"Shen Min'er, you! You're getting more and more out of line, how dare you speak to your father like that?"
"Who am I doing this for? Isn't it all for your own good? Ungrateful, you only know how to bully me, you're becoming more and more lawless!"
Min'er felt she couldn't talk to him anymore. She didn't bother cleaning up the table and decided to go to bed.
Unexpectedly, her father suddenly perked up.
He stood up from his chair, glaring at her fiercely.
"What's wrong? Can't I say a word to you? You want to leave after I say a couple of things? Aren't you cleaning up? Where are you going?"
Min'er looked at him with a cold face.
"I have no obligation to serve you endlessly every day. You're not paralyzed. Since you like drinking so much, you can clean up after yourself from now on."
As she was really about to leave, her father rushed over and grabbed her.
"Don't think I won't dare to hit you! Talking to your father like this? Look at how arrogant you are now!"
"You dare to ignore your father before even becoming Zhan Bei Jue's woman, imagine what you'll be like after!"
Min'er trembled all over with anger.
"Don't worry, I won't ascend to heaven. I'll never be Zhan Bei Jue's woman in this lifetime, so give up on that idea!"
"You useless thing, you're deliberately trying to anger me to death!"
"Slap!"
Her father slapped her across the face.
"It's been a while since I disciplined you, it seems I must! Disrespectful! Today I'll teach you a lesson and let you know who's in charge in this house! Come here!"
Was one slap not enough? Is he never going to stop?
Does he have to force me to my death?
Min'er felt a chill in her heart, like the winter wind blowing through, a bone-chilling cold. She didn't want to cry.
She just turned her head to look at him with emotionless eyes.
"Have you had enough? If you've had enough, let go, I don't want to talk to you."
"You... I haven't had enough! Come here! If you have the guts, come here, I'll..."
Because they were too close, the smell of alcohol sprayed into her face, and Min'er almost gagged.
He actually wanted to drag her into the room?
Disgusting!
"You're drunk, I don't want to argue with you, please let go!"
"Talking back! You're asking for death!"
"Slap!" Her father slapped her again.
"Come here!"
As they shouted and struggled in the dining room, her mother, hearing the commotion, rushed out of the room.
Seeing her daughter's left cheek red from the slap, and her father grabbing her arm to drag her away, her mother charged forward like a madwoman.
"Don't you dare hit my daughter, you scoundrel, let her go! Let go of my daughter!"
"Crazy woman, what use are you? Marrying you in this life was a terrible misfortune!"
"You haven't even produced a son, you're just a burden! You're old and I still have to support you, I'm sick of you, get lost! Don't force me to hit you too!"
Her father kicked her mother in the stomach.
Her mother's condition had just started to improve, and he treated her like this?
He can bully me, but he can't bully my mother!
Min'er's mind went blank. She slapped her father back.
This was the first time in her life she had ever defied her father so rebelliously.
"If you hit my mom again, I'll take her and run away tomorrow, believe it or not?"
Her father didn't care how she felt, he only knew he had been hit, his dignity shattered, and he couldn't stand it.
"Beast! Wicked spawn! How dare you hit your father?"
He turned, grabbed a plate from the table, and without hesitation, smashed it towards Min'er's head.
Her mother, protective of her daughter, saw the plate about to fall and scrambled up, headbutting her father in the chest.
Her father was knocked to the ground. "Clang!" The plate fell, shattering on the floor.
"Bad person! You're a bad person! Don't you dare hit my daughter, you die! Go die!"
Saying that, her mother lunged at her father, grabbing his neck with both hands.
But how could she, a patient, be her father's match?
In an instant, their positions were reversed.
Her father completely lost it, acting recklessly. He grabbed a shard from the floor and slashed it across his mother's face.
Min'er couldn't stand it anymore. If this continued, her mother would eventually be beaten to death by him.
"Ah—"
She screamed, rushed to the table, grabbed a plate, and smashed it onto her father's head with a loud crack.
"You..."
A stream of dark blood splattered from the top of her father's head, spreading grotesquely onto his face, neck, and ears.
Min'er hadn't expected to hit him so hard. Seeing her father's contorted face, she stumbled backward in fear.
Her father, clutching his head with one hand and pointing at her with the other, got up from the ground.
"No more living, no one lives today, this life is unbearable, beast, I'm going to clean house today!"
Min'er was terrified, not daring to look at him, trembling as she retreated step by step.
But her father pressed forward.
At the critical moment, her mother got up from the ground, picked up a shard, and unhesitatingly plunged it into his back.
Her father's eyes widened. Before he could look back at his mother, he froze in mid-air for a few seconds.
With a "thump," he fell headfirst to the ground.
Dark purple blood spread from his head like a spiderweb in all directions.
The shard remained lodged in his back.
Her father's mouth closed in a bizarre posture.
One second, two seconds, three seconds. It took over two minutes before Min'er snapped out of her immense shock.
She looked at her mother tremblingly. Her mother was clearly also terrified.
Looking at the blood on her hands, she shook her head frantically and screamed shrilly.
"Someone's dead, Min'er, he's dead!"
Fearing that her mother's screams would attract others, Min'er struggled to get up and rushed to comfort her mother, urging her to be quiet.
Then she ran outside to lock the door, and only then did she return to feel her father's carotid artery.
There was no movement, not a single sign of life, as if he was truly gone.
Her mother was still trembling. Min'er went to comfort her.
"I'll take you to wash your hands, it's okay, he's just asleep. Don't be afraid."
Her mother looked up with the innocent eyes of a kindergartener.
"Asleep? He's just asleep?"
"Yes. He drank too much. It's late, wash your hands, and you should go to sleep too."
After an unknown amount of time, her mother finally fell asleep.
Min'er came to the living room alone again.
Under the harsh incandescent light, the bloodstains looked shocking.
Her father remained motionless in his original pose, truly dead.
Strangely, after calming down, Min'er was no longer as scared as before.
She even let out a sigh of relief, feeling an unprecedented sense of ease.
The scumbag was finally gone.
No one had seen it.
As long as she disposed of him quietly, no one would disturb her and her mother's peaceful life anymore.
They had no debts and their own house.
As long as they worked hard, everything would get better.
To be honest, Min'er thought his death was a good thing.
If he had died sooner, she wouldn't have suffered so much until today.
However, how was she supposed to deal with this dead body?
Such a large person, and ensuring it went unnoticed, was truly difficult for a weak woman like her.