When my father arrived, I had just finished cooking. He sat on the couch with a stern face.

I'm a carefree person and ate happily as usual.

"Wu Jin, does this matter have anything to do with you?"

I paused, continuing to chew the food in my mouth, and after swallowing a couple of bites of rice, I said, "Did Mrs. Zhang say something to you again? What did she say about me?"

"It wasn't your Aunt Zhang who said it. I know you're upset that I transferred the house to Zhang Jing and that you blame Aunt Zhang for causing me and your mom to divorce. But these are adult matters; they have nothing to do with Zhang Jing. If you have any resentment, take it out on me. Why resort to murder?"

I slammed my chopsticks down. "You still know you're my father. When I was eight, you divorced my mom for this woman, leading to my mom's tragic car accident."

When I was nine, you sent me to Grandma's house because of Zhang Jing. When I came back at fifteen, you and your new family were living happily together, making me feel like an outsider.

I didn't dare to complain. I always washed clothes and cooked diligently. But what happened after that?

You transferred the house that my mother left for me to Zhang Jing because of this woman.

All of this I could tolerate. But when I dated and got married, Zhang Jing stole my boyfriend, and you said nothing. You even told me to let him be with Zhang Jing. Is this how a father behaves?"

My grievances exploded in an instant. Father seemed surprised by my accusations. His lips trembled, and after a long while, he said, "I didn't know it would turn out this way."

"Hmph, even if this matter has nothing to do with me, it's her own fault if it does."

My father's face turned pale from my words. He hung his head, lost in thought. After sitting for a while, he got up and left in dismay.

If he had known it would come to this, why did he do it in the first place? Naturally, I would no longer feel any sympathy for him. I cleared the table, then curled up on the couch to read a book.

Ever since Zhang Jing died, my home had become much quieter. It was rare to have such leisure time. Though it seemed immoral to think this, it was the truth.

"Knock, knock, knock." It was around nine in the evening, and I was about to go to bed when someone suddenly knocked on the door. I didn't have many friends, so who could be looking for me this late at night?

"Knock, knock, knock." The knocking continued. I picked up a fruit knife from the coffee table and stood behind the door, asking sharply, "Who is it?"

"A neighbor."

It turned out to be him. I put down the knife and opened the door, only to see that the man outside looked even more haggard than before.

He stood awkwardly outside the door. Instead, I generously said, "Come on in."

The man hesitated for a moment before stepping inside. He stammered, "Sis, if someone comes to my house and knocks later, could you say that I've moved out?"

"Hmm?"

I was about to ask further when I indeed heard a knocking sound next door. It was so intense that it seemed like the place was being renovated.

I turned to look at the young man. Just moments ago, he had seemed a little nervous, but now he was trembling like a leaf, his face unnaturally pale, and his body shaking uncontrollably.

I quickly helped him to sit on the couch and poured him a cup of hot water.

He waved his hand, pointing outside with a look of desperation.

I'm not one to meddle, but at that moment, I nodded and walked out.

"Who are you looking for?" A man and a woman, along with two boys around seven or eight years old, stood outside.

The older man wore a school uniform, carried a huge backpack, had a dark complexion, and a face full of crisscrossing wrinkles. He was smoking a cigarette, and upon seeing me, he threw the cigarette to the ground, spat, and said, "I'm looking for the person in this house."

"He moved out a while ago."

"Impossible." The woman who had been holding the two boys interjected. Her hair was half white, and her skin was just as dark as the man's, looking even older.

"It's true."

"Hmph, that little brat. His wings have hardened, and he doesn't plan to take care of us anymore? We've raised an ungrateful wolf. Without us, he wouldn't be who he is today." The seemingly honest woman cursed fluently.

"Do you know where he moved to?" The older man, unwilling to give up, kept questioning me.

I shook my head. "He moved out a while ago. No one lives here now."

Just as I finished speaking, Li Jun appeared out of nowhere.

I was already not good at lying and was afraid he would expose me.

Fortunately, Li Jun wasn't the type to involve himself in unnecessary matters. He came over and told me that my stepmother, Mrs. Zhang, went to the police to file a report. But it wasn't just Li Jun; it also involved me, accusing us both of conspiring to kill Zhang Jing.

"She must be crazy." Although I didn't get along with Li Jun, at this moment, we were in the same predicament.

"I'm here to let you know. Even though Zhang Jing's death was your doing, I don't want you to suffer too much out of past connections." Li Jun shamelessly said.

"Get lost."

Li Jun glanced at my door and then at me, "Having an affair with a younger man at your age. Be careful not to get burned."

I heard that Hongyu gave birth to twins and that Zhang Jing's high insurance payout was claimed, with Li Jun as the beneficiary. It's truly unfair.

"Tianwa, so here you are."

The man pulled the woman into my house, pushing me out in the process, causing my arm to be scraped.

The young man saw the two and desperately tried to escape but was caught. The woman grabbed his head, hitting it and spewing vulgarities, "Little brat, you've learned to lie now. Don't forget you came out of my womb. Without me, there would be no you."

The man was even worse, raining punches down on him. The two boys watched the spectacle.

I steadied myself and tried to intervene but was pushed to the ground by the woman. My forehead hit the cabinet, and I started bleeding.

"Stop it, or I'll call the police." I clutched my forehead, anger making my lips tremble.

Fortunately, my threat worked, and the two finally stopped.

The young man crouched on the ground, shivering. I stood up and helped him get up, "Get out, now."

"We're not leaving. We came this time with no intention of leaving." The woman threw down her bag and sat on my couch, "You're Tianwa's girlfriend, right? That's perfect. His house isn't big, so we'll sleep here."

"You!" Other than Mrs. Zhang, this was the second most troublesome person I had ever met.

The young man finally gathered his composure and kept apologizing to me, "Sis, I'm sorry. Mom, Dad, this is my neighbor. Don't make a scene."

"Hmph, a neighbor. Staying up late with such a big man, what a good neighbor."

"You!" I was so mad I couldn't utter a word. Fortunately, the police who were monitoring us 24/7 sensed something was wrong and came to check.

Seeing the police, the two became somewhat restrained but continued to be unreasonable: "It's only right for a son to take care of his parents."

The police were also troubled and eventually had to ask the young man to take the four of them away.

I looked at his retreating figure with sympathy. What a misfortune to have such bloodsucking parents.