Fearing trouble, he could only keep quiet and say nothing.
Such a person, even death would not be enough to quell the hatred.
For the sake of social order, they must be taught a lesson.
"What are you babbling at me for?" Tang Yaoyao said, resting her chin on her hand. "Huang San, you are twenty-five years old this year. You live in the countryside. Your father has cancer and is bedridden. Your mother cries every day and her hair turns white overnight. You are unfilial and never care about your parents. You even gambled away your father's medical expenses. Your father won't live past this week."
Huang San's face turned pale, not because he was worried about his father, but because what Tang Yaoyao said was too real.
How did you know you investigated me?
Tang Yaoyao laughed and said, "I don't need to investigate."
She stared at him with a gloomy gaze: "Your fate is such that you can only steal chickens and dogs and end up in jail. This is the retribution for your disrespect towards your parents."
"To die alone!"
"What nonsense are you talking about!" Huang San didn't believe it: "I've relied on myself my whole life. Why did those old hags give birth to me and let me live in this kind of family? Why am I not a rich second generation? Why am I not the son of the richest man!"
Huang San's eyes were bloodshot, and he blamed everything on his background: "Living such a miserable life is worse than death!"
"Do you want to die?" Tang Yaoyao shouted at Lu Chi, "Give it to me."
Lu Chi took a dagger out of his pocket and handed it to Tang Yaoyao.
Tang Yaoyao threw the dagger directly to Huang San: "Your fate will only get worse than it is now, not better. You can die now."
The cold dagger was placed in front of Huang San, and Huang San's heart trembled a few times.
Suicide and death were also difficult for him.
Huang San made no further move, which startled the old lady: "I don't want to cause a death, I can't cause a death!"
"Grandma." Tang Yaoyao's tone was indifferent. She raised her eyes and taught him a lesson: "Kindness is often taken advantage of. If you are bullied by him today, it will be the same tomorrow. Aren't you upset that I meddle? If I hadn't meddled today, you two would probably be spending your lives in sickbeds."
The old lady was speechless.
She was also very angry just now, but she was indeed complaining about Tang Yaoyao causing trouble.
If they weren't so radical, they would only suffer some losses.
The elderly couple had a son who looked very similar to Huang San.
But no one, Huang San, could do that.
Although he was a bit of a scoundrel, he was still filial to his parents.
But everyone has selfish desires; being good to one's parents doesn't necessarily mean being good to others.
He often got into fights while working on construction sites, but when his son was still alive, he was rarely bullied.
One day his son drowned in the swamp, and his body was never found.
His son drowned?
Tang Yaoyao vaguely imagined a strange scene.
A woman in red with black hair stood in the swamp watching him die.
"Your son is already dead. Is it because your son was that kind of person that you don't want to pursue the matter further?"
When the old woman's painful memories were brought up, tears streamed down her face: "Girl, you should go, you should go now, don't say anymore, don't say anything more."
“You have to accept this reality: whatever your son did wrong in life, he will suffer the same amount after death. He died without even a body.”
"Your education system is too lenient, and that's largely due to your own actions."
The old lady was devastated by Tang Yaoyao.
She raised her child.
But in the end, they taught him that kind of character.
Then he drowned in that swamp.
No one knows how he died.
Why did her child have to be born in that kind of place?
The old woman was heartbroken; he was her only child.
The elderly bury their children, and then no one is there to see them off in their final days.
The old woman said, "Yes, you're right, it's all my fault, my fault."
Her legs went weak, and she slumped into the chair, completely drained of energy.
Huang San looked at them, naturally not understanding what family affection was.
In his mind, family ties made him feel more repressed; it was pressure coming from his family.
Instead of striving for improvement, he blamed the injustice of fate.
Perhaps there are quite a few people like this in the world.
Seeing that he couldn't even lift the dagger, Tang Yaoyao squatted down, picked up the dagger, and drew the knife.
The gleaming light, sharp as a blade, made Huang San swallow hard.
He didn't have the courage to die.
"Do you want me to help you?" Tang Yaoyao smiled eerily, holding the knife to Huang San's face.
Huang San shrank back in fright: "No, no, I don't want to die!"
Dying also requires courage.
Tang Yaoyao threatened him, "No, come on, let me cut your face first."
"No, no, no." Huang San limped back: "Put the knife away, don't trouble yourself."
Tang Yaoyao smiled with extreme friendliness, matching his smile, and then quickly stabbed the knife between his legs!
"ah--"
The force was so sudden that Huang San screamed in fright and blurted out, "I know how her son died!"
A sharp dagger was embedded in his crotch, nearly severing his third leg.
Huang San's legs were trembling, and he suddenly felt that the woman in front of him was not a good woman.
What woman is so impulsive?
He reached out to kill her.
This keyword surprised Tang Yaoyao: "Oh, you knew that too?"
Huang San swallowed hard, cold sweat pouring down his face: "I watched him drown in the swamp."
The old woman was shocked: "You actually watched my son die? Why didn't you say so sooner!"
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