After listening to Zhou Yan's words, Song Rui rushed to the door.

But he was still a step too slow.

These years of extravagant living had made him gain several circles of weight, naturally causing him to slow down.

Zhou Yan kicked the back of Song Rui's knee.

I watched Song Rui kneel down in front of me, hatred surging in my eyes.

Images of the past flashed before my eyes.

Song Rui had an affair and was caught by my father's secretary, which naturally reached my father's ears.

Song Rui, drunk, hit me at home, and my parents happened to come by to see their grandson at that moment.

We got divorced, and Song Rui used every despicable method to take my son away from me.

...

Event after event, my parents were angered to the point of hospitalization several times because of these incidents, and eventually, my father passed away.

Hatred filled me as I picked up the knife Zhou Yan had thrown to the ground.

Step by step, I approached Song Rui.

Seeing the panic flashing in Song Rui's eyes, I felt a little excited, with an uncontainable sense of pleasure.

"Lunatic! I think you're fucking crazy!" Song Rui suddenly cursed at me.

I was startled by Song Rui's sudden loud voice. The aftereffects of domestic violence were still there, and the knife in my hand fell to the ground in response.

Song Rui tried to get up to grab the knife I had dropped, but Zhou Yan was faster.

Immediately, I heard Song Rui's scream.

Then everything returned to calm.

I looked down and saw a piece of bloody, red flesh on the ground.

Zhou Yan calmly said, “It's his tongue. He shouldn't have cursed at you, and besides, he was too noisy.”

I stood in a place untouched by sunlight, watching Song Rui lie on the ground like a dead dog, his mouth full of blood, which flowed from the corners of his mouth to the ground and then spread under the sofa.

Song Rui moved on the ground, his eyes wide open, looking at me and Zhou Yan in terror.

Then he struggled to get up, kneeling on the ground, his head constantly hitting the floor.

He made whimpering noises, his eyes full of pleading.

Seeing Song Rui like this, I smiled, but tears rolled down from the corners of my eyes, hitting the ground without leaving a trace.

I reached out to take the bloodstained knife from Zhou Yan's hand.

Zhou Yan looked at me steadily and let go.

I raised the knife, covered in blood, mustered my courage, and with my eyes closed, stabbed it hard into Song Rui, who was kneeling on the ground begging for mercy.