My sister broke off her engagement to marry someone richer? My older sister married me and became in

Yu's living room.

The air was filled with a strong smell of cigarette smoke, which made people's throats feel tight.

Yu Bo sat on the sofa with his back straight, and the ashtray in front of him was piled high with cigarette butts.

He smoked one cigarette after another, without turning on the light, letting the dim twilight engulf him.

The room was deathly still; even the ticking of the wall clock sounded particularly jarring.

His life's work, the position of director of the Hongshan County Food Factory, which brought him immense prestige, is about to become a joke.

All of this was because of his good-for-nothing son and the woman who was even more troublesome than his son.

"Squeak—"

The door opened.

A gust of cold wind, mixed with laughter, blew in.

"Gao Yang, look at this new leather bag I bought. Isn't it much more stylish than the one Lin Xiulan carried when she went to town last time?"

It was Lin Xiumei's voice, filled with undisguised boasting and pride.

"Of course, how could the things my wife uses be compared to what some country bumpkin like her would have?"

Yu Gaoyang's voice was full of indulgence.

The two walked in chatting and laughing. Lin Xiumei was carrying a brand-new leather handbag, which she dangled in front of her.

As soon as she entered the room, she sensed that something was wrong.

It's too quiet.

That's way too dark.

Yu Gaoyang snapped the light on, and the glaring light made both of them squint.

Upon seeing Yu Bo sitting motionless on the sofa, Yu Gaoyang's smile vanished instantly, replaced by an impatient expression.

"Dad, what are you doing sitting here pretending to be a ghost in the middle of the night without the lights on?"

Yu Bo slowly raised his head, his bloodshot eyes like two knives stabbing straight at Yu Gaoyang.

"What's wrong?"

Yu Bo repeated his son's words, his voice hoarse as if sandpaper was being rubbed.

He suddenly grabbed the enamel teacup on the table and smashed it hard at Yu Gaoyang's feet!

"Bang!"

The teacup shattered, and scalding tea and tea leaves splashed everywhere.

Yu Gaoyang was so frightened that he jumped back a step.

Lin Xiumei's new handbag fell to the ground with a "thud".

"You still have the nerve to ask me what's wrong?!"

Yu Bo suddenly stood up, pointed at Yu Gaoyang's nose, and let out a roar that had been suppressed for a long time.

"The factory! It's going to collapse!"

"A fine from the provincial foreign trade department! Eighty-seven thousand yuan!"

"It's all thanks to this wonderful wife you found!"

Eighty-seven thousand yuan!

These words exploded in Gao Yang's mind like a thunderbolt.

He panicked, and all the color drained from his face.

But his first reaction wasn't to admit his mistake. Instead, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, he jumped up and pointed at Lin Xiumei, who was equally dumbfounded beside him.

"It's her!"

"She did it all! Dad, this has nothing to do with me!"

"Back then, she was trying to outshine that bitch Lin Xiulan, insisting that she could get good goods at low prices, and she encouraged me to buy that batch of mountain produce!"

"I knew something was wrong a long time ago, but she insisted!"

He shirked all responsibility.

Lin Xiumei's mind went blank. She was so shocked by the sudden change and her husband's ruthless betrayal that she couldn't speak.

She opened her mouth, instinctively trying to argue.

"No...you agreed to it in the first place!"

Her words ignited a fire in Yu Gaoyang's heart.

"You fucking dare to talk back!"

Hit where it hurt, Yu Gaoyang's face instantly turned a deep liver color, as shame and anger completely overwhelmed him.

He raised his hand and, with all his might, slapped Lin Xiumei hard across the face!

"Snapped!"

A crisp, loud bang.

Lin Xiumei was sent flying sideways by the blow, crashing headfirst into the wall before falling to the ground.

My ears were ringing, half of my cheek went numb instantly, and I tasted a metallic, sweet, metallic flavor in my mouth.

She hadn't reacted yet.

Yu Gaoyang, like an enraged beast, charged forward and kicked her hard in the curled-up abdomen and back!

"You slut! You spendthrift woman!"

"You've squandered all my money!"

"It's all your fault! It's all your fault!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

The leather shoes landed heavily on her again and again.

Excruciating pain shot through every part of her body. Lin Xiumei was in so much pain that she couldn't even make a sound. She could only clutch her head tightly like a shrimp.

Her newly bought handbag was kicked aside, and her lipstick, mirror, and handkerchief were scattered all over the floor.

Yu Bo stood to the side, watching indifferently.

His face was expressionless; he neither stopped nor tried to persuade, as if he were watching a farce that had nothing to do with him.

Yu Gaoyang continued fighting until he was exhausted and stopped, panting heavily.

Yu Bocai slowly exhaled a smoke ring, his voice cold and devoid of any warmth.

"Even if you beat her to death, you won't get your money back."

He strolled over and looked down at Lin Xiumei, who lay on the ground like a lump of mud.

"Let her go."

"Go find that Lu Qingshan."

His voice was soft, yet it was like a poisoned nail, each word piercing into Lin Xiumei's ears.

"Go borrow, go ask for it, go kneel!"

"No matter what method she uses, she'll make me fill that 87,000 yuan hole!"

Lin Xiumei trembled all over.

She raised her head and looked through her disheveled hair at her father-in-law, whom she had once been so proud of.

That seemingly respectable face now only showed naked cruelty and scheming.

"Even if Lu Qingshan wants you... you have to agree, understand!"

Yu Gaoyang, panting heavily, grabbed Lin Xiumei by the hair and dragged her up from the cold ground.

He leaned close to her ear and threatened her fiercely in a voice only the two of them could hear.

"Did you hear that?"

"If you don't get your money back today, you'll die out there and never set foot in the Yu family again!"

After saying that, he dragged her along like a dead dog, taking a few steps to the door.

"roll!"

He suddenly flung his hand away.

Lin Xiumei was pushed out of the door by a tremendous force and fell heavily onto the cement ground in the yard.

"Bang!"

The door was slammed shut behind her.

The lights in the room were also completely shut off.

The cold wind was like a knife, whipping against her face and her thin clothes.

She was covered in wounds, and a chill seemed to seep into her very bones.

But no matter how cold it is, it can't be colder than her heart.

She curled up on the ground, motionless.

My tears have long since dried up.

There was no despair or sadness in her eyes.

Only one flame is burning.

That was resentment, unwillingness, and madness.

After an unknown amount of time, she leaned against the wall and stood up shakily.

She straightened her torn clothes and wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth.

Then, she turned around and looked in the direction of Hongshitun.

Step by step, dragging that body that no longer belonged to him, he walked into the boundless darkness.

Lu Qingshan.

Now, all she has left is him.