Reborn Concubine, Be Respectful First

"Miss, Miss," a childish voice came from my ear, "Nurse, Miss is awake."

When the little girl saw Su Xinqing open her eyes, she ran out quickly and told the nanny the good news.

During the few minutes that Su Xinqing was in a daze, an old man and a child came in from outside. The old woman was wearing an indigo-colored narrow-sleeved Confucian skirt, and the little boy was wearing a pink double-breasted Confucian skirt and had two buns on his hair.

"Miss, my miss, are you feeling better? What do you want to eat? The wet nurse will make it for you. Your aunt is gone, and you still have your stepmother. You can't hurt your body," the old woman looked at Su Xinqing lovingly and wiped the non-existent tears from the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief.

Su Xinqing slowly recalled that the woman in front of her was her wet nurse when she was a child. However, not long after her aunt passed away, she returned to her hometown to retire on the pretext of being ill, and she had not seen her since.

The little girl next to her was none other than her silly girl, Lu He. At this time, Lu He no longer had the inferiority complex of being a slave, which was often visible on her face. She was still ignorant of the ways of the world, a little girl who would only cry when something happened and had no opinion of her own.

"No, nurse, I want to drink some water. My head still hurts." Su Xinqing said weakly, then used her thin arms to prop up her upper body and tried to sit up.

"Oh, young lady, how can you get up?" The nurse said to Lu He beside her with a worried look on her face, "Bring a bowl of water to the young lady."

When Lu He heard the order, she also obediently lifted her two short legs and ran out of the house. When she passed the threshold, she was afraid of falling, so she held the door frame. Lu He was a little girl that her aunt bought on the way back from Xiangguo Temple. The man said she was 3 years old, but her aunt said she was at most 2 years old, about the same age as Su Xinqing. She followed Su Xinqing to play, and started to do some simple chores when she grew up a little.

After Lu He left, Su Xinqing closed her eyes and rested. When there was any movement again, water flowed into Su Xinqing's mouth, and she became much more awake instantly. Seeing that the water in the bowl was almost empty, the wet nurse put down the bowl in her hand and gently stroked Su Xinqing's chest back and forth a few times to help the water flow down her chest to prevent her from feeling uncomfortable when she lay down.

"Miss, do you want to drink more?" the nurse asked. She then carefully looked at Su Xinqing's face and saw that she was indeed much better than in the morning. She could even talk. She breathed a sigh of relief and continued to ask, "Miss, do you want to continue to rest?"

"Yeah." Su Xinqing had just woken up and her mind was still a little confused. She leaned back gently, indicating that she wanted to lie down.

The wet nurse thought that she had just lost her aunt and had caught a cold because she insisted on keeping watch all night. The double blow made her weak and she needed a good rest. After putting the girl down, she pulled the quilt over to cover the young master.

Seeing Su Xinqing had closed her eyes, the nurse pulled the confused Lu He out and said as she walked away, "The girl wants to rest. I'll go to the kitchen to check on the food. You stay here and watch. Listen to what the girl says."

"Okay, nurse." Lu He answered affirmatively in a crisp voice.

Hearing the sound of the two people closing the door, Su Xinqing opened her eyes, looked at the mahogany step-out bed and the ivory-white curtains, and clutched the smoky green quilt with a pipa pattern in her hand. A strong hatred spread from her heart.

It was a winter evening in mid-December, and water would have frozen into ice in the north. Now it was like falling into an ice cellar. I only regretted that I was blind in my previous life. Everything was my own fault. I must pay the price for my actions, but the price is too severe, and the people who used me and hurt me are still alive and well. How can I not hate the injustice of this world?

But now that I'm back, I naturally won't let those people have an easy time. All the good things that happened in the past must be repaid, and it shouldn't be too much to ask for some interest. Moreover, I also remembered what happened before I traveled through this book.

I was originally a 211 graduate, an older woman who had been struggling in a big city for many years without getting married. There is a word that suits me at that time: "contemporary small town test-taker."

Living in a small county in Yunnan Province, I didn't have any good resources. But I was admitted to a 211 university in the capital with my hard work and my score was among the top ten in the county. I saw the difference between people in college, and I studied harder and worked part-time. Basically, by the time I was a junior, the scholarship and part-time job money were enough to cover the cost of a year.

After graduating successfully, I chose Shanghai. I gave the money I earned in the previous few years to my family, saying that my younger brother needed it to buy a house and get married. Since I went to college and my younger brother did not, this was what I should do, and I did not realize there was anything wrong at the time.

Except for my basic expenses, I basically gave all my salary for the first five years after graduation to my family. When I returned home after having to rest for a while due to illness, I no longer had my own room.

Although I paid for the new house, the property was in my younger brother's name, so my sister-in-law naturally didn't want me to live in it. My own room in the old house was converted into my grandmother's room, and my younger brother's original room was given to my nephew.

I had to share a room with my grandma, and my parents and grandma often asked me, "Xiaoqing, when are you going to go back to work? Your nephew's milk powder is almost finished.?"

Yes, she also bought the milk powder and diapers for my nephew.

I silently took out my mobile phone and looked at the transfer record on the bank app.

Over the years, I have transferred more than 50 yuan to my family.

This does not include the things you buy on a regular basis and the red envelopes you receive via WeChat during holidays.

Feeling disheartened, the next morning, before my parents got up, I packed up a suitcase and a backpack and left the land that had nurtured me for 18 years.

For the next five years, I sent my parents 2,000 yuan a month for living expenses and ignored everything else.

Friends and relatives all called to say that she was an ungrateful person, an unfilial child, a bad person, who enjoyed herself without caring about her parents and brothers, and who had forgotten her roots, etc. Su Xinqing didn't care about any of it. She just told her parents that she would not get the two-year monthly child support even if she made a fuss. Finally, they stopped.

When I think about it carefully, the words my parents used to brainwash me don’t stand up to scrutiny. It was just that I didn’t think too much about it at the time, which is why I was controlled by my family for so many years.

My younger brother doesn't want to go to college, doesn't he? He simply can't pass the entrance exam. Are my parents really that old and sick? Do they have to spend thousands of dollars on medicine every month? Is it just an excuse to ask for money?

After not going home for more than five years, Su Xinqing finally saved enough for the down payment to buy a house in the suburbs of Shanghai, but her life came to an abrupt end due to an accident.

On the way to see the house on the bus, they encountered a traffic accident. Unfortunately, Su Xinqing, who was sitting close to the door, died on the spot. Even the hospital's rescue costs were not paid by the other party. Her sloppy life came to an abrupt end.

Floating in the funeral home, waiting for my family to arrive, there was still sadness on my parents' faces, and my mother's eyes were red.

However, his father and brother no longer pretended, and looked indifferent and disdainful.

Following my family, I saw them go through the notarization and take out all their savings with proof documents. I couldn't suppress my joy, and the little bond between me and them was completely severed.