Chapter 63 Where Did He Hide?

"You drank my milk, wore my clothes, and when you were sick, I carried you ten miles of mountain road to the clinic in the middle of the night, my feet cracked and bleeding from the cold, but I didn't stop! Don't you owe me something in return?"

"Shen Cuifen, if you dare to kill me today, don't even think about relying on me to support you in your old age!"

Lu Fuquan screamed, his voice filled with threat and fear.

"I won't care if you get old. I'll just throw you in this dilapidated shed to die! Where will you cry then? Nobody will care about you, nobody will look after you. You'll starve to death or freeze to death. Who told you to hit me today!"

These words pierced Shen Cuifen's heart, striking her deepest wound.

Her pupils contracted—wasn't this how she died in her past life?

She fell ill and was bedridden, with no one to care for her. Her son and daughter-in-law, disgusted by her dirtiness and stench, moved her to a dilapidated thatched hut next to the cowshed.

In winter, the north wind howls.

She curled up in the thin blanket, unable to even utter a sound of "son," and finally breathed her last in the cold night.

When the body was discovered the next day, it was already stiff.

Shen Cuifen swung the stick even harder.

Lu Fuquan rolled around on the ground.

"Mom! I was wrong! Please stop hitting me! I can't take it anymore!"

He finally cried out, his voice trembling, tears and snot mingling together, his face flushed red. He could no longer utter a third plea for mercy, only sobs remained.

But Chen Cuifen didn't even blink.

Her gaze was as cold as if she were looking at a stranger, or a creditor who should have been settled long ago.

Her son?

No, this ingrate doesn't deserve to be her son!

Until the stick made a crisp "snap" sound during the violent beating—

The stick broke in two before Shen Cuifen finally stopped waving her arms.

She expressionlessly flung the broken half of the wooden stick to the ground and looked down at him.

"Enough!"

She spoke coldly.

"From now on, you are not my son. Don't come to me with any problems. I don't need you to take me to that shabby shack when I'm old. We'll live our own lives!"

When she said this, there was no further change in her expression.

Lu Fuquan's heart clenched suddenly.

He felt a tightness in his chest, as if a heavy stone was pressing down on him, making it difficult to even breathe.

But the injuries on his body were too severe; every muscle was burning with pain, and his back and arms were covered in bruises.

The intense pain surged like a tidal wave, completely overwhelming the sudden panic and sadness in his heart.

At this moment, all that remained in his mind was an overwhelming hatred for Shen Cuifen.

"good!"

He clenched his teeth, making a grinding sound, and squeezed out each word from his throat.

"You said it! From now on, we'll be without a mother or children, and we won't recognize each other!"

Lu Fuquan, panting heavily, stared intently at Shen Cuifen, and added viciously, "You're not allowed to hit me again! If you hit me again, I'll... I'll kill myself!"

Shen Cuifen snorted softly through her nose, a disdainful sneer rising from the corners of her mouth.

"As long as you don't provoke me, don't steal food, don't slack off, and don't act like a scoundrel, I'll treat you like a piece of stinky dog ​​poop on the roadside, too lazy to even glance at you, let alone step on you."

Lu Fuquan's face instantly turned bright red, and the veins on his neck bulged. He stiffened his neck and roared, "You just wait! If you don't respect me today, you won't even have the right to look up to me in the future! I'll make you kneel down and beg me!"

Upon hearing this, Shen Cuifen merely pursed her lips, her face still displaying an indifferent expression.

"Then I'll wait and see."

"Look at your lazy bones, what trouble can you possibly cause?"

He was a piece of her flesh, and she knew it better than anyone.

He's been lazy and gluttonous since he was a child.

They spend all daydreaming about getting rich and powerful, but never actually do anything worthwhile.

If this beating can bring him to his senses, then the beating and the pain won't have been in vain.

Seeing her nonchalant attitude, Lu Fuquan was so angry that he trembled all over, his face showing a mixture of anger and uncertainty.

With a cold expression, he endured the excruciating pain in his legs, used his hands to support himself on the ground, and stood up unsteadily.

He swept his fierce gaze over Shen Cuifen, then suddenly turned around and rushed towards Lu Xiuwei, who was standing to the side.

Lu Fuquan clearly wanted to bump into her to vent his anger.

But Lu Xiuwei was prepared and nimbly dodged to the side.

Lu Fuquan missed his target, slipped, and almost fell. He awkwardly grabbed the wall to steady himself.

He glared fiercely at Lu Xiuwei, then turned to Lu Xiuye, his eyes filled with resentment and unwillingness.

Finally, without saying another word, he gritted his teeth, dragged his injured leg, and limped back to his house.

Lu Xiuwei watched his disheveled figure, curled her lip, and spat on the ground.

She then turned around, patted Shen Cuifen's shoulder, and spoke with concern.

"Mom, calm down. Don't get sick over this heartless person."

Lu Xiuye ​​also stepped forward and whispered, "That's right, he's already gone, don't think about it anymore."

Shen Cuifen nodded slightly, but her brows remained furrowed.

She was about to turn around and ask Lu Guilin, who was standing in the corner, if he wanted to sever his mother-son relationship with her, just like his brother.

From now on, the bridge is the bridge and the road is the road, each unrelated to the other.

But when she turned her head, she found that Lu Guilin, who had been standing there, had disappeared.

Where are they?

She looked around; the courtyard was empty except for the rustling of leaves in the wind.

Lu Guilin, without anyone noticing, slipped away silently like a frightened little mouse, leaving not a sound.

Even Lu Weidong has vanished without a trace.

The courtyard suddenly became quiet.

Suddenly, a small head peeked out from behind a pillar against the wall.

It is a smooth road.

He leaned halfway out, his eyes darting around.

Seeing Shen Cuifen looking over, she quickly raised her little hand and pointed towards her room.

He opened his mouth slightly, as if to say silently, "He's hiding there."

Shen Cuifen immediately understood that Lu Weidong had gone into hiding.

However, she was too lazy to confront him again. After all, it was just a matter of fighting back and forth.

Anyway, taking action doesn't change anything.

Shen Cuifen had long seen through it all; beatings and scoldings wouldn't bring her to her senses, nor would they improve her life.

Besides, if Lu Weidong were really crippled, his family would inevitably need to hire someone to take care of him.

It costs money, not to mention the effort involved.

Her top priority now is to change the family and give her daughter a better life.

The most important thing right now is to quickly sew the shoes back on for Lu Xiuwei so she can wear them to school.

Those old cloth shoes were worn out long ago, with the toes almost sticking out.

The day before yesterday, Lu Xiuwei wore them to school, and when she came back, her heels were all rubbed raw.

Shen Cuifen saw it all and felt deeply pained.

It's still cold now. If we delay for another two days, the child might catch a cold.

"Takae, go do your homework first."

As she spoke, she went back into the room, rummaged through the cabinet, and pulled out her sewing kit, starting to thread the needle under the light.