Quick Wear: Let go of the desire to help others and respect the burial of the insane.

For the past few days, Tian Youwei has been observing the customers coming to the lobster stall from a corner.

Business was booming; he could make at least two or three thousand a day. This made him incredibly envious; why didn't that woman bring out her skills?

He's making so much money, he'll never agree to a divorce; he'll cling to this money-making machine.

Unfortunately, he was seduced by a vixen and got divorced, so he can't directly ask this money tree for money.

But Tian Youwei has nothing to worry about.

As his father and one of his guardians, he naturally had the opportunity to visit Tian Xinhui frequently.

Tian Xinhui is a money-loser. He can do whatever he wants to his daughter; it's only natural!

Just then, Tian Xinhui was about to take the college entrance examination. A daughter is a mother's lifeblood. If you can control Tian Xinhui, you can control Chen Xiaofen.

"Don't worry! As long as you give me 20,000 yuan, I'll disappear from your sight immediately and won't disturb my daughter's college entrance exam!"

Chen Xiaofen frowned, shielding Ning Jun behind her. After hearing Tian Youwei's words, she became even more furious.

"Tian Youwei, I never expected that you would use your daughter's college entrance examination as a bargaining chip to ask for money, all for your sake."

"You are not... fit to be a father at all!"

Tian Youwei gulped down the liquor from the bottle, saying, "So what? She's my daughter for a day, and I'm her father for a day! She has to be filial to her father! That will never change her."

"If you don't want to pay, that's fine too, just give me the lobster recipe."

Chen Xiaofen's business was so successful that it ruined other crayfish businesses.

After some business owners found out that Chen Xiaofen had a gambling addict husband, they immediately came up with a terrible idea: give Tian Youwei 1,000 yuan in exchange for Chen Xiaofen handing over the secret recipe, and give her another 5,000 yuan after the deal was done.

Even if Chen Xiaofen doesn't pay money or hand over the secret recipe, she can still get two hundred yuan a day for acting like a rogue, playing the role of an abandoned husband to ruin her reputation and public image.

"impossible."

The secret recipe was developed by Ning Jun, and only she and her daughter knew the true core of it.

"Absolutely not, Tian Youwei! Even if I die, I will never let you lie on me and suck a drop of blood!"

Chen Xiaofen actually resisted? Tian Youwei's pig-like eyes darted around.

"Humph!"

"Then I'll throw a tantrum in front of your shop! Let everyone see how you, a woman, have made money and then abandoned your husband to show your face in public!"

He then lay down on the ground and began to shout loudly.

Those people still told him that if Chen Xiaofen called the cops, he should pretend to be drunk and insist that nothing like that had happened, and the cops would be unable to do anything to him.

The surrounding vendors were furious, but there was nothing they could do.

The appearance of a drunkard causing trouble affects the business of the entire street; customers will consider safety factors and will not come back.

But... if they were to intervene, they would likely be harassed by hooligans and scoundrels. Therefore, it would be difficult for them to help Chen Xiaofen.

"Tian Youwei".

A cold voice sounded.

Tian Youwei looked closely and realized it was his worthless daughter who had spoken. "I'm your father! How dare you call me by my full name? Believe me or not, I'll go to the school and cause a scene! Let everyone see that you're an unfilial daughter!"

"So what?"

“They’ve been missing since I was born and haven’t paid a single penny in child support.”

“He abandoned his wife and children while his mother was seriously ill, and went off to have a good time with his mistress.”

“I can sue you in court, make you pay child support and recover the money you spent on your mistress, and dig out a large sum of your savings. Even if you have no money, I can still send you to jail.”

"But I'm not doing that now, do you know why?"

Ning Jun squinted.

Tian Youwei swallowed hard, a bead of cold sweat trickling down his forehead. It took him a while to realize, "Isn't that because I'm your father? What kind of daughter sends her father to jail?"

"wrong!"

Before Tian Youwei could react...

Ning Jun grabbed his scalp, turned his hand around, and plunged his head into a pot of boiling oil.

"This is a blind spot for surveillance cameras!"

The oil in the pan splattered and produced a lot of bubbles.

He leeched off Chen Xiaofen, took her wages to gamble, and racked up millions in debt.

This caused Chen Xiaofen to be so exhausted from paying off debts that she became emaciated and developed a terminal illness.

He took the opportunity to divorce her and looted all the valuable furniture in the house. If Chen Xiaofen hadn't hidden the property certificate, Tian Xinhui would have been thrown out onto the street immediately.

Daughter? A money-losing burden! When Tian Xinhui turned eighteen, Tian Youwei reappeared before her, eyeing her with the prospect of selling his daughter for a dowry of over ten thousand yuan.

It would be best to sell him to some remote mountain village, and have him stay in a city house to serve his father.

Old Deng wants to go to prison to enjoy a government job and get some exercise? That's too good for Tian Youwei, who has no fixed abode.

There's always a way of life that suits Tian Youwei when he's out there, like being missing an arm or a leg.

The stall was emitting the aroma of fried fatty pork.

Clatter. Clatter.

The intense pain and high temperature nearly tore Tian Youwei's body and soul in two.

He screamed in a pathetic state, "Ahhh!" His obese body struggled incessantly, trying to break free.

But Ning Jun's hand was like an iron clamp, gripping his scalp tightly. If he moved, his scalp would be ripped off!

"No—no—"

When the immense force at the back of the head slightly dissipates.

Despite the excruciating pain, Tian Youwei fled Chen Xiaofen's barbecue stall in a panic, disregarding everything else.

All that could be heard from inside the oil pan was Tian Xinhui's voice.

"Dad, I am your daughter. When you are paralyzed at home, whether you live or die is up to me."

"You don't seem like someone who accidentally ingested pesticide and struggled in agony for two hours before being found dead by suicide, do you?"

"Don't panic, there are other ways to die. We'll get those people to break your legs and send you to the worst sanatorium. People will even praise me as a filial daughter!"

Vicious! So vicious!

How could there be such a vicious and worthless person!

"Killing! Killing!"

Tian Youwei shouted as he ran away, trying to attract the attention of others.

But no one could understand what he meant by "Sarilang!" or "Sarilang!"

All I could see was a madman with blood streaming down his face, yelling and screaming.

During the escape.

He accidentally stepped on a banana peel thrown by a customer and fell to the bottom with a splash, right on a downhill slope.

His round, bulging body slid to the ground like a gas cylinder.

I happened to bump into a shop's trash can and got covered in stinking gutter oil.

Unfortunately, just as his body stopped rolling, an eighty-year-old woman was taking out kitchen waste.

The scalding hot and deadly mixture of sugar and oil was poured over Tian Youwei's body.

He jumped up and down like a monkey after being scalded.