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I Was Chased by My Son and Killed His Family of Four
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My name is Zhu Jingsi, and I am fifty-one years old, a true farmer at heart. I have never traveled far in my life, and people often say that I am old and have a bad temper, but I have never done anything wrong.
Yet now, I have become a murderer, and I killed my own son and his entire family.
When I was younger, my wife and I farmed in the village, living a life of toil from dawn till dusk. We worked tirelessly to ensure that our two sons could have a better life. My eldest son was honest, just like me; my youngest son, Zhu Wenbin, was clever, taking after his mother.
I knew in my heart that one should not show favoritism and should treat both sons equally, but I couldn't help but favor my youngest son a little more.
“Dad, I ranked first in the class again!” Zhu Wenbin had always been sharp-witted and excelled in his studies, which filled me with hope for his future.
“Good job! You truly are my son!” I secretly slipped him some change to buy snacks, making him jump with joy.
Back then, I dreamed of the day when my sons would start families of their own, allowing me and my wife to enjoy our old age surrounded by grandchildren. What a simple wish!
As time passed, both of my sons grew up and started dating. Over the years, I managed to earn some money from planting fruit trees and saved up enough to buy two apartments in the county town.
As the saying goes, when children grow up, they must separate; when trees grow tall, they must branch out. I had to face the issue of dividing the family property between my two sons.
In 2005, when my eldest son got married, I gave him the apartment on North Street in the county town. It was a newly built building with decent conditions, although it was somewhat remote. My eldest grumbled about it but reluctantly accepted my decision.
I knew I was being selfish; I wanted to keep the better-located house on Nan Street for my youngest son.
In 2008, when my youngest son Zhu Wenbin got married, I gave him the old house on Nan Street.
I patted his shoulder and said, “Although this house on Nan Street is older, it has a great location right by the bustling market; it will be convenient for doing business in the future.”
Zhu Wenbin was very happy; he understood that the Nan Street house was worth more. “Thank you, Dad! You and Mom can live with us; I will definitely take good care of you both.”
I felt comforted; at least my affection for him wasn’t wasted. So my wife and I moved from the village to live with our youngest son.
Life has been relatively peaceful.
Although my daughter-in-law can be a bit difficult, I am the head of the family, and they don't dare to be too disrespectful towards me. As for the conflicts between mothers-in-law and daughters-in-law, which family doesn't have them? It's not worth mentioning.
One day in 2009, Zhu Wenbin came home with a dark expression.
“Dad, do you know how much Oldest Son’s house is worth now?” he asked me.
I shook my head. “I haven't inquired about it. How much could it be worth?”
“It has tripled in value!”
He slammed his hand on the table. “North Street has been developed, and house prices are skyrocketing. What about my old house on Nan Street? It hasn’t increased a penny! Why did you give the good house to the eldest?”
I was taken aback. “What are you talking about? How was I supposed to know that North Street would be developed? I thought Nan Street had a good location, so I specifically allocated it to you...”
“Ha, good location?”
Zhu Wenbin sneered. “You’ve always favored him, from childhood until now!”
That hurt my feelings deeply. Over the years, I have devoted myself to him, even risking resentment from my eldest son to keep the good house on Nan Street for him. And now, he turns around and accuses me.
Furious, I picked up the cup on the table and threw it at him.
That day, we parted ways in anger.
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