Dwelling of Memories Chapter 13

I collapsed on the ground. The wound on the housekeeper's head was not serious, but she was exhausted from cursing at the top of her voice.

In her curses, I learned the full truth of the matter.

I am not a rich second generation at all.

I was born in an ordinary family. My parents were divorced. My mother was very strict with me. However, my upbringing was too strict and she had no ability to make money, so she could only work as an aunt for rich families. She expected me to become a leader among people, but I was just ordinary. I hated her desire for control and I also hated that I was born in poverty.

After a fight, I ran away from home early in the morning and discovered the memory vending machine on the corner of the street. At first, I just sold some of my happy memories for some pocket money. Slowly, my material desires gradually increased. I met Landon Chen, who was twenty years older than me. I loved his money, and he loved my young body. We each got what we needed. But my mother found out about this. She beat me up and asked me to cut off all contact with Landon Chen. I refused, and came up with a brilliant idea to retaliate against her mental control over me for the past twenty years. I am married to Landon Chen. My mother finally regretted it and chose to work as a housekeeper in Landon Chen's house so that she could get close to me again. During this period, she never revealed her identity.