Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

"you……"

Dad was speechless for a moment.

Zhang Ruonan continued, "I know you will never love me like you love your brother, but that's okay. I don't care anymore, because now, someone is willing to love me, cherish me, and call me 'Ruonan' instead of 'Ruonan'."

When it comes to money...

The mother became more talkative, her eyes reddening: "Ruonan, your parents raised you all these years, and this is how you repay us? Your younger siblings will need money for school and marriage in the future. Now that you're famous, instead of helping the family, you want to change your name. All the money you used to earn went to the family, but now that you're earning more, you won't even give half. Do you have any conscience? Do you still care about this family? You're just an ingrate."

"Don't I care about this family?"

Zhang Ruo muttered something, lowered her head, and stirred the porridge in her bowl with her chopsticks.

I clearly added white sugar to it.

Why does it still taste bitter when I eat it?

I understand, because we're at home.

I started earning money in high school, and I gave all of it to my parents.

During the tough times at university, I don't know how I would have gotten through that period if I hadn't signed with Jiang Yang's company.

When I got home, I was scolded for not caring about my family.

I was called heartless.

She was clearly the one who sacrificed the most for the family.

Zhang Ruonan stared at the porridge in the bowl that was gradually getting cold, her voice so soft it was almost inaudible: "So, in my family, no amount of money can buy love."

When they were working hard to make money, they said Ruonan was really sensible.

Now that I want my own name, I'm being called a heartless ingrate.

Actually, I've long been used to saying the most hurtful things to myself, who has sacrificed the most for this family.

The younger brother gets everything without having to do anything.

No matter how much I do, I can't get a single murmur from you.

I could hear my father's angry reprimands.

And the mother's tone gradually became harsher, with endless complaints.

I couldn't hear what my parents were saying because I was thinking about that dream I had before, about lying in bed, bound by shackles, like when I was a child.

It's time to break free of the shackles that bind us.

Zhang Ruonan looked down and saw her reddened eyes reflected in the bowl: "It's ridiculous that I was still hoping they would understand that there may never have been a place for me in this family."

I came back this time to give myself a chance.

Finally, she looked up at her parents' angry and greedy faces.

She wanted to express her grievances, but she knew that her parents would never understand them.

In the past, I would swallow my words.

But this time, she blurted it all out: "Do you know why I insisted on changing my name? Because every time someone calls me 'Ruonan,' I feel disgusted. This name is your expectation, your obsession, it has never been me!"

The mother was stunned.

The father gripped his chopsticks tightly, staring at his eldest daughter in disbelief.

How dare they talk back!

Zhang Ruonan clenched her fists, her voice choked for a moment, and continued, "From childhood to adulthood, my younger brother could act spoiled and spoiled, while I had to be sensible. When my brother got 60 points, you praised him for being smart, but when I got 99 points, you asked me why it wasn't 100. My brother could have whatever he wanted, but I even had to ask you for an extracurricular book."

I really don't want to cry.

But for some reason, after saying those words, tears suddenly streamed down my face.

I feel so incompetent.

Even though she was expressing her grievances and speaking with conviction, she still shed tears.

I don't want my parents to see my cowardice.

Zhang Ruonan's voice was almost a shout. She stood up, pointed to her chest, and said in a hoarse voice:

"I'm a human being too! I feel pain too! I have dreams too! I work hard to earn money to support my family, not so you can take it for granted!"

She wanted to escape this home, but was always held hostage by filial piety.

Those expectations that can never be fulfilled are like a thorn, stuck in every joy of success.

Prepare yourself mentally before going home.

The emotional breakdown upon returning home, and the sense of relief upon leaving home.

“What dreams does a girl need? Stability is the most important thing! Your younger brother is the hope of the family,” her mother replied in a low voice. Zhang Ruonan felt a tightness in her chest.

That's it again.

It's like that again.

My mother is a woman too, so why does she favor boys over girls?

They always say that once you make money, you should help your family.

So when her salary arrived, her first reaction wasn't joy, but rather calculating how much she should send home this time.

Jiang Yang's appearance made her feel unconditional recognition for the first time.

Parents' love requires conditions, while his love only requires her to be herself.

It took a few seconds.

Zhang Ruonan finished speaking: "I came back this time to tell you that my name is Zhang Ruonan. I am not your ATM, not my brother's stepping stone, and certainly not a victim of your sexism."

She added, "Whether you think I'm heartless or call me an ingrate, I don't care anymore."

Done.

Zhang Ruonan calmed down.

Sit down and continue drinking your porridge.

She poured out all the grievances she had held for the past eighteen years.

There was resentment and anger.

There's also the reluctance to leave one's home, even though this home has brought so much heartache.

I always thought that if I just endured it, it would pass.

I thought that if I waited a little longer, my parents would treat me better.

Every word was like a knife, stabbing not only at her parents but also at her own ridiculous years of forbearance.

Be quiet for a few seconds.

Mom slammed her chopsticks on the table, her face darkening. "You're such a wimp, Ruonan. You've made a little bit of a name for yourself outside, and you come back and take it out on your parents. Those people on your Weibo who are criticizing you are absolutely right. You deserve it!"

Hear the words.

Zhang Ruonan looked up: "Mom, what did you say?"

"I'm telling you, the people on your Weibo who are criticizing you are absolutely right. You deserve it!"

"I deserve it..."

Her lips twitched, forming a bitter smile, as she looked at her father: "Dad, what do you think?"

“You’re a good-for-nothing. If you were good and capable, why would anyone scold you? Don’t think your mother’s words are harsh; you deserve it.”

Zhang Ruonan lowered her head, her hand holding the chopsticks trembling.

Take out your phone.

Open Weibo.

Among the numerous negative comments, Yang Chaoyue's comment was found.

There are also Jiang Yang's, Xi Wei's, Ma Jie's, Zhao Jinmai's, and Bai Lu's.

And the messages Hao Chun left for her in her social media space.

Chaoyue said she was a fairy.

My mother said that fairies only care about being beautiful, and those who criticize fairies should go to hell.

Haochun said that he would walk the flower path with her in the future.

Bai Lu said that changing Ruonan's name would be her new beginning.

Jiang Yang accepted the job offer for himself.

My mind gradually calmed down.

Despite being complete strangers with no blood relation, they spared no effort to cheer themselves on, encourage themselves, and persevere.

When I got home, my parents scolded me for being useless, said I deserved it, and asked me for money.

You can find warmth and comfort from strangers in the negative comments on Weibo.

Upon returning home, he heard the most vicious curse from his closest relatives. (End of Chapter)