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I went to my boyfriend's house to discuss marriage during the Mid-Autumn Festival. When the atmosphere was just right, someone suddenly knocked on the door. As soon as I opened the door, my mother rushed in with someone from the mediation column team. She was so excited that she picked up the tea and poured it on my face. "A black-hearted white-eyed wolf, how dare he steal your brother's wedding jewelry!" "As soon as he climbed a high branch, he sucked the blood of your disabled brother to increase his appearance!" "It's so hard for him to find a good girl who doesn't dislike him. Do you have any conscience?" The lame brother knelt down, "Sister, please give it back to me!" The mediator immediately turned the microphone over and pointed the camera at me. "I heard that gold jewelry is a set for one person. Don't you think it's shameful if you take all of it?" The boyfriend's whole family was surprised, while his mother and brother secretly exchanged glances. I was so angry that I laughed. If that's the case, don't blame me for being "heartless".

Not long after his biological father passed away, his boyfriend Zhou Zhengyang's father also became seriously ill. But his family is in a difficult situation and cannot afford millions of dollars in medical expenses. At a critical moment, I decided to spend all my savings and use the money from selling the house to help him. The Zhou family was extremely grateful to me, and he even vowed to be good to me throughout his life. One day I went to visit a patient and overheard the family members in the next bed chatting in the hallway. "That's weird, Lao Zhou. He refused to be discharged from the hospital even though he was suffering from a minor illness." "Isn't that right! And he always calls Xiaoyang's girlfriend a miser, tsk tsk." My breath stagnated, and I tightly grasped the million-dollar winning lottery ticket in my hand. After regaining consciousness, I lowered my head and deleted the message I was going to send to Zhou Zhengyang.

On the way home for the Chinese New Year, we encountered a huge traffic jam due to heavy snowfall. Finally, I drove quickly to the service area to buy some hot food, but found that the food had been swept away. Ye Qian, who was in the same car, stared closely at the back seat of the car, where there were soft pastries packed in thermal bags. I glanced at her and said, "Don't even think about it. This is my mother's favorite. I woke up early and queued for three hours to buy it." She shrank her neck with a look of disdain. But when I returned to the car after loading the hot water, I saw her stuffing pastries into her mouth and giving them to a strange little boy. I rushed forward and snatched it away, but before I could say anything, Ye Qian said angrily: "It's just a few pieces of broken pastries, treat them as treasures, I just threw them to feed the dogs." At this moment, she never expected that she would be kneeling in the snow to fight with the dogs for food twelve hours later.