Chapter 80 Whirlpool
Xu Wenyao's accusing gaze stayed for only a few seconds before moving away.
He seemed to have become ill from being imprisoned for too long. Turbid tears streamed down his face and he looked around panically, as if he wanted the entire store to speak out for his suffering.
"I'm Xu Wenyao! Back then, I was a well-respected accountant at the factory. I worked diligently for over a decade, never missing a single task or breaking a single rule. But the world has changed! I'm done with it!"
"Who makes a mistake and doesn't have a chance to correct it? I was just confused, but I used to drive a taxi and now I wash wheels, isn't it just so I can continue to be with you three?"
"This is fate. It's just like this. It's determined not to let me live a normal life! God doesn't want me, and you don't want me either. This is pushing me to a dead end..."
The lighting in the small restaurant is warm.
The diners on the side were drinking and talking loudly, drowning out the noise here. A few people were watching the show.
Perhaps it was the sympathetic gazes of others that excited him.
The clashing sounds of dice and chips on the gambling table, the punches and slaps thrown at his wife and daughter, were all forgotten in that instant.
After Xu Wenyao finished his last sentence, he seemed to be completely crushed by the huge and ruthless thing that he imagined had oppressed him all his life. He hung his head like a stray dog, covered his face with his hands, and tears streamed down his face.
Lin Yuezhen looked surprised and hurried to the next table to get tissues.
Xu Jiaojiao had already put down the small bowl in her hand and huddled behind Xu Jiqing, not daring to say a word.
The steam on the table had long dissipated, and a layer of white film floated on the plate.
Xu Jiqing was still sitting there.
The small restaurant in front of him was like a small, suffocating stage, where Xu Wenyao's impromptu tragic drama was being performed.
Xu Jiqing lowered his eyelids quietly.
He listened to the familiar, disgusting confession and crying with an expressionless face, looking at his mother's face that was used to tolerance and acceptance, and Xu Jiaojiao's trembling young shoulders.
I wanted to vomit, but I couldn't help laughing.
Outside the window, the last bit of sunlight was swallowed up by the darkness.
It was as if he was the only one left in the world, standing on the boundless dark sea, the ice under his feet was silently cracking.
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At the end of the meal, Xu Wenyao wiped away his tears and said a lot of apologies and oaths.
Just as he imagined, Lin Yuezhen went to Xu Wenyao's rental house.
After returning home, Xu Jiqing slept next to Xu Jiaojiao's bed.
To be more precise, he didn't fall asleep for a minute.
The floor tiles are cold.
He lay in his clothes, leaning against a thin wooden board. Whether he had his eyes open or closed, the sounds he had heard and the images he had seen before coming to Jiangcheng kept spinning in front of his eyes, like a dark whirlpool.
"You little bastard, you're rebelling against me! I'm your father!"
"Who is deaf, the brother or the sister..."
"He's already deaf at such a young age. If his mother had taken better care of him, would she have let him become disabled?"
"Stay away from Xu Jiqing. Coming from a family like this, who knows if he has the genes for madness?"
"Did Xu Jiqing sleepwalk at night? Fortunately, he doesn't live on campus, otherwise what if he had a knife..."
"Have you heard? Accountant Xu was put in jail by his eldest son!"
"I see that Lin Yuezhen's body is covered in bruises, but it's not necessarily all caused by Xu Wenyao. Her eldest son is already so tall. It's genetics, who can control it?"
"Xu Jiqing's sister is really deaf and pretends to be deaf. My mom said that their family is trying to cheat the minimum living allowance."
"Isn't he top of his class? He's such a good student. Who could be so harsh on a child? Xu Wenyao's wife is pretty dishonest, isn't she?"
"You think I'm doing charity? If you don't pay back the money your father owes you, who will?"
"Xu Jiqing, did you inherit your father's habit of beating people?"
"Xu Jiqing, how did you call the police if your sister couldn't hear you?"
"Xu Jiqing, why can't you bend your hand? Hahaha..."
"Xu Jiqing, please confirm one last time. After signing the withdrawal documents, your student status will be cancelled starting today."
"Xu Jiqing, bed 23, you're fainting from the pain, you know that?"
"Xu Jiqing, wake up, Xu Jiqing!"
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The ceiling was dark.
Xu Jiqing's chest heaved violently twice.
He opened his eyes.
His left hand dropped to his side, and his right hand was suspended in the air, in front of his eyes.
There was a reason why Xu Wenyao hated him so much.
It was Xu Jiqing who planned that he was imprisoned two years ago.
Small places are different from Jiangcheng.
The town is a society of acquaintances, and the huge factory has formed an impenetrable network of human relationships. If something happens to someone's family, pairs of curious eyes will come over to spy like mosquitoes seeing blood.
Violence is just a curiosity, and neighbors will just gossip about it and forget about it, but divorce is the real scandal, a choice made when the marriage life is extremely failed and there is really no other way.
Lin Yuezhen gritted her teeth and endured those more than ten years.
In those late nights filled with the sounds of shattering plates, crying, and the smell of alcohol, Xu Jiqing stood quietly in the shadows, watching it all in silence, and thought countless times about killing Xu Wenyao.
He was born without empathy, and, not yet sixteen, it would be easier to end it all now than at any other time.
In the end, I didn't do it, not because of the father-son relationship, or because I was too soft-hearted to do it.
But it was because Xu Jiaojiao was too young.
He could neither flee with Xu Jiaojiao and Lin Yuezhen, nor surrender himself.
This family needs him, a brother who is independent and capable of making more and more money, so that she can hear again.
Fifteen-year-old Xu Jiqing did not lose control, nor did he go down the path of inevitable downfall. After Xu Jiaojiao was deafened, it didn't take him long to come to a conclusion -
He wanted to use other methods to make Xu Wenyao disappear.
He needs to get hurt.
The injury has to be severe, but not too severe.
It was so serious that the police could not use family affairs as an excuse to smooth things over, and his body still had to be able to use it.
There are still three years until the college entrance examination, and three years until he can achieve true financial independence and take Lin Yuezhen and Xu Jiaojiao away.
According to the current criminal law and sentencing precedents, what degree of domestic violence injuries would be enough to qualify for a three-year sentence?
The answer is second-degree minor injury.
The public security system's injury assessment is not emotional. All injuries that begin with the word "minor" are not as pleasant as they sound, and the degree of pain has never been a measure of quality.
People will be completely instrumentalized——
How much functional loss has occurred, how many years of service life has been reduced, whether it affects the ability to live and work, and whether there are any particularly horrifying manifestations in appearance, can a line of "cruel means" be added to the final document.
He is only fifteen years old and he is still in school.
His right hand is used to read, write, eat, dress, and complete all contacts and connections with the world.
So perfect.
If Xu Wenyao could break the ulna of his right hand, everything he envisioned would be solved.
Xu Wenyao came back early that day, drunk as a skunk. Lin Yuezhen was still watching the store. Xu Jiqing and Xu Jiaojiao agreed to lock her in the master bedroom and asked her to call the police by checking her watch.
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