Song Jiao gently closed the gate of the villa. Behind her was the silver bell-like laughter of her two children. They were chasing and playing in the garden of their new home. The sunlight shone through the gaps between the leaves and fell on their tender faces, reflecting a carefree joy.
This house, located in a villa complex, was a safe haven she had carefully chosen to provide her children with a better environment to grow up in. After the hustle and bustle of moving, everything seemed to be back on track. Every corner of the house exuded warmth and tranquility, and the attentive care of the artificial people made her feel much more at ease while working away from home.
However, the peaceful days did not last long.
One evening half a month later, the neon lights of the city began to flicker. Song Jiao had just walked out of the company, and the fatigue of the day had not yet completely dissipated. Suddenly, a figure rushed out from the darkness, and the shining blade in his hand flashed coldly in the sunlight, and came straight towards her.
It was Yang Zihao. His face was filled with anger and he wished he could kill Song Jiao with one knife.
"It's all your fault! It's all because of you that I became like this!" Yang Zihao's eyes were full of resentment and his voice was hoarse.
She is not satisfied with having a husband like him. Isn’t it enough that he does everything from cooking to washing dishes?
Song Jiao reacted quickly, grabbed his wrist, and said in a cold tone: "I ruined you? You ruined yourself."
Before she finished her words, she threw Yang Zihao to the ground with a neat shoulder throw. Then she calmly instructed the panicked manager beside her: "Call the police and report a knife-wielding attacker."
While waiting for the police to arrive, Song Jiao squatted down, her eyes filled with mockery and disdain: "Impotent rage? Is that all you have? It's so disappointing."
"And you look even more disgusting like this!"
Yang Zihao was tightly restrained by the security guards, but he still roared unwillingly: "Ning Shi—I hate you! I love you so much and regard you as my first love, why do you treat me like this?"
Hearing this, Song Jiao curled her lips into a cold smile. She stood up and looked down at him condescendingly: "Hate me? What you should hate is your own incompetence. Remember when we broke up, you said that pressure didn't exist for you. What about now? Have you realized that raising two children in two years can cost hundreds of thousands of yuan, and the pressure is too great? So you come to me to vent?"
She paused, her eyes sharpening. "I admit, I was naive, thinking that as long as two people were united, any difficulty could be overcome. But I overlooked that selfish people like you only care about your parents, your parents-in-law, and me, who will give you money to spend. You just immerse yourself in the game, throw eight hundred, a thousand yuan to me every month, and you feel that you have fulfilled your responsibilities."
"I forgot that I still have to accompany your female classmate to comfort her. After all, here, you are a loser who depends on your whole family. Only with her can you feel your existence as a man!" Song Jiao's words were like an ice blade in winter, piercing Yang Zihao's heart and making his face turn pale in an instant.
A trace of anger and unwillingness flashed in Yang Zihao's eyes. He raised his head stubbornly and roared: "Isn't it? You only know how to say that I'm a waste and can't make money! Have you ever given me real care?" His voice was trembling, but it was also challenging Song Jiao's bottom line.
Song Jiao's eyes suddenly became sharp. She raised her hand and slapped Yang Zihao mercilessly. The crisp sound echoed in the empty street.
Afterwards, she felt that this slap was not enough to vent her anger, so she kicked him hard, causing Yang Zihao to stagger a few steps and almost fall.
"You said you have hepatitis B and can't do heavy work! I didn't force you to make a lot of money, did I? I asked you to come back and write novels. If the money from one book is not enough, then you can make up for it by quantity. What's the result? Either you don't make any money after writing, or you give up halfway through!" Song Jiao's voice was full of disappointment and anger. She approached Yang Zihao step by step, and every word she said was like a heavy hammer, hitting his heart.
"You said you borrowed money from your good brother, and two years ago you said you would pay it back and work hard! What happened? In the end, you still asked me for it?" Song Jiao's tone revealed endless contempt and disgust, as if she was looking at a complete loser.
Yang Zihao was almost out of control because of Song Jiao's words. He struggled to refute, but found himself speechless.
At this moment, Song Jiao suddenly paused the time around them, and the whole world seemed to stand still, leaving only the two of them standing facing each other in the illusion.
Song Jiao grabbed Yang Zihao's hair, forcing him to look forward. Her voice was as cold as ice: "Look carefully! When I was in the third trimester and needed care, you had no money, so your dad gave you 700 yuan to buy things for the eldest brother. What were you doing at that time? Playing games, just wanting to get points!"
Her voice echoed in the illusion, carrying endless sorrow and anger.
Then she continued, "What were you doing when I couldn't eat? I couldn't sleep at night, and you were playing on your phone, having fun watching jokes? Your mom won't stay up late, so I let your mom rest and let your mom watch over you. Your mom got bored and left. The doctor said that if there was anything wrong, she should call the doctor immediately."
"When your father arrived at the hospital, his smiling face collapsed when he saw his daughter! Have you forgotten all these little details?"
A trace of panic and fear flashed in Yang Zihao's eyes. He tried to escape from it all, but Song Jiao held him tightly, not giving him any chance to escape.
"I won't look! I tell you, even if the sky falls, it's all your fault. It's not easy for my parents to raise me. What's wrong with you being a little more tolerant? You hold a grudge over a small thing. What's wrong with cold dishes and cold rice? Can't you eat them?" Yang Zihao still raised his head.
He acted as if he was not wrong and all the faults were hers!
However, Song Jiao just raised the corners of her mouth, with a cold light flashing in her eyes: "Since you think it's good, then go and give it a try!"
After she finished speaking, she raised her hand and waved it gently, and Yang Zihao seemed to be pulled by an invisible force and entered the illusion.
In this fantasy world, he will personally experience all the pain and struggles that the original owner has gone through, and feel her hardships and difficulties as a mother.
Time returned to reality again, and time around us resumed flowing.
Yang Zihao's eyes were dull now, and he didn't even react at all.
After all, how could you feel pain unless the sparks fell on your feet?
The police came and took the dazed Yang Zihao away, and then promised to keep an eye on this person's movements at all times.
Song Jiao expressed her gratitude, and then waved in the direction Yang Zihao left, with a faint smile on her lips, "Enjoy those experiences!"
After all, the many years that the original owner experienced in the illusion were just a minute in reality.
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