On the day I was kicked out of my parents’ home, I had a flash marriage with the richest man.

Bao Xiaoting held the fruit knife in her hand, looking at Bao Hongyi, who was sleeping on the bed with his arms and legs spread out, snoring loudly. The hatred in her eyes was like a surging river, flooding and surging, swallowing up all her rationality.

She moved closer to the bed, holding the knife in both hands, the tip pointing down, and raised high.

"Don't blame me, just blame yourself for giving birth to me!" Bao Xiaoting said, and stabbed him hard with a knife.

Although a fruit knife is sharp, only the tip of the knife is sharp. Unlike a butcher knife which has a double edge, a single-edged fruit knife will only break the skin if used for a long time if you cut your hand while peeling an apple.

Bao Xiaoting used almost all her strength but could only pierce Bao Hongyi's belly but failed to penetrate his abdomen.

Bao Hongyi didn't react at first.

He was drunk and fell into a deep sleep.

Bao Xiaoting pulled out a knife, drawing blood. Bao Hongyi then felt the pain and woke up suddenly. He saw Bao Xiaoting holding a knife and stabbing at him.

Bao Hongyi screamed and rolled over to avoid the second knife.

"You beast, you want to kill me!!!"

Bao Xiaoting has a deep-seated fear of Bao Hongyi.

Seeing that he woke up, she trembled all over and the knife in her hand almost fell to the ground. But when she heard Bao Hongyi's next words, Bao Xiaoting grabbed the knife and stabbed Bao Hongyi with hatred and a ferocious face.

"I will kill you!"

When Zhao Li heard the noise in the bedroom, she quickly put down the old photos in her hand and rushed out to the balcony.

An old photo fell to the ground and she accidentally stepped on it. She wanted to go back and pick it up, but finally rushed to the bedroom.

The old photo was cut from a poster. The picture had turned yellow and blurred, and the edges were curled. It was obvious that it had been collected for many years.

The sunlight from the balcony shone in and fell on the photo. The strong reflection made it impossible to see the face of the person in the photo clearly, but the row of words below read "Meng's Group".

The photo lay quietly on the ground. In the room, one could hear Zhao Li crying, Bao Hongyi yelling, and Bao Xiaoting screaming madly.

Before long, the room gradually became quiet.

Bao Xiaoting was covered in blood, her face pale, and she stumbled out.

She wanted to escape from this house. As soon as she opened the door, she found her hands were covered in blood. She closed and locked the door, rushed into the bathroom, and kept washing the blood off her hands and face.

The bedroom was dead silent, without any sound except for the sound of water splashing in the bathroom.

I don’t know how long it was before there was a slight noise in the room and soft sobbing.

"Hong Yi, Hong Yi..."

Zhao Li failed to wake up Bao Hongyi who was lying motionless on the ground. When she crawled out of the bedroom, she was also covered in blood.

Wherever he crawled, there were bloodstains left behind.

"Xiaoting, Xiaoting, call an ambulance! Your dad...he, he's still breathing."

Bao Xiaoting said nothing, but had a fierce look in her eyes. She rubbed her fingers with a brush. Her skin became red and swollen, but she still couldn't stop.

"Xiaoting..."

Zhao Li didn't know where the pain was or whether she was scared, she couldn't stand up at all. She crawled to the bathroom door and grabbed the corner of Bao Xiaoting's clothes with her blood-stained hands.

"Xiaoting..."

Bao Xiaoting was extremely disgusted. She pushed Zhao Li's hand away, squatted down, and questioned Zhao Li in a low voice with a ferocious look on her face.

"Do you think I'm wrong? You can't leave him like that! Then you might as well die with him!"

Zhao Li cried and shook her head, her voice sobbing, "No, Xiaoting..."

"I hate you! I wish you all would die!" Bao Xiaoting grabbed Zhao Li, her eyes red, "Why did you give birth to me? Why did you let me have parents like you! I hate you! You like being abused, you like being beaten by him, and you call an ambulance to save him! You arrested me and made me the murderer of my father!"

"No, Xiaoting, wuwu... He has done us mother and daughter a favor... It is us mother and daughter who have let him down!"

Zhao Li sniffed and said in a hoarse voice, "Save him! Are you going to watch him die?"

"Are we sorry for him?" Bao Xiaoting was so angry that she laughed at Zhao Li's words.

She really didn't understand how she and her mother had done anything wrong to Bao Hongyi. Her mother was a masochist and would feel uncomfortable if she wasn't beaten every day.

"I want to sever the mother-daughter relationship with you. I don't want a mother like you!" Bao Xiaoting would not save Bao Hongyi.

He took off the bloody clothes on his body and set them on fire right at the bathroom door to destroy the evidence.

She went to the kitchen and got a basin, a rag and detergent.

I accidentally saw the old photo on the balcony outside the kitchen.

Bao Xiaoting saw Zhao Li secretly looking at an old photo more than once.

Zhao Li always covered it up, fearing that she would be discovered. Whenever Bao Xiaoting wanted to see it, Zhao Li would hide it from her.

Bao Xiaoting had only seen the back of the photo, which was the catalog of some magazine. The photo should have been cut from the cover of the magazine.

Bao Xiaoting always thought that it must be a celebrity.

Zhao Li sold pirated celebrity magazines in the early years. Some students who could not afford genuine signed photos would buy these magazines and cut out photos of their favorite celebrities for collection.

Zhao Li is uneducated and has no vision. What good things or secrets can she collect?

Bao Xiaoting looked away, and as if she saw something accidentally, she turned her head back to look again...

Zhao Li gasped and her eyes widened.

I used almost all my strength to crawl towards the kitchen balcony.

But she was still a step too late, the photo had already been picked up by Bao Xiaoting.

She looks older than Bao Xiaoting in the photo.

The man's face inside was blurred, and only his outline could be vaguely seen, along with a line of red artistic words of varying sizes below, which read something like "The eldest son of the Meng Group is getting married."

The photo was cut, and only half of the words were shown.

There is obviously a woman next to the man's photo. A woman's hand can be seen around the man's waist, but the woman's part has been cut off, leaving only the man's half.

"Give it back to me! Give it back!" Zhao Li came to grab the photo.

Bao Xiaoting did not hide and let Zhao Li snatch the photo back.

She was still anxious to deal with Bao Hongyi's blood, and only asked Zhao Li, "Who is the person in the photo? Could the Meng Group be the Meng Group of Meng Zhidong?"

Zhao Li quickly hid the photo in a cabinet nearby and answered perfunctorily with a panicked look on her face.

"What Meng Group, what Meng Zhidong! It's just a newspaper clipping! It doesn't mean anything!"

"Do you have any relationship with the man in the photo? You still refuse to tell the truth?" Bao Xiaoting glared at Zhao Li, took a basin of water, and went to the bedroom with a rag.

Bao Hongyi was bleeding a lot. There were several bloody holes on his stomach, and blood was constantly oozing out. A large pool of blood had already formed on the floor tiles.

Bao Xiaoting was very scared and terrified, and her fingers were shaking.

"Don't blame me! Blame yourself! You forced me to do this! Only when you die can I be free!"

Bao Hongyi is still alive.

Because of shock due to excessive blood loss, he could no longer make any sound, his eyes rolled back, his whole body twitched, but he was breathing out more than breathing in.

Zhao Li didn't come quickly. She hid at the door, squatted on the ground, covered her face and cried, "Xiaoting, call an ambulance! Maybe there is still hope."

"Mom, please! Do you want to kill your dad? Do you want to be charged with murder?"