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"Is Zhi Yuan here?" My father-in-law's face darkened when he saw me. "Have a seat."
I sat in the corner, and my daughter glanced at me before hiding behind Li Xuemei.
"Nannan..." I wanted to call out to her, but she buried her head even lower.
"Enough, don't scare the child," Li Xuemei said coldly.
Zhi Qiang, dressed in new clothes, was handing out red envelopes. "Uncle and Aunt, Happy New Year! This is the New Year's money for my little niece."
"Zhi Qiang is so thoughtful!" My mother-in-law beamed, "Look at him, so successful!"
I sat there like an extra person.
"Zhi Qiang, I heard you opened two new projects this year?" my father-in-law asked.
"Yes, Uncle. Business is doing well, and I'm planning to expand," Zhi Qiang replied modestly before turning to me. "Bro, are you still delivering food?"
His question made the living room fall silent.
"Yeah," I answered quietly.
"That's great!" Zhi Qiang smiled. "About what I mentioned last time, you should consider it. I'm short on staff over here."
"Zhi Qiang, you're really kind-hearted!" My mother-in-law immediately chimed in. "It's a pity some people don't know how to appreciate it."
"Mom..." Li Xuemei tried to intervene, but my mother-in-law had already started.
"Did I say something wrong?" She pointed at me. "A man in his forties who can't even support his family and expects his wife to work. A useless man like this should just be divorced!"
My hands clenched into fists.
"Aunt, please don't say that..." Zhi Qiang feigned concern. "It's not easy for him; finding a job is indeed tough right now."
My mother-in-law grew more agitated. "With hands and feet, why fear not finding work? It's just that he's aiming too high while lacking the ability!"
"Mom, can you say a little less?" Li Xuemei's voice was also cold.
"Why should I say less?"
My mother-in-law glared at me. "My daughter has been with him for so many years and has suffered so much. Now that she finally sees things clearly, of course I have to support her!"
I stood up. "I'm going to help wash the dishes."
In the kitchen, I mechanically washed the dishes, my hands trembling.
The voices from the living room drifted in and out: "...men like this are just useless..."
"...I opposed this marriage from the beginning..."
"...Zhi Qiang, you see, this is the difference between those who study and those who don't..."
Then came Li Xuemei's voice: "I was truly blind back then, thinking that marrying a college student would lead to a good life. And what happened? We're getting poorer!"
"Li Xuemei, don't regret it; it's still not too late to get a divorce!" Mother-in-law said, "While you're still young, hurry up and start over!"
"Exactly! There aren't many good men like Zhi Qiang left!" Sister-in-law chimed in.
My hand froze on the kitchen knife.
This knife had been used in Mother-in-law's house for many years; the blade was worn thin and very sharp.
I picked up the knife and quietly watched.
The chatter in the living room continued:
"...What use is such a useless man...?"
"...My daughter has finally seen the truth..."
"...What's the point of studying? It's better to have skills like Zhi Qiang..."
Blood rushed to my brain.
At that moment, humiliation and mockery erupted all at once.
I gripped the knife and slowly walked toward the living room.
The first was Mother-in-law. She was still talking incessantly: "Men like him should..."
Before she could finish her sentence, the knife struck her neck.
Blood sprayed all over my face.
The living room instantly descended into chaos.
"There's been a murder!" someone screamed.
Zhi Qiang tried to run for the door, but I caught up with him and struck his back with the knife.
"Brother... help me..." he fell into a pool of blood, his eyes filled with terror.
I struck again.
My father-in-law tried to protect his daughter but fell under my blade.
Uncle-in-law, Sister-in-law, their son—one by one they collapsed into pools of blood.
Finally, there was Li Xuemei.
She curled up in the corner, fear in her eyes: "Zhi Yuan... you've gone mad... we have a daughter..."
"Daughter?" I scoffed. "Didn’t you say I’m not worthy of being a father?"
"I was wrong... I truly was wrong..." she pleaded, tears streaming down her face.
"Now you realize your mistake? It’s too late!" The knife fell.
"I was blind..." Those were her last words.
Yes, you were indeed blind. But not because you married me; it was because you looked down on me.
Seven people, all dead.
I sat in the pool of blood, staring at the bodies scattered throughout the room. My daughter had somehow escaped; perhaps she took advantage of the chaos to flee.
I picked up my phone and dialed 110:
"I’ve killed someone. At Cuiyuan Community Building 3, Unit 501. I’ll be waiting for you."
After hanging up, I lit a cigarette. The sound of police sirens echoed outside, growing closer.
I didn’t run away, nor did I regret my actions. This humiliation had finally come to an end.
Those who looked down on me, those who mocked me, those who trampled on my dignity—all had paid the price.
When the police broke down the door, I raised my hands: "I am Lin Zhiyuan."
At the moment they put handcuffs on me, I suddenly felt a sense of relief.
From now on, I would no longer have to endure those mocking gazes, bear those cruel words, or struggle for a so-called dignity.
This is my ending.
The ending of a student from a prestigious university.
The ending of someone once referred to as "the perfect child."
Perhaps some will say I’ve gone mad; perhaps others will claim I got what I deserved.
But what I want to convey is this: when a person's dignity is trampled underfoot, when their worth is utterly denied, and when they are pushed to the brink, anything can happen.
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