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I Conformed to His Expectations

I spent seven years overly devoted to Jonathan, so much so that his friends called me pathetic. Yet, he got together with my sister. To keep me from interfering in their relationship, my parents sent me off to a self-improvement camp. I conformed to their expectations, but they couldn't handle it.
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I spent seven years being utterly devoted to Chu Heng, to the point where his friends called me pathetic.

Yet, he turned around and ended up with my younger sister.

To prevent me from disrupting their relationship, my parents sent me to a rehabilitation center.

I became what they wanted me to be, but it drove them crazy.

I was deeply in love with Chu Heng.

For him, I was fiercely possessive, chasing away any woman daring to approach him.

But I never imagined he would choose my sister.

My sister had always liked to take things from me since childhood, and this time, she took Chu Heng.

At the banquet, seeing Qu Yan nestled in his arms, apologizing to me with a pitiful look, claiming she just loved Chu Heng too much, I lost it.

I fought back my heartbreak and tried to pull her away from Chu Heng.

She, however, deliberately leaned over, knocking into a wine tower, hitting her head on the table, and blood poured out.

She feigned innocence, saying, "Don't blame sister; she must have done it accidentally."

A taunting smile flashed across her lips before she passed out.

Chu Heng pushed me to the ground, calling me cruel-hearted.

My parents slapped me, calling me a beast for harming my own sister.

In their anger, they sent me to a rehabilitation center.

Just out of the center, I saw a familiar car.

It was Chu Heng's.

In the past, I would have been overjoyed to get in, taking it as proof of his love for me.

But now, I felt a chill all over, not daring to look, and turned away.

The horn blared impatiently, and Chu Heng leaned out of the window, calling me.

"Get in."

I silently complied, avoiding his probing gaze.

Catching a glimpse of his profile, a wave of nausea hit me.

Chu Heng once said he felt like vomiting at the sight of my face.

Now, it was me who felt like vomiting at the sight of his.

Chu Heng's expression was strange, but he said nothing more, only showing deeper displeasure in his furrowed brows.

He took me back home.

Today was my father's fiftieth birthday, and Chu Heng sternly warned me not to embarrass my father again, speaking as if he were the son instead of me.

Mentioning Qu Yan, he awkwardly twisted his knuckles, a ring glinting there.

I remained silent, not a hint of curiosity.

He angrily grabbed my chin, forcing me to face him.

Unable to resist his strength, I gagged a few times.

Chu Heng immediately released me in disgust.

"Don't think about ruining my relationship with Yan Yan again, or I won't let you off."

I gave a bitter smile. What could be more terrifying than these past three years?

Seeing Chu Heng's disgusted expression now, I felt a strange sense of relief.

I truly didn't want to be entangled with him anymore.

Returning to the Qu family, the once lively and festive atmosphere was gone, with everyone frozen in place as if paused.

Their eyes held awkwardness, disdain, and mostly a sense of astonishment at seeing an outsider.

Indeed, anyone would find my current appearance odd.

In the sweltering summer, I was wrapped tightly in long sleeves, only my face and hands exposed, looking like someone attending a funeral.

This appearance was naturally out of place at such a high-society banquet.

Even my parents showed no warmth when they looked at me.

In front of everyone, I reflexively knelt on the ground, showing utmost respect.

When I raised my head, the bruises were clearly visible.

The teachers had said that our bodies and skin are gifts from our parents; they are our lifelong support and deserve the utmost respect.

Therefore, when meeting parents, one should show utmost respect.

"Father, Mother, your unworthy daughter has returned."

I tearfully expressed heartfelt gratitude and regret for past actions.

I watched as my parents' expressions shifted from awkwardness to relief.

"Admitting and correcting mistakes makes a good child."

Qu Yan, like a little princess, clung to Chu Heng, looking at me with a gaze full of sisterly affection.

"Sister, let bygones be bygones."

Everyone's eyes were on me, waiting to see if I would lose it.

But I didn't even glance at Chu Heng, nodding gratefully, "We're all family. Family unity leads to happiness."

For the past three years, this phrase was like scripture, repeated over and over in my mind.

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