My name was Ye Ruting. My parents had doted on me since I was little, and thanks to how well they provided for me, I grew up a happy rich kid.
Because my family had been well-off from the start, my parents could give me anything I wanted. Gradually, I developed a habit: if I set my sights on something, I had to find a way to get it, and no one could stop me from doing what I wanted.
During the summer vacation after my first year of high school, Dad said he would take me on a trip. But once summer came, he got so caught up in work that he actually forgot about it.
Because of that, I didn't say a word to Dad for over a month after the new school year began.
Dad had long since forgotten his promise. At first, he didn't even notice anything was wrong with me. It wasn't until the National Day holiday was almost here that he finally realized something was off.
That was right—his precious daughter seemed to have stopped talking to him for a while.
Dad couldn't figure it out, so he asked Mom in confusion, "What's wrong with our girl? Why is she suddenly sulking at me?"
Mom shook her head helplessly and said with a smile, "Your daughter hasn't really talked to you for a whole month, and you're only realizing it now? Your reaction time is way too slow."
Dad thought it over carefully and realized she was right. He slapped his forehead, then explained with a laugh, "I've just been busy lately. I didn't notice. What's wrong with her?"
Of course Mom knew how busy he was. She said casually, "You know what your daughter's like. You still haven't done the thing you promised