Wear it quickly, it's better to live a miserable life than to die

This kind of life lasted only thirty years. After he turned thirty, when he planned to marry a beautiful wife and then take over the heavy responsibility from his old father, the Lu family was gone.

Lu Gaochang was dumbfounded and had to accept the reality.

Now, he is almost losing his girlfriend, the daughter-in-law that Lu Honghua had chosen to be his daughter-in-law. The only one who can save him is his mother, Wang Yishuang.

Lu Gaochang knelt on the ground and glanced at his father who was sitting on the ground in silence.

"Snapped!"

He hardened his heart and slapped himself in the face.

With the bright red slap mark on his face, Lu Gaochang raised his head and looked at Ding Yi pitifully, "Mom, I am an unfilial son. Please hit me. It is all my fault...ah——"

Ding Yi shook his hands and said, "It's really all your fault. You let her down."

Crackling, clacking, beating someone up, beating a child on a rainy day, it's just a waste of time. Besides, this was Lu Gaochang who took the initiative to accept the beating.

There is a dim moon outside, but it doesn’t matter, it’s raining in my heart.

Lu Gaochang was like a sandbag, being punched and kicked by Ding Yi. Except for the first sound, Lu Gaochang clenched his teeth tightly to prevent himself from making any sound.

"Ah - don't come over here, don't touch me, I'm not, I didn't."

He is a character, but his mind is not on the right path.

On the contrary, He Wuwu's soprano voice was louder and higher than the last. It would be a pity if she didn't sing bel canto.

"Shut up!" Ding Yi slapped He Wuwu in the face. He Wuwu shrank into the corner. Ding Yi's ferocious attitude frightened her. She held her head and trembled. Her eyes seemed to be filled with poison, and she didn't dare to look up.

Three of them, not one escaped.

Among them, He Wuwu only received a slap in the face, followed by Lu Honghua, and the worst was Lu Gaochang, who had not a single piece of intact skin on his body.

Ding Yi kicked Lu Gaochang into a corner and waved to the nanny hiding behind the door. The nanny stuck her head out in fear but didn't dare to go over.

It’s really brutal, but why is it so cool?

Ding Yi asked, "Why aren't you leaving yet? Housework matters, are you still waiting to see the show?"

Upon hearing this, the nanny turned around, picked up the bag, and ran across the hall like a gust of wind, toward the door without stopping the whole time.

Ding Yi was amazed. Such a big woven bag, filled to the brim, must be very heavy, but she didn't even breathe hard. She was truly a real tomboy.

He gave them a thumbs up, "I admire you!" He turned around and rolled his eyes at the three of them, "I'm not talking about you, stop flattering yourself."

It's a bit boring sitting there. The two ungrateful people haven't come back yet and I don't know when they will come back.

"When will Lu Gaoyang and Lu Gaoci come back?" Ding Yi asked loudly.

Lu Honghua dodged, but Lu Gaochang immediately sold the man out.

"Mom, my two younger brothers always come home after nine o'clock." As he said this, he gave Ding Yi a flattering smile. The smile on his bruised face and nose looked particularly funny.

Ding Yi looked at him with mockery. Lu Gaochang was really a good son and a good brother. He thought that after betraying the two of them, Ding Yi would forgive him and look up to him. What a pipe dream.

Waiting to kill them and destroy their hearts, give them hope, and then give them despair.

Ding Yi pulled the corners of his mouth, trying to reveal a gentler smile, but finding that it didn't work, he gave up.

Lu Gaochang's eyes lit up and he continued to please, pulling the wound on his face and grimacing in pain.

Taking out his cell phone, Ding Yi continued playing games.

At half past nine, the two ungrateful bastards came back staggering, arm in arm, reeking of alcohol.

"Auntie Zhang, pour me a glass of water."

Lu Gaoyang shouted at the top of his voice, and then rushed to the bathroom. Before he even got there, he vomited halfway.

Suddenly, the hall was surrounded by a sour stench.

Ding Yi held his breath, strode forward, stepped Lu Gaoyang into his own vomit, and watched him struggle with a disdainful look.

In an instant, Lu Gaoci sobered up, turned around and ran away.

"Humph!"

Ding Yi sneered and threw the towel at his head. In a panic, Lu Gaoci didn't see the road clearly, his vision was blocked, and he bumped into the wall.

"Ah~~" The high-pitched soprano is not inferior to the soprano at all.

The sober people stared at Ding Yi in a daze. They saw that she ran across the hall at an extremely fast speed and came to Lu Gaochang's side. She threw a left hook through the towel and hit Lu Gaoci.

"Ow—"

There was another earth-shattering howl.

Ding Yi thought his screams were too unpleasant, so he tore off the towel, stuffed it into Lu Gaoci's mouth, and let out his pleasure.

The three sober people retreated in fear, huddled in a corner, and trembled like sieves.

Lu Gaoyang, like a dead dog, wiped his face, cursed, raised his head and continued to vomit.

The sour smell became stronger and stronger, and Ding Yi's mood dropped like a landslide. He moved as fast as the wind and struck harder.

At the end of the fight, Lu Gaoci lay on the ground like a dead dog.

Ding Yi clapped his hands and glanced at Lu Gaoyang with disdain. It was too disgusting and he didn't want to go over and dirty his hands.

Walking towards Lu Gaochang, Ding Yi showed a devilish smile, and said in a dark and terrifying voice, "My dear son, you never thought that you would do something to my car and want me to die. I want to see who will die first between us mother and son."

Ding Yi did not lower his voice deliberately, so Lu Gaochang heard it, and Lu Honghua naturally heard it as well.

Glancing at He Wuwu from the corner of his eye, Ding Yi continued, "You want your own mother to die just for a woman like this. Calling you a beast is an insult to a beast. Ha!"

His gaze returned to Lu Honghua, who was already stunned. He shook his head vigorously and waved his hands frantically, "I don't know, Yishuang, I really don't know about this. I...I will give you an explanation."

"Heh!" Ding Yi sneered and looked at Lu Honghua as if he was looking at a dead person. The source of all the problems was on Lu Honghua.

"I haven't talked about you yet. Why are you so anxious to jump out? Are you trying to show off? Lu Honghua, all this is not what you want. I want to take revenge on Wang Yishuang and separate you and Bai Lian. Lu Honghua, you are a coward. You dare not resist, so you can only use this method on your wife."

Ding Yi's emotions are mixed with Wang Yishun's emotions, years of cold violence, and the depression that cannot be expressed.

"When Wang Yishuang married you, she didn't know anything about you and Bai Lian. But you ignored your wife and alienated their mother-son relationship. You even found a substitute and replaced your daughter. This is not what you wanted. Your husband and wife are at odds with each other, and your children are enemies. You should be happy. Why aren't you smiling? Is it your nature not to smile?"

Ding Yi approached step by step, and Lu Honghua crawled back in fear.

"It's not me. I didn't. I was wrong, Yishuang. I was really wrong."

Ding Yi sniffed and held back Wang Yishuang's tears.

"You were wrong? No, you never think you were wrong." Pointing at He Wuwu in the corner, He Wuwu curled up and trembled.

"Just for that thing, you plotted against your two daughters and wanted them dead. Do you dare to say that you didn't?"

Lu Honghua moved his lips, not daring to look directly into Ding Yi's eyes.

"I……"

The Lu family was an accomplice in Lu Manping's death.