Reborn in 1977, I will no longer be my brother's blood bag.

At night, kerosene lamps were lit in the warehouse.

Lin Xiuhe sat on the edge of the wooden bed, with several high school math books spread out in front of her, reading and taking notes at the same time.

Since her rebirth, she's been very busy every day—going to work, selling books, and studying. But for some reason, she doesn't feel tired at all.

Because she knew she was getting closer and closer to her goal.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

Boom, boom, boom.

The voice was neither hurried nor slow, unlike someone buying books.

Lin Xiuhe put down her pen, already having a guess in her mind.

"Who?"

There was a moment of silence outside the door, then a familiar voice rang out.

"Xiuhe, open the door."

Sure enough, it was Lin Jianguo.

Lin Xiuhe didn't open the door immediately, but instead asked through the door, "What's wrong?"

"Open the door first."

"Let's talk about it here."

Lin Jianguo clearly never imagined that one day he would be shut out by his own daughter.

After a moment, he spoke in a deep voice: "Your brother is getting married."

Inside the warehouse, Lin Xiuhe suddenly smiled.

Sure enough, here it comes. One of the most familiar tactics from my past life—it seems like the whole world has to make way whenever Lin Weidong is mentioned.

"so what?"

"The Liu family is pressing us hard; they're still short 120 yuan for the bride price."

"One hundred and twenty yuan?" Lin Xiuhe repeated.

Memories of her past life flooded back. It was this very money that later became her burden. She worked during the day and sewed insoles at night, saving for over half a year to finally patch up the hole.

And what happened? She got married, but nobody remembered her.

Thinking this, her eyes gradually turned cold: "Why are you asking me for money?"

Outside the door, Lin Jianguo's voice was deep: "You're his sister, it's only right that you help your brother. Besides, aren't you making money now?"

I made money.

So that's how it is. Lin Xiuhe finally understood why she had come to see her today—not because she missed her, not because she cared about her, but because she had heard that she had made money.

Thinking about this, she suddenly felt a little ironic.

"Who told you that?"

"Everyone in the village is talking about it," Lin Jianguo didn't hide anything, "saying you made a lot of money selling books. Perfect, take out the money, the family will remember your kindness."

The warehouse fell silent. The kerosene lamp flickered gently, and the shadows on the wall swayed in response.

After a long silence, Lin Xiuhe chuckled softly, "Remember my kindness? Father, let me ask you a question."

"What?"

"If Weidong were the one making money today, would you ask him to give me the money for my wedding?"

The air fell silent. There was no sound from outside the door.

Because the answer is too obvious—no. Absolutely not.

But Lin Jianguo remained calm: "The situation is different."

"What's different?"

"He's a boy."

Finally, he said it.

In the warehouse, Lin Xiuhe closed her eyes. The last vestige of hope in her heart had vanished completely. Although she already knew the answer, hearing it with her own ears still felt somewhat ridiculous.

"Then there's nothing more to say." She sat down again, picked up her pen, and said, "I won't give you the money. I won't give you any more in the future."

Outside the door, Lin Jianguo's face darkened completely: "Lin Xiuhe! Don't forget your surname!"

"I haven't forgotten. My surname is Lin, but my money doesn't belong to the Lin family."

After those words were spoken, an eerie silence fell outside the door.

After a long silence, Lin Jianguo suddenly sneered, "Fine, you've got guts. I hope you won't regret it later."

After saying that, the sound of footsteps gradually faded away.

The warehouse returned to quiet.

Lin Xiuhe did not immediately start reading, but sat there quietly, looking at the notebook on the table.

In her past life, she compromised time and time again for the sake of her so-called family, but ended up leaving nothing behind.

In this life, she finally learned one thing: some demands will not be appreciated if you fulfill them—instead, if you fulfill them once, they will ask for them again, until they have drained you dry.

Thinking of this, she lowered her head and continued working on her problems.

It was as if nothing had just happened.

Half an hour later, footsteps suddenly came from outside the door again.

This time it was very light, unlike Lin Jianguo, and even less like Wang Xiulan.

Lin Xiuhe frowned: "Who?"

There was a moment of silence outside the door.

Then, a low voice came:

"it's me."

Lin Xiuhe was taken aback.

She recognized him because of that voice.

Liu Chunyan.