"Shen Min'er, you! You're getting more and more disrespectful, how dare you speak to your father like that?"
"Who am I doing all this for? Isn't it all for your own good? You're ungrateful, only know how to boss me around, you're becoming more and more lawless!"
Min'er felt she couldn't talk to him anymore. Too lazy to clean up the table, she decided to go to bed first.
To her surprise, her father suddenly perked up.
He stood up from his chair, glaring at her fiercely.
"What are you doing? Can't I say a word to you? You want to leave after I tell you off? Aren't you cleaning this 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, clean up after yourself from now on."
As she truly started to leave, her father lunged forward, grabbing her arm.
"Don't think I won't hit you! You dare speak to your dad like this? Look at how arrogant you are now!"
"You haven't even become Zhan Bei Jue's woman yet, and you dare to ignore your old man. If you become his woman later, won't you fly to the heavens?"
Min'er trembled with anger.
"Don't worry, I won't fly to the heavens. I'll never be Zhan Bei Jue's woman in this lifetime. You can forget about it!"
"You useless good-for-nothing, 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! I'm going to teach you a lesson today, so you know who's in charge in this house! Come here!"
Was one slap not enough? Is he still not satisfied?
Does he have to drive me to death?
Min'er's heart grew cold, as chilling as the winter wind whistling through a corridor. She didn't want to cry.
She just turned her head to look at him with emotionless eyes.
"Are you done hitting me? If you're done, let go. I don't want to talk to you."
"You... I'm not done hitting you! Come here! If you have the guts, come over here, I'll..."
The strong smell of alcohol hit her face due to their close proximity. Min'er almost gagged.
He was going to drag her into his 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 backhanded her again.
"Come here!"
As they shouted and struggled in the dining room, her mother, hearing the commotion, rushed out from her room.
Seeing her daughter's left cheek flushed red 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 go of her! Let go of my daughter!"
"Crazy woman, what good are you? Marrying you in this lifetime was my greatest misfortune!"
"You haven't even given me a son, and you're just a burden. I'm already sick of supporting you at this age. 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 show improvement, and he treated her like this?
He could bully me, but he couldn't bully my mother!
Min'er's mind went blank, and she slapped her father back.
This was the first time in her life she had so audaciously defied her father.
"If you hit my mom again, I'll take her and run away from home tomorrow, do you believe me?"
Her father didn't care how she felt; he only knew he had been hit, his authority shattered. He couldn't stand it.
"Beast! You ungrateful wretch! How dare you hit your father?"
He turned, grabbed a plate from the table, and smashed it towards Min'er's head without hesitation.
Her mother, fiercely protective of her daughter, saw the plate falling and scrambled up, headbutting her father in the chest.
Her father stumbled and fell to the ground. With a clatter, the plate fell and shattered.
"Bad man! You're a bad man! Don't you dare hit my daughter, you die! Go die!"
Saying this, her mother lunged onto her father and grabbed him by the neck.
But how could a patient like her match her father?
In an instant, their positions were reversed.
Her father completely lost his temper, throwing caution to the wind. He grabbed a shard of the broken plate from the floor and slashed it across his wife's face.
Min'er could no longer bear it. 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.
"You..."
A stream of dark blood splattered from the top of her father's head, grotesquely rolling onto his face, neck, and ears.
Min'er hadn't expected to hit him so hard. Seeing her father's contorted face, she recoiled in terror.
Her father, clutching his head with one hand and pointing at her with the other, got up from the floor.
"Don't live anymore! None of you will live today! This life is unbearable! You beast, I'm going to clean house today!"
Min'er was terrified, not daring to look at him, trembling as she backed away step by step.
Her father, however, advanced relentlessly.
At the critical moment, her mother got up from the floor, picked up a shard of the plate, and without hesitation, plunged it into his back.
Her father's eyes widened. Before he could even look back at his wife, he froze in mid-air for a few seconds.
With a thud, he fell to the ground, headfirst.
Dark purple blood spread from his head like a spiderweb in all directions.
The shard remained stuck high in his back.
Her father lay there, his mouth twisted in a grotesque pose, closed.
One second, two seconds, three seconds. After a full two minutes, Min'er finally snapped out of her extreme shock.
She looked at her mother, trembling. Her mother was clearly terrified too.
Looking at the blood on her hands, she shook her head frantically and screamed hysterically.
"Someone's dead, Min'er, he's dead!"
Afraid her screams would attract others, Min'er struggled to her feet, ran to comfort her mother, and urged her to be quiet.
Then, she went outside and locked the door, before returning to feel for her father's carotid artery.
No pulse. Not a single sign of life, as if he were truly gone.
Her mother was still shaking. Min'er went to comfort her.
"I'll take you to wash your hands, it's okay, he's just asleep. Don't be scared."
Her mother blinked with innocent eyes like a child from kindergarten.
"Asleep? He's just asleep?"
"Yes. He drank too much. It's getting late, wash your hands, and you should sleep soon."
After an unknown amount of time spent cleaning up, her mother finally fell asleep.
Min'er went back to the living room alone.
Under the harsh glare of the incandescent lights, the bloodstains looked horrifying.
Her father remained motionless in his original position, completely dead.
Strangely, after calming down, Min'er was no longer as scared.
She even let out a sigh of relief, feeling an unprecedented sense of ease.
This scumbag was finally gone.
No one had seen anything.
As long as she could discreetly dispose of him, no one would ever disturb her and her mother's peaceful life again.
They had no debts and their own house.
As long as they worked hard to earn money, 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 until today.
However, how was she supposed to dispose of this dead body?
Such a large person, and ensuring it was done without anyone finding out, was truly difficult for a frail woman like her.