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I realized my family was crazy. My mother, who has always favored sons over daughters, pushed a bowl of bird's nests in front of me. My father, who looked down on me, gave me a black card and told me to use it as I pleased. The most outrageous thing is my brother. He rushed into my company and punched my boss away, saying that he caused me to die of depression in my previous life. As a result, I was fired. They didn't give me any chance to defend myself and took me home directly. Dad confiscated my mobile phone and computer and said he would help me isolate myself from all negative information. My mother made a precise "recuperation" plan for me, including medicinal bath at seven o'clock in the morning, bird's nest at eight o'clock, and classical music at ten o'clock. I reached for the fruit knife, and my mother's tears fell first, "Yiyi, don't touch these, your hands are for painting, not for rough work." My brother kept repeating in my ear, "Those colleagues and friends are all leeches that suck your blood. I'll help you cut them off. In your previous life, you were too soft-hearted, and that's why you were killed by them." They were immersed in self-moved compensation, but they ruined my supposedly smooth life. It wasn't until my brother "saved" me from a car accident that I missed the most important international competition that I finally exploded. I shook his hand away and looked at them all coldly. "Go to whomever you owe money to in your previous life. Don't torture me."