Xu Ronghua felt extremely uneasy, a sense of foreboding creeping into her heart.
Suddenly, the door lock started turning, and the sound of a key could be heard.
She jumped up in surprise.
Who could it be?
Since my son can't come back so soon, it can only be Fu Yan.
Why? Why did he come home so early today?
In her line of sight, the door was slowly pushed open, and Fu Yan stood at the doorway greeting others.
He turned around, met her gaze, and gave her a gentle smile, though the smile didn't reach his eyes.
Xu Ronghua's eyes widened, and he felt every hair on his body stand on end.
The door was closed, isolating it from the outside world.
He walked closer step by step and put down the bag in his hand.
Why are you looking at me like that?
Xu Ronghua swallowed hard, forcing a smile that looked more like a grimace. "I'm just surprised you're back so early."
Fu Yan slowly rolled up his sleeves. "I made you angry yesterday, so I thought I'd cook you some dishes to make up for it. I'm sure you'll like them."
Even stranger, after being married for many years, he...
He's never cooked before, let alone apologized to her. Every time, it was her who went along with him, begging him in a lowly manner.
His voice was dry, as if it had been sanded, hoarse and trembling, "No need, everyone makes mistakes."
Fu Yan paused, straightened up, and walked to Xu Ronghua, grasping her shoulders. Xu Ronghua dug her toes into the ground, as if doing so could suppress the urge to run away.
"Ronghua, thank you for forgiving me and understanding me."
She was like a frog being watched by a venomous snake, too afraid to move.
Finally released, the man took the vegetables back to the kitchen.
She collapsed to the ground as if all her strength had been drained, breathing heavily and silently, clutching her chest tightly, trying to calm her heart that was about to leap out of her throat.
After a while, she quietly got up and slowly moved towards the door, glancing back every few steps to observe the movements in the half-open kitchen.
Just as she grasped the doorknob, Fu Yan's gentle, tender voice came from behind her, "Madam, where are you going?"
Xu Ronghua shuddered, her body trembling uncontrollably. The door was open; she only needed to take one more step to leave this place that made her feel so oppressed.
But her legs felt like they were filled with lead, so heavy that she couldn't move an inch.
Footsteps drew closer, a hand pressed on the door, and with a 'click,' the door closed.
"Madam, dinner is almost ready, please don't go out."
She sat down on the sofa again, her heart filled with despair.
So when she finished her meal quietly and Fu Yan grabbed her by the throat, she only struggled a few times in vain before giving up when she realized she had no chance of winning.
Unfortunately, she called her son back, but when he got home he didn't see her. He'll probably be angry.
"Madam, you know I hate being threatened, and my position is what I value most. You've been so patient before, why do you suddenly not want to be patient anymore? Hmm?"
"Do you know what your biggest mistake is? Either you don't endure it in the first place, or you endure it for a lifetime. You endure it halfway and then you say you don't want to endure it anymore? You think you've risen up in rebellion, but unfortunately, in my eyes, you're a joke."
The image of being brutally beaten for the first time kept flashing through Xu Ronghua's mind, and tears streamed down her face like a burst dam.
With a "thud," the force on his neck suddenly lessened, and Xu Ronghua opened his eyes while clutching his neck.
It was Fu Tingshen. He stood there, holding a stick, looking both surprised and angry. Fu Yan was leaning on the table, his hand on the back of his head.
It turned out that Fu Yan was so engrossed in the moment that he didn't hear Xu Ronghua's pleas for mercy while being strangled.
“Ting… Shen…”
Fu Tingshen, his hands trembling, threw away the stick and ran over to help Xu Ronghua up.
The moment he stepped inside and saw his father strangling his mother, Fu Tingshen felt dizzy. In his memory, although his father was autocratic, he was not this terrible.
"Well, you little brat, you dare hit your father."
The mother and son had just stood up, leaning against each other, when Fu Yan looked at the blood on his hands and was filled with rage.
Fu Tingshen held Xu Ronghua tightly behind him, saying, "If you try to kill my mother, of course I'll fight back."
"Damn it, I feed you and give you a drink, and you dare to hit me? Do you know your mother is going to report me? If I'm gone, neither you nor your mother will have an easy time either."
"That's because you betrayed my mother first. You're willing to kill someone for that. Are you even human?" Fu Tingshen felt like he was talking to a stranger.
"I'm not human? Fine, let me tell you, just because you can save her today doesn't mean you can save her in the future. You can't stay at home forever, can you? Just wait."
After saying that, he staggered out, heading to the hospital.
Fu Ting's deep eyes were bloodshot. "Are those material possessions really that important? My mother has taken care of this family for over twenty years."
"Ha, so what? Isn't it what she deserves?"
That disdainful tone and that condescending attitude kept stimulating Fu Tingshen's brain.
"Useless trash, hurry up and go and flatter her."
"Disobedient? Fine, you can eat when you behave."
"Trash, can't even handle such a small thing."
"I'll feed you and give you drink, but if you don't listen to me, get out of here."
"Aaaaaaahhhhh~"
"Thump..."
Fu Yan fell into a pool of blood, face outward, his eyes wide open in death. He never imagined that he, who had always been the sadist, would one day die at the hands of his own son.
Little did they expect that the final straw that broke the camel's back would come from his relentless pursuit of Xu Ronghua.
Xu Ronghua covered her mouth, staring wide-eyed at the horrifying scene.
The blood-stained stick in Fu Tingshen's hand fell to the ground with a "thud." His clothes were covered in splattered blood, as was his face, which was still warm.
After a while, he knelt on the ground, covered his face, and burst into tears.
"Why, why are you forcing me? Why are you always right? Why... you asked for this. You could have just let my mother go. Why did you say that? You asked for this. It's not my fault. It's not my fault."
Xu Ronghua crawled over and hugged him: "It's okay, son, it's okay."
The mother and son hugged each other and wept bitterly.
Xu Ronghua looked at the corpse on the ground, then urged Fu Tingshen to take a shower, burn his clothes, change his clothes, and go back to school.
When asked, I just say I had a meal with my parents and I don't know anything else.
Fu Tingshen did as he was told, but before leaving the house, he grabbed Xu Ronghua's hand and said, "Mom, what are you going to do? He... he's still on the ground."
Xu Ronghua gripped his hand tightly. "Don't worry about him. I have my own plans. You go quickly. If nothing happens, don't come back. Do you hear me?"
Fu Tingshen: "Mom, I can help you."
"No need. Just remember, no matter who asks you, say you don't know, that you're just back for dinner today, understand?"
"I'll remember, I'll remember."
"Hurry up! Try to look natural, okay?"
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