【Li Zhiyue's Self-narration】

I am the only college student in our village, but I am a girl.

In Li's Village, daughters are burdensome and are meant to be married off to other families sooner or later.

Even though I was always the top student in my class since childhood, my parents still did not give me money for education.

In order to avoid getting married, I started working at the age of thirteen.

At that time, my academic performance was good, and poor students were exempt from tuition fees.

However, I had no money for meals in order to continue studying.

I did bricklaying, cement work, worked as a waitress, washed dishes, worked as a salesperson, and even fought with dogs for bread.

Finally, I managed to save enough for my living expenses.

When I went to college, my mother found out that all these years I actually earned money to support myself in studying.

She started asking me to earn money for repairing the house and for my younger brother's marriage.

All the money I earned part-time during college was taken by her.

If I didn't give her money, she would scold me for being heartless and threaten to come to my school and let the teachers and classmates see what kind of person I am.

I dared not defy, so I complied with her.

Ironically, Li Fuyou only completed junior high school, does not work, and stays at home playing games every day. They do not urge him to find a job, but instead ask me for money.

But that's how our family is, daughters are unworthy, and sons are treasured.

Even my name was given in anticipation of Li Fuyou's arrival.

Since childhood, Li Fuyou didn't have to do anything, while I always had endless chores as soon as I woke up each day.

Well, that's enough digression. Let's get back to the point.

After graduation, Li Fuyou wanted to start a business, but not only did he lose all the family's savings, he also got deeply in debt.

My mother came to me for money, asking for 200,000 yuan.

What did 200,000 yuan mean at that time, when the housing prices in the city center were only 3,000 yuan?

I said I didn't have it, but she wouldn't listen and threatened to sue me in court, making me repay her for her years of raising me.

She said that as long as I helped my younger brother repay this 200,000 yuan, she would never ask me for money again and would not interfere in my marriage.

I thought I could really put an end to this first half of my life that was being drained.

I borrowed money from teachers and classmates, and took out loans everywhere just to gather the 200,000 yuan.

After that, I lived frugally, worked part-time after work, and took multiple jobs to make ends meet, until two years later when I finally paid off all the debt.

What I didn't expect was that two years later, when she found out that I had paid off all the debts, she came to me for money again.

That day, I said to her, "You said that as long as I helped my brother repay the 200,000 yuan, we would have nothing to do with each other in the future."

She screamed hysterically over the phone, "Li Zhaodi, let me tell you, even if you read a few pounds of books, you are still the same! I gave birth to you, you should be a servant for me and this family."

I thought I could finally escape from the coercion of my family and live my own life.

But I was wrong.

That day, I too lost my temper.

Without listening to her, I hung up the phone directly.

I am a psychologist, and I know where my core issue lies. Only by breaking away from my dysfunctional family can I live my own life.

At that time, I thought: if being soft doesn't work, then I'll use tough methods.

So I unilaterally cut off contact with my family, and even changed my phone number.

I naively thought that as long as they couldn't find me, I could start over again.

But I underestimated people's shamelessness, as well as the unscrupulousness of my own family.

They would stand outside the hospital where I worked and curse at me every day. The streets were filled with small ads accusing me of being heartless and abandoning my family after finishing college, and cutting off ties.

My colleagues would mock me openly or in secret, and my superiors would have conversations with me repeatedly.

Later, I quit my job.

I was forced to kneel down and apologize to them, repeatedly promising that I would never lose contact again and that I would give them my entire monthly salary.

Only then did they stop harassing me.

When I left, Sun Xiuying went to the hospital and scolded them for being inhumane and arbitrarily firing employees.

Afterwards, no hospital dared to hire me, and I felt like I was nailed to a pillar of shame. For a long time, I couldn't find a job and became the laughingstock of the industry.

At that time, I hated them to the core, but I was helpless.

Officer Zhao, what would you do if you were in my shoes?