My sister-in-law was determined to raise my niece into a socialite who could marry into a wealthy family and become a rich young madam.
Starting at age three, my niece was constantly enrolled in extracurricular classes.
That is, until I, a teacher, forcibly took her in and raised her myself.
After that, my niece grew up happily and got into a prestigious university.
But during the summer break of her freshman year, she angrily pushed me off the eighteenth floor.
As I fell, I saw her twisted, crazed face. “If you hadn’t stopped Mom, I’d already be dating a rich second-generation heir!”
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day my sister-in-law was choosing extracurricular classes for my three-year-old niece.
In response to her question, I said, “Add painting classes too. A proper young lady should be skilled in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting.”
