Despite being held up and roared at by Zhang Weimin, Zhang Weiguo's body remained as limp as a lump of mud, showing no reaction whatsoever.

But her chapped lips moved slightly, uttering a few light, yet extremely malicious words.

"none of your business……"

"Smack—!!!"

A crisp, resounding slap!

Zhang Weimin could no longer control himself and, with all his might, slapped Zhang Weiguo hard across the face!

"I'll beat you to death, you heartless beast!"

Zhang Weimin has completely lost his mind!

All the grievances, anger, and helplessness he had accumulated over the past few days turned into a torrent of furious punches that rained down on Zhang Weiguo!

"Mom got herself into a labor camp, and Dad has been paralyzed for so many years, only keeping him going by sheer willpower. Qingqing, our family's only hope, is ruined because of Mom's criminal record. She can't pass the political review for university, her future is completely destroyed, and she's gone completely insane!"

"Now is the time when we need to support this family, and you still have the nerve to lie here pretending to be dead?!"

He hit, cried, and cursed all at the same time.

The cries were filled with endless despair and sorrow.

"What did you tell me back then? Huh? You said you had all sorts of ways to make Ye Nian'an devoted to you! You said she couldn't live without you!"

"And then?!"

"One whistleblower letter dragged you out of the army! And now? She's the family member of a national hero and model worker, the wife of a regimental commander! Living a life of glory! And what about you?"

"You were discharged from the army, went to work in a factory, and then lost your arm in an accident! Look at yourself now! You're the biggest joke in the world!"

Every word Zhang Weimin said was like a red-hot branding iron, branding Zhang Weiguo's already numb heart.

yes……

Ye Nian'an...

He didn't hate her.

Now, all that remains in Zhang Weiguo's heart is boundless regret.

He once possessed the world's finest treasures, yet he treated them like roadside pebbles, discarding them as if they were worthless.

He was blinded by his pride and foolishness, unable to see her goodness, her silent dedication, and her deep affection.

He always felt that she should be there, waiting for him forever, an appendage that he could easily obtain.

It wasn't until he pushed her away with his own hands and saw her shining brightly beside someone else that he suddenly woke up to reality.

But it was all too late.

He lost more than just a woman who loved him.

He lost his glorious military career, his stable factory job, his good health, and his family's expectations...

What he lost was the bright and promising life that should have been his.

He went from a promising soldier to a one-armed cripple.

All of this stemmed from his initial self-righteous foolishness and blind arrogance.

One wrong step leads to another.

I am doomed to eternal damnation.

"Hehe...hehehehe..."

Zhang Weiguo suddenly laughed.

He tilted his head back, letting Zhang Weimin's fists fall on him.

The laughter grew louder and more manic.

That laughter was filled with self-mockery for his own foolishness and regret for the past!

"Karma...it's all karma..."

He muttered to himself.

"Stop hitting him... Big brother... Stop hitting him..."

Zhang Weiguo stopped laughing. He looked at his brother, who seemed to have gone mad, and said in a hoarse voice, "You're right... it's all my fault..."

"This family...I ruined it..."

"I'll take responsibility..."

Zhang Weimin's fist finally stopped in mid-air when he heard those words.

He looked breathlessly at his younger brother beneath him, whose face was bruised and swollen, but whose eyes had finally regained a glimmer of life, and a glimmer of hope ignited in his heart.

"Good! That's what a man should say!"

He yanked Zhang Weiguo up from the ground, pointed outside the yard, and roared with red eyes, "If you want to take responsibility, then pull yourself together!"

“You lost your right hand, but you still have your left hand and your legs! You have to find a way to go to work and earn money! To support your bedridden father and your mentally ill sister! That’s the responsibility you should bear!”

"Support the family?"

Zhang Weiguo repeated those two words as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.

He slowly straightened up, glanced at his empty right sleeve, and then at the gray sky in the courtyard.

Then, in front of Zhang Weimin, he limped to the corner where there was a bag of uneaten potatoes.

He crouched down, picked up a small knife with his only remaining left hand, and awkwardly tried to peel the potatoes.

The blade wouldn't cooperate, and the potato slipped in his hands. He tried several times, but not only did he fail to peel it, he almost cut his hand several times.

His clumsy and pathetic appearance was heartbreaking to see.

In the end, he gave up.

He threw away the knife, turned around, and faced Zhang Weimin.

"Big brother, did you see that?"

On Zhang Weiguo's face, which was covered in bruises, a smile that looked even more like a grimace was forced out.

"Making money? Yes, I have a job! The factory didn't kick me out because my hand was lost for them, and they have to support me!"

"They gave me a leisurely job as a gatekeeper, and they give me that pitiful pension every month!"

His voice suddenly rose, tearing apart his calm facade and revealing a bloody, desperate despair beneath!

"But then what?! Brother, tell me, then what?!"

“If I go to the factory, who will take care of Dad? He'll poop in his pants, who will wipe him off?!”

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