He took a few deep breaths, picked up the bowl of porridge with a spoon, and walked with heavy steps to Wei Fengcong's bedroom.

Looking at Wei Fengcong, who had been tortured beyond recognition on the bed, he felt extremely uncomfortable, but had to do it.

He walked to the bedside and said, "Feng Cong, are you hungry? Dad knows you have no appetite, so I made you some porridge. Have a drink!"

An Ran in the space found it ridiculous. This old guy, indeed, was a fox, saying the most gentle words but doing the most cruel things. What was the difference between him and herself? He still had the nerve to come after her. He was really like a pig with a green onion stuck in its nose, pretending to be an important figure!

Wei Fengcong's eyes were hollow, staring upwards without a trace of reaction. He no longer had the courage to live. It was too damn painful. The daily torment from the poison was a living hell. Every part of his body ached, even his hair. He almost felt the pain. It wasn't a specific pain, but a focused one, leaving him crying out to heaven and earth with no response.

Old Man Wei helped the man up and leaned him against the bedside. He picked up the bowl of porridge and fed him while saying, "You said you could do something else, but you had to do so many evil things. You finally escaped, why don't you live a good life instead of continuing to torment. Why did you offend An Ran when there are so many people you can offend? Because, in order to detoxify you, your father went to her for help. It was the first time he asked someone for help, but she scolded him and he didn't dare to refute a single word. This is all for you!"

Damn, this old man wanted to poison his son, even after giving him the drug, and he was still pushing it on himself. At least he was brave enough to take responsibility for his actions, but he was actually a hypocrite and a thief.

Wei Fengcong was like a puppet. He ate when he was fed, but acted as if he didn't hear what he said.

It took more than 20 minutes to finish a bowl of porridge. He felt a slight pain in his stomach and realized that the porridge he had eaten might have been drugged.

His tendons were severed, but he could still move his arm, clutching his stomach. He suddenly turned his gaze to his father.

His eyes widened in disbelief, and he asked, "Dad, you didn't try to save me, but poisoned me. Are you trying to kill me?"

Old Man Wei sighed and said, "Feng Cong, don't blame Dad. I went to beg An Ran, but her attitude was very clear. She would not save you at all. There is more than one kind of poison in your body, and I have no way to treat it. Dad doesn't want you to live such a painful life. Don't worry, child. If... if you can be reincarnated as a human in the future, be a good person, not a bad one!"

Wei Fengcong gnashed his teeth and roared, "Get out of here, you old bastard! You just don't want to save me, yet you still say it in a high-sounding way. How can you be so sure that An Ran was the one who poisoned you? Why don't you suspect that it was your good wife who did it? Don't forget, she abused me! Besides, didn't my biological father poison me too? You are all bad guys. If there really is a ghost, I will become a ghost and haunt you day and night, tormenting you until you all come down to accompany me."

Although I feel like dying because of the torture, who really wants to die when it comes to the moment of life and death?

After hearing his words, Mr. Wei felt extremely regretful. He had once placed high hopes on this son, so why was he so stubborn?

She said, "Yu Minhua did abuse you, but she doesn't have the ability to do that. No one except An Ran could have poisoned you. However, this is also my own fault. I wouldn't dare to provoke anyone else, but I chose to provoke her. Okay, let it be, you can go on your way with peace of mind. As long as I'm not dead, I won't let you be without money. Every year I will secretly send you some paper money."

"Puff!" A mouthful of blood spurted out, Wei Fengcong leaned against the headboard and said sarcastically, "Except An Ran, no one can poison me. What a sarcastic statement! Which bastard poisoned that bowl of porridge just now? Don't tell me it was An Ran again. Do you think I'm a burden, or are you afraid that my existence will affect those two beasts?"

You are truly a good father to me! Don't worry, even after I die, I will go to the King of Hell and sue you, this unkind, unjust, and hypocritical hypocrite. I will be waiting for you in the underworld to see whether the two bastards you care about will have a good end.

Old man Wei had lost all patience. This son was a disgrace to him. He pushed him down, grabbed a pillow, and covered Wei Fengcong's face with it.

Five minutes later, he took off the pillow, stared at Wei Fengcong's eyes that were still open, and then his whole body collapsed, with only panic left.

All of this was recorded by An Ran, including the ferocious expression on his face when he covered Wei Fengcong's mouth. The conversation between the two was also recorded.

But she didn't leave, instead she continued to look outside. She had to see what the old man was going to do with the body.

Old Man Wei breathed a sigh of relief, climbed to his feet, threw the quilt to the ground, and wrapped himself in the sheet. He laboriously carried the body outside, strapped it to the back seat of his bicycle, opened the gate, and pushed the bicycle out. After stopping, he closed the gate and rode his bicycle all the way to the suburbs.

Looking outside, the pitch-black night is a perfect time to kill someone and dispose of the body!

More than an hour later, a deserted place with a few graves appeared before our eyes.

Old Man Wei parked the car, untied the rope, and carried the body down to a patch of less grassy land. He took out a match, lit it, and threw it onto the bed sheet. The entire sheet, including the body inside, instantly burst into flames. Old Man Wei's eyes were fixed on the flames, as if he was afraid they would suddenly go out, or that the body would disappear.

After taking the photos, I kept an eye on the situation outside while developing them.

She said, this old guy is not a good guy either. Look at him killing his own son and destroying the body without mercy. It's really commendable!

The body burned for about an hour, and the flames gradually faded away, until only smoke remained, floating in the air, and it was no longer burning.

Old man Wei obviously breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and walked back, riding his bike all the way home.

An Ran didn't follow him. Instead, she stayed, staring at the smoking embers on the ground, a wicked smile playing on her lips. She wanted to give the old man another special gift.

When Old Man Wei returned home, he first checked to see if Yu Minhua was awake. He then ran to Wei Fengcong's room, put the pillows on the bed in place, and spread the quilt on the bed.

Then, I returned to the living room to check if there were any traces left on the floor. Then I ran out to the yard and cleaned up the bicycle wheels. Only then did I feel completely relieved. I returned to the bedroom and lay down on the bed, but I couldn't fall asleep for a long time.