July 31

My father and I were at the mailbox by the door.

We found a strange letter:

【If Zhao Wei dies, you will receive seven hundred yuan.】

When I saw this letter, I was deeply puzzled.

First, neither my father nor I know anyone named Zhao Wei.

Second, why would we receive seven hundred yuan if Zhao Wei dies?

Third, the small amount of seven hundred yuan makes it hard not to suspect that someone is pulling a prank.

But the reality of our disarray left me no longer in the mood to consider these questions.

The empty wine bottles scattered all over the place made my exhaustion from a day's work reach its peak.

But I couldn’t get angry.

Because my father is going through the lowest point in his life.

My name is Zhang Nan, and my father, Zhang Liangcheng, was once a shareholder in a publicly traded company.

He had a beautiful wife, Meng Anxue, and two obedient daughters.

But on the day the company went bankrupt,

His beautiful wife, Meng Anxue, took the remaining assets and ran away with my younger sister, Xiaohuan.

In the end, only I, the eldest daughter, was left to clean up the mess.

Every day, I listlessly endured my father’s sighs and anger.

I sighed helplessly and, after tidying up the mess, proceeded to prepare dinner.