Summary
Diagnosed with terminal cancer in my sixties, I just don’t want to go through the motions anymore. I planned to give my house and savings to my son when he came home for New Year’s Eve. But I waited and waited, and all I got was a call from my son: “Mom, we’re stuck in traffic on the highway. You go ahead and eat, don’t wait for us.” I fell silent. Just half a minute before, my ex-husband’s new wife, Liu Fang, posted a New Year’s Eve dinner family photo on WeChat Moments. Five people in the picture were smiling and raising their glasses to the camera. Besides my ex-husband and Liu Fang, there was also my son, my daughter-in-law, and my grandson. I never would have imagined that the son I painstakingly raised would run off to be filial to the “father” who never raised him a day in his life, on New Year’s Eve no less. Then, what about the property under my name…