After the family split up, my stepmother and scumbag father begged me to come home.

When she opened her eyes, Lin Qianqian had become a cannon fodder girl in a rural family.
Her biological mother had just died when her stepmother moved in with her daughter. From then on, she and her three-year-old brother lived in the woodshed, eating only thin porridge twice a day, and were constantly beaten and scolded. Her stepmother said, "What kind of words can a girl know?" But then she hired a tutor for her stepsister.
Her grandparents favored her younger brother, and her aunt was sharp-tongued and mean, always scheming to sell her for a good price. And her own father? He stood in the yard wringing his hands, not daring to utter a single word.
Lin Qianqian smiled.
She took her younger brother's hand and walked outside.
"Dividing the family property."
The main room erupted in laughter: "A little girl, with a burden in tow, sent away to die?"
She didn't turn around.
After the family split up, she earned her first pot of gold by picking wild vegetables and selling wild rabbits.
A month later, her cassava starch became a hit in the town's restaurants.
Two months later, she bought thirty acres of land at the east end of the village.
Three months later, she plans to renovate the old house, tearing it down and rebuilding it.
The stepmother panicked, the grandparents were distraught, and the biological father paced back and forth at the gate of the courtyard—that gate, the one she had never intended to return to the day she led her younger brother out.
At the end of the year, she rode in her newly built oxcart past the old house, and her stepmother chased after her, calling her name.
She bent down and wiped the grease from her brother's lips without even looking up.
"Mother? My mother died a long time ago."