CHAPTER 79: CHAPTER 76: THE MURDER TRIGGERED BY BORROWING MONEY (THREE CHAPTERS COMBINED)_4

He knew he wasn’t good-looking, not only was he big and rough but also dark-skinned, with small eyes and a big nose.

A face full of yellow teeth and bumps.

Being able to marry such a beautiful wife now, he was content, so he was always good to her.

Especially since he was a widower, raising a son.

So when his wife treated his son poorly, he turned a blind eye.

Moreover, his wife had given him a son and a daughter, and not only were they beautiful, but also sweet-talking and charming.

His heart naturally favored his later-born children and his wife.

But he never expected his son would say such things today.

If he hadn’t heard it before, he wouldn’t doubt it, but since his son said it.

The words took root in his heart, slowly stirring up all kinds of doubts.

He was unwilling to believe those words.

He sat alone in the room, dazed.

At night, his wife returned, with a son and daughter; the son was 18 this year, not much younger than his own son, and his daughter was three years younger than the son.

Seeing the house cold and empty, she was a bit surprised; normally, when they came home, Old He would have the food ready, waiting for them to return. But not today.

They came back to cold stoves, nothing on the table, and not even groceries bought.

She threw things around, displeased.

"Aiguo is really something, at this time, and still no food. We came all the way back, it’s not easy. And I have to cook. The kids have been hungry, and the daughter was complaining about starving on the way back, thinking there would be hot food at home, but now nothing."

In her mouth, it was always He Aiguo’s fault.

He Dacheng said nothing, glancing at his son and daughter, his son also looked impatient.

But that expression alarmed him; the children didn’t really resemble his wife.

Frankly speaking, he didn’t know who the children took after; he used to think they were fair and somewhat resembled his wife, but with doubt in his heart now, he didn’t think they looked much like her.

"There was something today, so the cooking was delayed, just cook, Aiguo is about to go to the countryside, and his things aren’t ready. Where’s the time to cook? What’s wrong with you cooking a meal?"

For the first time, He Dacheng found those words harsh.

In his wife’s eyes, it seemed his son wasn’t a person, or even he wasn’t, merely a beast of burden for her and her kids.

Ding Guihua wasn’t happy, her husband usually listened to her and indulged her.

She didn’t expect him to say such things today.

But she knew that it would be wrong to argue back now; after all, women cooking was expected.

This man made good money and was attentive to the family, handing over his earnings to her. For this alone, she should treat him well.

If not for the kids and this man, why would she have endured till now?

Tired of looking at his toad face every day.

"I’m just saying, why are you upset? Fine, fine, I’ll cook."

After dinner, the children went to rest.

He Dacheng still didn’t move.

Ding Guihua didn’t attend to him, washed up, and went to bed.

She had gone to see a man today, and they couldn’t help but be lovey-dovey, she was exhausted.

He Dacheng glanced at his woman, sleeping like a dead pig, but from his angle, he could see faint marks on her neck, under her vest’s straps. Although faint, he understood as a man how those came to be.

Recently, he hadn’t even been with his wife; whenever he wanted intimacy, she always found excuses to avoid it.

He used to think he was too rough, so she despised him, but now he had his doubts.

It wasn’t that reason; she probably hadn’t taken a liking to him from the start.

He Dacheng clenched his fists.

The next day, He Dacheng told his wife he was going to the mine, took a week off, and turned around to head to Ding Guihua’s mother’s house.

When he returned from the fertilizer factory two days later, he was in a slump.

Everything was exactly as his son had said.

This woman had betrayed him, and when he saw that face identical to his son’s, he instantly understood.

Without a blood relation, how could they look alike?

He Dacheng kicked the door open.

Ding Guihua was putting braised pork into their son’s bowl.

A table full of fish and meat, because he earned a lot from working in the mines, the family’s meals were always good.

They couldn’t mistreat the children at home; look at all these good dishes.

Braised pork, braised fish, and leek scrambled eggs.

Sitting at the table eating were only Ding Guihua and her son and daughter, his eldest son wasn’t there.

He thought about it, ever since Ding Guihua married into the family, his eldest son had never sat at the dining table again.

Always in the kitchen.

It seemed he never cared if his son ate well or had enough.

As if that wasn’t his son; now it’s come to this, his earnings fed other people’s children, letting them eat and drink well.

He Dacheng’s eyes reddened.

Ding Guihua was startled to see He Dacheng come in.

"What are you doing, you should come in through the door, why did you kick it? You’ll scare the kids, they’re eating fish, what if a fishbone chokes them?"

Full of complaints and reproach.

He Dacheng walked to the table,

"Dad, you’re really something. Coming back like this, look at all the dirt on you, and the smell, it’s stinky."

His favorite son’s face showed disdain, covering his nose with one hand.

He Dacheng sneered, fine, really fine.

This is his family.

He suddenly flipped over the table, scattering all the dishes onto the floor.

Caught off guard, Ding Guihua and her two children were drenched in food, sitting in their chairs, dumbfounded.

Ding Guihua didn’t understand what had happened!

"He Dacheng, what are you doing? Are you crazy or something?"

She pulled the tail of the braised fish off her head, covered in sauce.

Ding Guihua couldn’t tolerate it; this man was rebelling.

"Dad, what are you doing? Look at this mess, I have to meet friends later. How am I supposed to go out like this? Can anyone even look at me now?"

He Zhigao was furious, wearing a white shirt now smeared in colors.

"What am I doing? I’ll show you what I’m doing!"

He Dacheng pulled out his belt, previously something only his eldest son endured.

This time, he went berserk and lashed out; he was losing his mind.

He Aiguo returned.

The house looked like it had been through an earthquake.

No one was there, but things were mostly smashed.

His father, He Dacheng, sat on the floor, seemingly aging decades in an instant.

He Aiguo sighed and began cleaning up.

No matter what, he had to leave; he was taking the train to go to the countryside tomorrow.