A letter to Ms. Song Qiaoqian.

Dear Ms. Song Qiaoqian:

Hello,

Forgive me for addressing you so strangely, after all, we are no longer husband and wife.

When you receive this letter, I hope I am already dead.

If I'm not dead yet, please don't save me, because if you choose to save me, it means sacrificing our son's life. Furthermore, I was diagnosed with terminal pancreatic cancer half a year ago. Even if I am saved now, I won't live through this month.

Do you still remember a month ago, I forced you to accompany me to buy a short-term accident insurance, but when filling out the information, I insisted on sending you away. At that time, you said I was inexplicable, but now you should understand what I was trying to do, right?

You ask why I have to resort to this extreme method? First, it's because our son needs surgery urgently. You also know that when our son was two years old, apart from being diagnosed with congenital sensorineural hearing loss, the doctor also found that he had a heart condition. Since he was too young, the doctor suggested waiting until he was 6 years old to have the surgery. But now that our child is already 6 years old, the surgery would cost at least 400,000, which our family simply cannot afford. If you don't save me, the insurance company will cover this amount for us.

Secondly, it's because I want you to pay the price for betraying our feelings. The first time I found out that you were having an affair in the warehouse, I was inside this wooden box. At that time, I locked myself in the box to find inspiration, but unexpectedly heard your joyous voices. That voice was particularly clear inside the box near the wall, but not as audible outside the box. While realizing my life-threatening illness, I also discovered the betrayal of my close one. At that moment, I almost took up a kitchen knife and stabbed you both. However, the box was suddenly opened, and I saw the innocent face of my son. I quickly calmed down; I knew I couldn't be impulsive. My son is young, and he still needs love as he grows. Since fatherly love is destined to be lacking, maternal love must not be lost. Of course, that doesn't mean I will forgive you. People always have to pay the price for their mistakes. Doing this can at least ensure that you won't forget me, won't forget the scene of my tragic death, nor forget your indifference when I was in mortal struggle as you were having an affair.

I want to return the humiliation I suffered inside the box to you a thousand times over. I want you, every time you develop deep feelings in the future, to remember my presence.

This is why I have to resort to this extreme method to leave this world. Our son is now asleep on the sofa, do not wake him up. To avoid involving him, I damaged his hearing aid in advance and gave him fruit juice mixed with a small amount of sleeping pills. And to prove that this is an accident, I plugged the living room monitoring into that old power strip. It only works for two hours, and the power strip will short circuit, enough for the monitoring to record how I was locked in the box.

In the future, if our son asks how his father died or who killed his father, you might as well tell him that I committed suicide because I could not bear the double blow to my body and mind. Finally, afraid that you won't believe everything I said, I attached the detailed examination results for my pancreatic cancer from the hospital behind this letter.

To prevent the life-saving money for our son from going to waste, please burn this letter as soon as you finish reading it.

By the way, I recommend the book on the table to you.

I wish you and our son peace and tranquility in the days to come.

Your loving husband.

March 8, 2022