I could take a step, I was stopped.
"Sister!" It was Jennifer holding me back this time, "Look, Auntie is in such a state, it’s not convenient for us to go back…"
"What do you mean by going back? Isn’t it just a car ride home no matter how sick you are?"
"Sister, why don’t you drive us back? We really don’t have any money left, and we have a lot of luggage."
"Drive you back? I’ll call a cab; you can go back on your own."
"Sister, Auntie did it for you… please, take us back personally. We really don’t know how to travel by car." Looking into Jennifer’s sincere face, I agreed.
I really want to know what else this "biological mother" can do.
After getting my promise, Jennifer turned back and smiled at each other, with complicated meanings in each other's eyes.
Early the next morning, I called a male colleague named Michael, and then prepared to drive Mary back. David and Jennifer did not go with her because of work reasons.
As soon as I got in the car, Mary asked me: "Why did you bring such a big bag?"
I looked straight ahead without looking at her, and said with a smile, "After seeing you off, I'm going to go hiking with my friends."
The car zigzagged on the country road and arrived at a mountain village. There were several old men sitting at the end of the village.
Seeing this brand new vehicle, Mary's eyes lit up. Mary, who had been unable to stand up due to back pain, now straightened up proudly.
"Hey, Sister-in-law Mary, is this your daughter-in-law?" As soon as I got out of the car, I met a man with a fat head and big ears and an oily face, staring at me lustfully.
"This is my second daughter. She was lost a few years ago, but now she has been found."
"Good luck, good luck!" The man's eyes kept circling back and forth on my body. This was a naked look that was rarely seen among colleagues in the city.
"Okay, now that you're home, I'll go back."
Seeing that I was about to leave, Mary grabbed me and said, "Sarah, the road here is difficult and it's dark. You can leave early tomorrow morning."
Before I could speak, I heard a roar coming from the room: "Smelly bitch, you still know how to come back?"
Why don't you die outside? "When Mary heard the man's voice, she shivered reflexively. It seemed that Mary was not doing well at home.
I parked the car outside, and Mary was talking about something in the house. It took a while before she came out with a man.
This man has dark skin and is very strong, and his facial features are very similar to David. Needless to say, this is David's father Robert.
To be precise, he is my "biological father".
"Are you the second girl?" Robert looked me up and down.
On the way here, Mary had already said that I have a sister above me and a brother below me, so these two girls should be talking about me.
"Is this car yours?" No matter how remote the place is, you can still tell that this is a good car.
I was a little confused, so I heard Robert continue, "Why do girls drive such nice cars? Sooner or later they have to get married, what a waste!"
"Haha." This is the first time I have heard such a fresh and refined theory.
"What's your attitude? Is this how your adoptive parents taught you?" Robert looked like he was used to being arrogant and domineering, and others must not disobey him.
"You have a lot to worry about." After Robert heard this, he raised his arms and prepared to fight. As expected of a father and son, their preparations for fighting were exactly the same. Now I am a little glad that I was thrown away by them.
Mary saw that Robert was about to take action if he disagreed, so she immediately stopped her, winked, and pretended to be a peacemaker: "The child finally came back and is tired. Let's call Joseph and have a meal together." After that, Robert He glanced at Mary and walked in angrily.
Dinner was not going well, so I just had a few bites and found a house to live in.
After locking the door, he placed a chair against the door.
The family took action.
Before going to bed, I was afraid that my phone would run out of battery, so I specially found a place with an outlet, then adjusted the phone to the lowest brightness, and then sent a video call to Michael.
"Is something happening?" Michael then made a lewd expression.
"Yes!" Seeing my serious expression, Michael couldn't help but return to normal, "I'm afraid something will happen tonight. The video will be on all the time. If anything unusual happens, you can record the screen immediately and call the police." After that, I will locate the location. Sent to Michael.
Michael has been my colleague for many years, and we usually laugh and scold each other a lot, but when something really happens, he is the first to get in front of me.
Seeing this battle, Michael was extremely serious.
"I hope I'm overthinking it and I'll explain it to you later." I pointed the camera at the house while charging, and huddled in a corner with the anti-wolf stick I carried with me.
It was approaching early in the morning and my eyelids were fighting. Looking at Michael in the video, he looked very energetic, fearing that he would miss every frame.
Does Michael think this is a pornographic film?
Just when I was drowsy, there was a rustling sound outside.
Squeak...the window suddenly opened! I immediately found a piece of cloth to cover the brightness of the phone, and then cheered up.
Immediately afterwards, a head got in through the window, and then tiptoed to my bed.
He was muttering "I'm sorry, I'm sorry". Just when he lifted the quilt and was about to pounce on me, I immediately took out my mace and knocked him out. Thinking that once was not enough, I shocked him a few more times. Then he took out a flashlight from his hiking bag.
After I got used to the light, I opened my eyes and finally saw the scene in front of me clearly - a naked man wearing only briefs looked like a corpse, lying motionless on the bed, holding a towel in his hand! When I looked closer, I saw that there were holes in the pants.
This scene is simply disgusting. I feel like I’m going to vomit out the food I ate the day before yesterday.
It was Joseph, the man who was invited to dinner by Mr. and Mrs. Robert that night.
This Joseph is the accountant of the village. He is in his thirties and wears glasses. At first glance, he looks quite polite.
But his hands and feet are extremely dishonest. He always took advantage of me secretly during dinner last night.
I'm not a vegetarian, so I retorted a few words at this man, but this man looked so shameless and skinless, so he had to push even further, and a pair of big greasy hands directly touched my thighs.
I didn't show any respect, so I poured the ice water in the bowl from Joseph's head to the ground to remind him to respect himself.
Mary quickly brought a towel to Joseph, not forgetting to scold me for being unruly.
"Linda what are you doing?"
"I think he's not very clear-headed." After saying that, he put down the cup in his hand and was about to go back to the house, but was stopped by Mary.
"Robert really likes you. You see Robert is young and promising, and you are already old enough. It's time to find a husband." Are you planning to make me stay here just for a blind date with this disgusting man?
I thought to myself.
Mary echoed from the side, saying that the man’s wife died a few years ago, he has no children, and his family is in pretty good condition. If I follow him, I will be close to my parents’ home and I won’t be easily bullied.
The implication is that he wants to bring the two of us together.
"You look like this, you want to introduce me to a blind date?" I said unceremoniously, completely ignoring Joseph, whose face was already turning green.
"Men should marry when they are young, and women should marry when they are young. Haven't you heard about the orders of parents and the words of matchmakers? I think all your studies over the years have been in vain." Robert looked so righteous and upright, which made me dumbfounded. .
After more than 20 years of ignoring them and arranging the marriage as soon as they came up, I probably knew their plan to let me marry this Joseph. Then it would be much easier for them to live in that house. No matter whether I sell the house in the future, they will have it. One portion of Joseph.
Mary was chatting next to him, saying bluntly that Joseph was good here and there was good there, and she would never suffer a loss if she followed him in the future.
I didn't have the appetite to eat either, so I said "Since it's so good, why don't you remarry" and went back to the house.
Later, there was a scene where he got electric shock through the window.
I turned on all the lights in the room, and everything was bright.
The man in front of me was naked and holding a piece of cloth in his hand. I suspected that it was drugged, so I took a few photos with my phone and put it in a plastic bag and sealed it.
Then he tied Joseph to the chair with a rope and tied him tightly.
When I look back on my experience in the past half month, it is really colorful. First, my mother came to sleep in the corridor, then a younger brother and sister came to wear their own pajamas, and then there was a house that conspired to miss me. Today, I almost lost my innocence.
By the time I finished collecting the evidence, it was dawn and someone was already walking outside the door. Before I opened the door, Michael called the police for me.
At this time, there was a rapid knock on the door, and the clanging sound seemed to be full of anger. I looked through the crack of the window and saw a woman standing outside the door, who looked roughly like my son.
Thinking that the police were coming soon, I opened the door with an anti-wolf stick.
Unexpectedly, as soon as the door opened, this woman reached out and slapped me! Instantly, my face became hot, and my anger rushed from the soles of my feet to the center of my eyebrows.
This meeting gift is really unique.
Without saying a word, I slapped the woman back with my backhand, and also gave her a kick! Then he slammed the door shut, and no matter how hard the woman knocked, she was still not ready to open it.
In the voice of the woman at the door cursing, I learned that this woman might be my sister, Elizabeth.
"I heard that it was you, the debt collector, who put my mother in the hospital?" She slammed the door and yelled, and the words that followed were unbearable.
"Elizabeth, why are you back?" Mary and Robert stayed overnight outside. As soon as they entered the house, they saw the eldest daughter with a few faint red marks on her face.
"Mom, why did you come back from outside? David said you were injured. Let me see where you feel uncomfortable." Putting aside Elizabeth's image of a shrew, she was actually a filial child who cared about Mary very much.
"I'm fine, I'm fine, this..." Mary pointed to my room. "Hmph! This debt collector has done something wrong and doesn't dare to open the door.
"Elizabeth was naturally referring to my collision with Mary, but when it came to Mary's ears, it had a different meaning." Linda, have you gotten up?
Come and open the door.
"I stayed silent in the back room. Mary thought I was guilty and didn't dare to open the door. She pretended to be worried and said anxiously: "Is something going to happen to Linda in there? Robert, please open the door quickly! "
As soon as Robert heard this, he took an axe, smashed the door handle open, and then kicked the door open.
The moment the door opened, there were three people standing at the door gaping at the naked man tied to a chair in front of them.
Elizabeth reacted first, screamed, and then turned away. She didn't expect that I actually tied up a man in the room.
When Joseph saw Mary and Robert, he seemed to be seeing a savior. He struggled to ask for help, but his mouth was stuffed with socks and he couldn't make a sound. He only whimpered a few words from his nostrils.
At this time, Michael came with the police. He was afraid that something might happen to me yesterday, so he came later and stayed in a small hotel nearby.
Michael protected me behind him, frowning tightly, but I raised the corner of my mouth, ready to enjoy the drama that was about to be staged.
"Joseph!" Mary was the first to react and ran over in a hurry to untie her, but I stopped her.
"Hey, don't move around. This is a rapist. If you dare to untie him, you are an accomplice!" I immediately yelled at Mary.
When Mary heard the word rapist, she immediately panicked: "No, no, this, this must be a misunderstanding. How could Joseph do that kind of thing! Joseph?"
Joseph nodded vigorously on the other end to show his innocence, but the word innocent did not fit with his naked image at all.
"Isn't this nonsense!" Robert didn't care who was an accomplice or not. He pushed me away and stepped forward to untie Joseph.
"Wait a minute." The police stopped him.
"This man crawled into my room in the middle of the night!" I pointed my finger at Joseph and shouted to the police.
"Misunderstanding! Misunderstanding! This is Joseph from our village. They were originally on a blind date..." Mary hesitated, but there was something in her words that made people couldn't help but think about it.
"Is there anyone dressed like this for a blind date?" I said bluntly.
At this time, the socks in Joseph's mouth had been taken off. He looked at Mr. and Mrs. Robert and then at the police. After a while, he said, "Sarah and I fell in love at first sight. She asked me to come to her room at night. Who would have thought that I just I was stunned when I came in and all my clothes were gone. I suspected that they had stolen my money and were now framing me.
"I saw that what he said was clear and logical, and he looked so upright. I couldn't help but clap my hands for him! The tall policeman looked at Robert and his wife with some curiosity. The couple persuaded Joseph and said that their daughter If he is ignorant, let him not take it to heart.
A naked man appeared inexplicably in his girl's room. Instead of asking for an explanation for his daughter, he apologized to a man. Anyone who saw it would notice something was wrong.
"My character is guaranteed in the village. Sister Robert, you'd better think clearly. Your parents are still living in the village." Joseph threatened me nakedly, but what he didn't know was that I had nothing to do with my biological parents. I have a good impression and don't want to care about their next days.
I gave Joseph a contemptuous look, took out the towel from the plastic bag, and handed it to the policeman.
"I suspect there are drugs in here. He brought the towel in."
"You framed me!" When Joseph saw the towel, he was alarmed that something was about to go wrong, and he quickly bit off the false accusation.
I wasn't upset at all, I just said to Joseph: "You sneaked in through the window, I've recorded it."
"What?" Joseph suddenly felt like he was struck by thunder.
He had calculated everything, but he never thought that I would keep this one. He originally thought that they had no evidence and that as long as he was bitten to death by a conspiracy, he would be fine. It turned out that the things he said before were just a clown's fault. .
Joseph's old face turned red and he risked his life and said, "It's Robert. They asked me to do this. They wanted to betroth their daughter to me. It will be more convenient for the village in the future. The bride price and other things can be waived. It's just that his girl has some money in the city." The suite will no longer be used when they get married, so it will be used as a wedding room for their son."
really.
"Oh, okay, let's talk in the station." After the tall policeman finished speaking, he was about to take Joseph away.
As soon as Joseph heard that he was about to enter the police station, he immediately quit: "Comrade police, I entered the room with Robert's permission. When they saw that Sarah didn't agree, they were going to let me cook the rice. She is their daughter anyway."
After saying that, he looked at Robert and his wife as if asking for help. They were obviously ignorant of the law.
"No, no, no, we don't know about this." Robert and Mary rarely said in unison.
"Joseph, how could you wrongly accuse us? How could we do such a crazy thing!" Mary started her performance again, "Comrade police, Robert and I went to a relative's house to play cards last night. We finished playing cards too late. He fell asleep there, and when he came back, he saw Joseph tied up here. We were also confused."
Joseph's eyes widened and he looked at the two of them in disbelief: "It's obviously what you said last night. No one was here at night, so let me get the matter done quickly!"
"What should we do? Do you have any evidence?" Robert shouted, which stunned Joseph. He said that there was no evidence and left no evidence, so he could only suffer a loss. But Joseph was used to being domineering in the village and couldn't bear the grievance. He rushed forward and started a fight with Robert, while the tall policeman started the fight.
The scene was chaotic.
"Beast! Beast! Beast!" A high-pitched female voice sounded, it was Elizabeth.
She suddenly went crazy and cried loudly, smashing everything in the yard and shouting "beast" while crying.
In the end, I don't know whether it was due to lack of physical strength or being too excited, but I fainted.
Elizabeth went to the hospital and Joseph went to the police station.
After I finished writing the transcript, I drove back with Michael. Instead of visiting Elizabeth, Mr. and Mrs. Robert ran to my house and asked me to withdraw the lawsuit, saying that Joseph should not be messed with.
"Why can't you mess with them?" I looked at the couple with some fun, knowingly asking, holding the door to prevent them from entering.
"This... this..." Mary and Robert looked at each other. They were afraid that Joseph would confess them. Although they said it was unfounded, their life in the village would definitely be difficult in the future. They hesitated for a long time, "Country folks Yes, why are you so ugly?"
I smiled slightly and said, "My daughter is in hospital, why are you still so concerned about your own face?"
"The water a married daughter throws away will be handled by her husband's family!" Robert looked domineering like the head of the family, as if he was setting rules with me.
"If you don't go back and fix it, your mother and I have something going on, and I'll ask you to provide for us in our old age!" Robert decided to break the rules and fight with me. I was surprised. They have a daughter and a son. , why are you pestering yourself all day?
"You have no time to mess with me here, why not go home and think about how to deal with Joseph."
When they returned to the village, Joseph's group of bad friends would definitely cause trouble for them. They were planning to marry me because they knew that Joseph had some influence in the village.
"Why did I give birth to you, such a white-eyed wolf!" Seeing me pretending to close the door to see the guests away, Robert became anxious and yelled. The neighbors around him also looked curiously at me.
When Mary saw the neighbors coming out one after another, she knelt on the ground, hugged my legs and cried: "I am your biological mother, you have to raise me! It is clear on the test sheet that I am your biological mother." ah!"
"I have nothing to do with you anymore. I was adopted from an orphanage by my parents. The adoption procedures are clearly written in black and white!"
"That's not it. I accidentally lost you." Mary stuttered a little. She knew that I never believed her so-called "accidental" argument. Abandonment is abandonment, but I have never been willing to argue with her, nor did I I am willing to quarrel with their family.
You talk about the East and they talk about the West. It’s hard to understand because of the quarrel.
The last time I sent Mary back, I wanted to know what their plans were. I was worried that they would secretly harm me in the future. Wouldn't it be unprepared? It was better to expose their plan once and for all to avoid future troubles.
"Oh, why is the first-born girl called Elizabeth? It's not so that she can give birth to a son later. After she gave birth to me, she threw it away and gave birth to a new one when she saw that it was a girl. Fortunately, David is a boy. Otherwise, you would have accidentally lost another one. "Where's the child?" Seeing that I was right, Mary's eyes were a little uncertain, "You found me later because my parents died and left me a house. You thought I could help your precious son, didn't you?"
"But, after all, we are a family..." Mary interrupted me anxiously, trying to kidnap me with family affection.
"You can leave. If you come to harass me again, I will send you in for a crime of coercion. I recorded what Joseph said at that time."
When Mary heard that she was going to jail, she immediately panicked and said, "No, no, how can a daughter sue her mother? It's against common sense and it's not allowed by God."
Before Mary could finish speaking, I slammed the door shut. I knew Mary was standing at the door, but I didn't dare to knock again for a long time.
One day, Michael, who was watching the excitement, ran up to her and asked mysteriously, "Do you know why Elizabeth suddenly went crazy that day?"
I didn't care about Robert's matter and said perfunctorily: "I don't know."
"Michael didn't care whether I was listening or not, he said to himself: "The husband Elizabeth married back then used the same tactics to deal with you. "
"What?" My eyes lit up, and Michael suddenly felt that it was worthwhile to go to the police station these days.
At that time, Elizabeth fell in love with a young man from a neighboring village, and they were about to get married. However, Robert refused to agree, for no other reason than that he disliked the young man for being too poor.
Forced by her parents, Elizabeth had sex again and again.
The couple fell in love with a nouveau riche. Although they were divorced, they had no children and the family was rich. They would definitely be able to help this impoverished family in the future.
However, Elizabeth was stubborn and refused to agree, so the couple thought of a bad move. They invited the upstart to their home, and then poured wine into Elizabeth. Elizabeth drank without thinking too much.
Unexpectedly, the next day, there was a fat man sleeping next to the bed.
Elizabeth's innocence was lost. Mary pushed the door open and walked in. She didn't fight for justice for her daughter, nor did she try to keep a low profile for the sake of her daughter's innocence. She just cried and cried for the man to take responsibility.
The small village is very feudal. If he does such an immoral thing, Elizabeth can only marry him.
Her married life was unsatisfactory. The man took advantage of her while she was pregnant. The mistress called her home within a few days and beat her several times. In the end, she divorced the man and raised the child alone in the village.
Elizabeth has never been able to figure out why she inexplicably slept with a man that night, and why her parents went out to play cards that night.
She always thought it was her own big mistake, until what happened to Joseph happened, the same routine, the same situation.
Elizabeth looked at Joseph, who was only wearing a pair of torn underpants and tied to a chair, and suddenly thought of the disgusting man who slept next to her that day.
She also recalled that when she got married, the man gave her family double the bride price. She also recalled that when they divorced, the man said that she was originally bought to give birth to a child for him, and he left the house before she gave birth to a son.
Only then did I realize that I had been deceived by my parents! After I heard this gossip, I had to be grateful that I was abandoned by them at that time. It was a blessing for me.
After the break, I resumed my work life at two o'clock and one line at a time.
Oh, the only difference is that there seems to be a little tail behind him. Michael follows him here and there all day long, saying that he wants to protect himself and not be targeted by the group of jackals, tigers and leopards.
Later I learned that Jennifer was pregnant.
Joseph's case did not involve Mr. and Mrs. Robert because of insufficient evidence, but chicken blood was often splashed on the door of their home.
The old couple's reputation was already bad, so naturally they could no longer stay in the village. Their daughter's whereabouts were unknown, so they had no choice but to seek refuge with their son David in the city.
Jennifer was pregnant, and the first condition for getting married was to get a house. I thought I had the house in my pocket, but it happened that the house was not available, and then there were two more people in the rental house with David.
Jennifer and David quarreled several times, and finally found themselves confused about the future, so they decided to break up and go have an abortion alone.
After experiencing this change, Elizabeth became a stranger to her biological parents. Her son also blamed them for the breakup. Joseph's father would come to threaten them from time to time. Mary and Robert simply lived as if they would not have a happy ending.
Now these are just my jokes after dinner. After all, they are just a group of strangers whose evil deeds are rewarded.