My Miserly Mom Suddenly Wants to Give Me the Family Fortune, So I Climb Out the Window in the Middle of the Night

On the eve of National Day, my mother, who hadn't contacted me in eight hundred years, actually called to say she missed me.

I wasn't keen on going, but I still went home.

As soon as I walked in, Mom grabbed me and said she was giving me all her property.

"I treated you badly in the past. Tomorrow, I'll invite our relatives and friends to a banquet and make it official."

I pretended to be thrilled, then turned around and jumped out of a second-floor window in fright.

Other people might not know, but I did.

My mom was a penny-pinching miser and a terminal case of son preference.

She kept a ledger of everything she spent on me as I grew up, expecting me to pay it back to my younger brother when I was older.

If I ate even one piece of meat from his bowl, she'd hang me up and beat me half to death.

Her favorite thing was measuring my bust, waist, and hips, then telling the whole world so she could marry me off and earn a bride price for my brother.

Would someone like that really give me the family fortune ahead of my brother?

There had to be something fishy going on.

After I fled in the middle of the night, Mom called every minute to curse me as an ungrateful wretch.

My relatives all complained that I was being unreasonable: "Your mom's giving you all her property. What more do you want?"

The family group chat kept filling up with messages.

Then the next day, a message popped up: "Something's wrong! Come back right now. Something big has happened. Your mom..."