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From that day on, my younger son, Zhu Wenbin, started to treat us with disdain. He would often argue with us.
Once, I accidentally scratched his electric scooter, and in front of the neighbors, he pointed at me and shouted, "Old Man, are you doing this on purpose? You’ve ruined my brand new bike!"
I wanted to retort, but before I could say anything, he threw his helmet right at my feet. "You old fool, just go back to your hometown! You're just a burden and useless!"
My heart sank. But I am his father; no matter how angry I was, I had to endure it. I thought that once he calmed down, our father-son relationship would improve.
Little did I know, he only became more outrageous. Every day when he came home, he wore a scowl on his face and treated us coldly. Even my daughter-in-law joined in with sarcastic remarks, accusing me of being a biased Old Man.
In my own son’s house, I felt like an outsider—an enemy.
By 2010, I finally understood the root of the problem. I decided to tackle it head-on.
I mustered the courage to approach my eldest son and asked him for 60,000 yuan. I also sold our old house and farmland in the village, scraping together a total of 100,000 yuan.
I thought this would satisfy him. Seizing an opportunity, I called Zhu Wenbin and his wife over.
I placed the 100,000 yuan on the table. " The Youngest Child, I've gathered this money with your brother as compensation for you. Let’s not bring up the house issue again."
Zhu Wenbin looked at the money on the table and rubbed his hands together with a dry laugh. "Dad, you don’t need to say that; it’s not about the money for me—I'm just a bit resentful."
Before he finished speaking, he wrapped his arms around the money on the table and pulled it close to himself.
However, as soon as the money was in hand, Zhu Wenbin's eyes shifted, and his expression changed slightly.
“Dad, isn’t 100,000 too little?”
“The house on North Street is worth at least three times more than mine.”
“Are you just trying to brush me off with 100,000?”
I felt a tightness in my chest. “This is all the money I have; I even sold the old house in the village.”
“Well, I don’t care. You go ask your brother for more,” Zhu Wenbin said loudly.
“Give me another 200,000, and we’ll call it even.”
I was furious; I never expected my younger son to be so greedy.
I had already fallen out with my eldest son over the 60,000 he was forced to ask for. He had made it clear that he wanted nothing to do with me anymore.
I firmly declared, “There’s nothing left; if you don’t want it, then forget it.”
“Now give me back the 100,000.”
“Bullshit! That money was supposed to be mine in the first place.”
“You still want it back?”
“I think you’ve truly lost your mind.”
Zhu Wenbin flipped the table over. “If it weren’t for your favoritism, would your brother be able to take such advantage?”
I stood up and said decisively, “200,000? You might as well stop dreaming.”
“Haha,” Zhu Wenbin sneered when he saw I wouldn’t agree. “Dad, I see through you now.
“You only care about my brother; you’ve never treated me like a son!”
His wife chimed in from the side, fanning the flames. “Exactly! Father-in-law, you’re too biased!
Why does my brother get to live in a nice house while we live in a rundown one?
All these years we’ve been taking care of you and Grandma—what’s the point?”
You…
I was so angry that I couldn't find the words to speak.
Over the years, I had gradually spent all my savings to support them. My husband and I were capable; we not only didn’t need their help but also took care of the children, did the laundry, and cooked meals, dedicating ourselves entirely to this family.
Now, we had become the ones they accused of living off others.
I turned away and left, not wanting to deal with the two of them any longer. I truly never expected this day would come.
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