Reborn a day later, I emptied my enemy's possessions beforehand.

Zhou Fuxiang waved his hand dismissively: "What's money? I'm not short of money."

Zhou Haibing, standing to the side, felt a mix of emotions upon hearing this.

But he didn't say anything, after all, that was his father, and the villa was indeed built for him to live in.

It's only natural for a son to build a house for his father; it doesn't matter whether he's mentioned or not.

That's never been what he cared about.

What bothered him was that Zhou Fuxiang had never treated his three children fairly.

My younger sister, Zhou Haiqing, has never received any love or affection from her father since she can remember.

Zhou Haiqing is five years younger than Zhou Haibing. He was sensible, diligent, and obedient from a young age.

However, Zhou Fuxiang favored sons over daughters and never took this daughter seriously.

In his eyes, his son was the one who would carry on the family line, take care of him in his old age, and be the root of the Zhou family; his daughter was a burden, a liability, and someone else's child.

When Zhou Haiqing was a child, she was treated like a maid at home.

She started helping with housework when she was five years old, sweeping the floor, wiping the table, and washing her own clothes;

I could cook when I was seven or eight years old. I would stand on a small stool to reach the stove and cough from the fumes.

When she was a teenager, she also had to do farm work, carrying hoes and loads just like the men.

She did just as much work as Zhou Haibing and Zhou Hailong, but Zhou Fuxiang never praised her.

She was also frequently beaten.

When Zhou Fuxiang was drunk, he liked to pick fights and would beat up anyone who upset him.

Zhou Haibing was the eldest, so he dared not hit him; Zhou Hailong was the youngest, so he couldn't bear to hit him.

Only Zhou Haiqing is a daughter, a worthless burden. It doesn't hurt to beat her, and no one will say anything to her if she is beaten.

Zhou Haibing remembers it clearly: when his younger sister was seven years old, one evening she was playing outside with some girls from the village and forgot the time, not returning home until it was completely dark.

Zhou Fuxiang had been drinking outside that day and was quite drunk. When he saw his younger sister come in, he didn't say a word, bent down to take off his slippers, grabbed her, and started hitting her on the buttocks.

Snap, snap, snap—

The sound of the slipper hitting her skin was dull and loud, and the little girl cried loudly in pain, shouting, "Dad, I won't do it again, Dad, I won't do it again."

Zhou Fuxiang didn't stop at all, hitting harder and harder, attacking the left half and then the right half.

Hearing the crying, neighbor Aunt Wang ran over and was terrified. She quickly grabbed Zhou Fuxiang's hand.

"Uncle Fuxiang, are you crazy! How old is the child? You'll kill him if you hit him like that!"

Zhou Fuxiang shoved Aunt Wang aside, cursing under his breath:

"You good-for-nothing! A burden! Coming back so late, you might as well have died out there!"

Later, several men from the village came together and pulled Zhou Fuxiang away from Zhou Haiqing.

Zhou Haiqing's buttocks were bruised and swollen for a whole week. He could only sleep on his stomach and couldn't even squat down to use the toilet.

Zhou Haibing was already a teenager at that time. He secretly took some medicinal wine from home and applied it to his younger sister. His sister lay on the bed, tears streaming down her face, biting her lip to stop herself from crying out loud.

"Brother, why does Dad hate me so much?" she asked.

Zhou Haibing didn't know how to answer.

All he could say was, "Dad had been drinking; he didn't do it on purpose."

He lied to his sister.

Zhou Fuxiang wasn't like that because he was drinking; he was the same way even when he wasn't drinking.

If Zhou Haiqing puts an extra piece of meat on his plate, he glares at him; when Zhou Haiqing argues with his younger brother, no matter who is right or wrong, it is always the younger sister who gets beaten.

After Zhou Haiqing spoke a few words to the boys in the village, he scolded her for being "indecent" and "knowing how to seduce people since she was a child."

When my younger sister was eighteen, Zhou Fuxiang forced her to marry Zhang Wenbin.

Zhou Haiqing cried and begged her father, saying that she didn't want to get married and that she didn't like Zhang Wenbin.

Zhou Fuxiang slapped him across the face and said:

"What right do you, a mere girl, have to be so picky? The Zhang family is offering a high dowry; you have no choice but to marry them!"

Every time Zhou Haibing thinks about what happened afterward, his heart bleeds.

Zhang Wenbin was the direct perpetrator of the tragedy involving the younger sister, while her father, Zhou Fuxiang, was an accomplice—the one who pushed her off the cliff.

If it weren't for her father's desire for the 500,000 yuan dowry and his attempt to establish a connection with the Zhang family, her younger sister would never have married Zhang Wenbin, wouldn't have suffered so much, wouldn't have developed depression, and wouldn't have committed suicide.

After his younger sister died, his father did not cry, did not blame himself, and did not even go to the funeral home to see her one last time.

He said:

"A married daughter is like water spilled from a bowl; even if she dies, she's still a member of the Zhang family. What does it have to do with me?"

When Zhou Haibing heard this, he almost got into a fight with his father.

Zhou Haibing tightened his grip on the steering wheel.

The father also showed particular favoritism towards his younger brother, Zhou Hailong.

When Zhou Hailong was nine years old, he was wandering around the village with a few hooligans. He ran to a villager's haystack, took out a lighter, and lit it.

The haystack was dry and caught fire easily, with flames leaping higher than the house.

Fortunately, the male head of the household returned early and, upon seeing the thick smoke, quickly called for help to put out the fire. Otherwise, not only would the haystack have been destroyed, but the house next door would have been burned to the ground as well.

The homeowner was furious and went to Zhou Fuxiang's house to argue with him.

Zhou Fuxiang, on the other hand, slammed his fist on the table and roared before the other person could finish speaking:

"He's only nine! Why are you arguing with a nine-year-old? He didn't do it on purpose! If you scare my son badly, I'll never forgive you!"

The homeowner was speechless and could only accept his bad luck.

When Zhou Hailong was fourteen, he secretly watched a sixteen-year-old girl from the same village taking a bath.

When the girl came out of the shower, she saw a figure outside the window, screamed, and Zhou Hailong took off running.

The girl's family found Zhou Fuxiang, and Zhou Fuxiang used the same old rhetoric:

"He's only fourteen, still a child. What does he know? Your daughter didn't close the window properly when she showered; she deserved to be seen!"

The girl's family was so angry they almost got into a fight with him.

When Zhou Hailong was eighteen, he and some thugs went to a construction site to steal steel bars, but they were caught red-handed by the police.

Because the amount involved was substantial, and given his prior criminal record, he was sentenced to two years in prison.

Zhou Haibing was already working hard outside at that time. Hearing the news, he rushed home, but before he could even speak, Zhou Fuxiang preemptively struck.

"Haibing, your brother is in trouble, do you know?"

Zhou Haibing said, "I understand. I was just about to discuss what to do with you—"

"What are you going to discuss?" Zhou Fuxiang pointed at his nose.

"You're a terrible older brother! If you gave Hailong a little more pocket money every month, would he steal it?"

He needed money, and you, as his older brother, wouldn't give him any, so of course he had to find another way! It's all your fault!