My mother is 45 years old and pregnant at an advanced age.
The baby in her womb was found to have an excess of male genes.
I confronted her, demanding she abort the child.
My father slapped me, yelling, "How could you be so cruel? He's your own brother!"
"Dad, Mom, this child can't be kept! He'll cause big problems!"
Looking at the male gene test report in my hand, I firmly objected.
I know very well that my parents only have one daughter, and they desperately want a son.
Years ago, my mother suffered a difficult labor and severe bleeding during my birth. Although she received timely treatment, her uterus was badly damaged, making it virtually impossible for her to conceive again.
But unexpectedly, after years of treatment, she became pregnant at 45!
It's not that I'm afraid of someone taking my inheritance; it's that this child has a genetic problem! "Shut up!" My dad roared, slapping me hard across the face. "How could you be so vicious? He's your own brother!"
I covered my burning cheek, looking at my dad with a complex and painful gaze. "Vicious? I'm kind!"
"You have no idea how terrifying supermale syndrome is. They're born bad, born criminals. If you want to die, don't drag innocent people down with you!"
I lost control, screaming wildly.
My dad trembled with rage, slapping me again hard. "You unfilial daughter! Get out! Get out!"
2 For seven months, I didn't step foot in my house.
They didn't contact me, and I didn't contact them.
Until my aunt called to share the good news.
"Qingqing, come back quickly! You have a little brother!"
The excited chatter on the other end almost shattered my eardrums.
I sneered inwardly. This little brother is no good.
Wait until he grows up and has his own mind, then let's see if they can still laugh! "I'm busy, I have to work overtime."
I refused without hesitation; I didn't want to see this child at all.
After hanging up, my mother called immediately. Her voice was weak: "Qingqing, Mom knows you're sad and your dad hit you, but he's hurting too. Can you just come back and see your little brother?"
"He's really cute and well-behaved. He's not the super-male gene you're talking about." My mother was playing the family card: "Even if he is, I believe we can change his heart with love, okay?"
Change his heart?
Change his heart with our lives?
That's wishful thinking!
3. When I got home, all my aunts and uncles surrounded my house.
My mother, the Empress Dowager who had given birth to the Crown Prince, was lying on her luxurious bed, overflowing with maternal love as she looked at the Crown Prince surrounded by her aunts.
"Qingqing, you're back!" my eldest aunt shouted, and everyone's eyes instantly fell on me.
First of all, I didn't come home to see the Crown Prince.
I came back to get my household registration certificate; I plan to move out permanently.
I don't want to endure this chaotic life.
Under my mother's expectant gaze, I coldly said, "I'm just back to get the household registration certificate, not to see him."
I glanced at the "crown prince" (my son); he looked seven parts like his father and three parts like his mother.
He seemed quite well-behaved when sleeping.
"Qingqing, can you stop making a fuss?" My father came back from outside, carrying several cans of formula. "Dad knows you're angry, but you've seen it yourself, your brother is so obedient, how could he possibly have supermale syndrome?"
"Obedient?" I remembered the torturous skills inherent in supermale syndrome: "You all have dark circles under your eyes, darker than ink; you've probably been holding him to sleep for the past month, haven't you?"
Of course, the only ones with dark circles are my parents.
Besides, they only called me when the baby was a month old.
I could guess with my toes that they wanted me to come back and take care of the baby.
The previously noisy bedroom instantly fell silent.
"You needed to be held to sleep when you were little, don't think so badly of your brother. I think you're just afraid the family fortune will fall into his hands, that's why you ostracize him!"
My dad kept refuting my words.
My mom remained silent; she's the kind of person who only cares about appearances.
Because my dad would stand up for her.
But when my dad isn't around, or when he can't handle things, she'll shift all the blame onto others for her own benefit.
They're both the type who believe they're 100% right, and even when they're wrong, they'll argue until they're 90%.
"Fine, I'm going home."
I want to see how their so-called obedient son will torment them without the help of relatives!
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