From then on, she could no longer feel any warmth or happiness. All that was left in her life was pain, struggle, and despair.
He used the child to force her to do things. He forced her to steal the Li family's secrets, he forced her to destroy the Li family's business, he forced her to snatch the Li family's assets, he forced her to hurt her family.
She could not stop for a moment. He was like a knife hanging over her son's head. As long as she let go, as long as she stopped, that bastard would push him into the abyss, hurt him cruelly, and kill him mercilessly.
He locked him in the basement. He made him live in that dark, damp, cruel, and cold basement from the moment he was born. It was as if he was not his biological son at all, but his enemy, or just an animal for him to vent his anger.
She was obedient and completed the task he gave her. He would be merciful and let her see her son, let her accompany him.
As long as she showed the slightest bit of resistance or unwillingness to cooperate, he would cruelly experiment on her son with all kinds of torture instruments in front of her, leaving him scarred and on the verge of death.
He got someone to build a cage and tied him to the dog. He made him eat and live in the cage like a dog. Until he was three years old, he still could not speak or walk. He only knew how to bark and crawl like a dog.
He was still so young. There was a moment when she even wanted to end his life with her own hands. It was better than him being bullied and living without dignity like this.
But he was still so young and so obedient. Every time he saw her, no matter how painful it was, he would rub against her palm and smile at her.
Since he was born, he had been in this small, dark, and damp basement. He had never seen the sun or the beautiful side of this world. How could she bear to let him leave like this?
The Li family knew everything that the bastard had done. They all knew about it, but they pretended not to see it. They all watched coldly from the sidelines. They watched as a child was pushed into hell.
She had once secretly contacted the Li Family to express her dissatisfaction with that beast and wanted to rebel against him. She planned to save her son from his hands. She planned to expose his evil deeds and let him die a horrible death.
But those people had betrayed her. Everyone had betrayed him. They were all accomplices. They all deserved to die!
Her plan had been discovered, and in exchange, he had intensified his persecution. He would not touch her. He would only touch her son. He would let her watch from the side, slowly encroaching on her rationality, gouging out her heart, and making her sink into an endless abyss of pain, anger, and despair.
She didn't know when these days would come to an end. She didn't know how long she could hold on. She just didn't want her son to fall into his hands. She didn't want him to lose even the most basic human dignity and rights.
She just wanted to bring him to see this world. She wanted to tell him that this world not only had darkness, pain, and cruelty, but also light and beauty.
Later on, her brother found out about this from somewhere. He hid it from her and made a very meticulous plan to save her son and her. But in the end, he was still discovered by that bastard.
She saw with her own eyes that the bastard held a knife and smiled cruelly at her. In front of her, he stabbed her brother in the heart. She saw with her own eyes that her brother fell in front of her covered in blood.
Many people from the Li family were watching from the side. They were all watching the scene in front of them, but no one stepped forward to stop them or say a word. They were even laughing. They were looking at her and her dead brother, as if mocking them for overestimating themselves.
She didn't die. She couldn't die. He didn't kill her either. She knew that he wouldn't kill her before she completely lost her value.
She wanted to live. Even if it was for her son and the Li family, she couldn't die. She wanted to live. She wanted to see this bastard die a horrible death.
But there was nothing she could do now.
After he killed her brother, he brought her and her son to the Li family for the funeral. In front of her brother's coffin, he poisoned her parents to death with two cups of poisonous wine.
He looked at her and smiled sarcastically, smugly, and with bone-chilling disdain. He was telling her not to try to resist him. Everyone who resisted him would die in his hands.
The Li family was thin to begin with. Her brother was dead, her parents were dead, and she became the only heir of the Li family. He finally got the Li family. He finally didn't need her anymore. She was finally going to die.
That day, he pulled her into the small dark room where her son was locked up.
He pressed the gun to her forehead in front of her son. He looked at her son and smiled. That crazy smile was on that face that she wanted to tear apart even in her dreams.
She didn't say anything and didn't beg for mercy. The more she begged, the more excited this bastard would be. How could she let him have his way?
She looked at her son. She wanted to talk to him. She still had a lot to say to him. She still had many things to tell him.
He was lying in the cage that he had lived in since he was a child. His body was covered in wounds, new wounds and old wounds, and he was covered in wounds.
The cage and the ground were covered in blood. Some of the blood was still fresh, while some of the blood had already dried. It was all his blood.
Sometimes, she couldn't understand. He was so small. How much blood could he have shed? Why was his blood everywhere in this room?
How much she wanted to hug him again, how much she wanted to kiss him again, how much she wanted to tell him that her mother was here.
However, she had never fulfilled her responsibility as a mother. She could not protect him. She could only watch as he suffered from pain and suffering.
He was also looking at her. He seemed to be confused, as if he was thinking. He was thinking about what the thing against her temple was and why she didn't approach him.
For a moment, she saw a flash of bone-piercing hatred in her son's confused and ignorant eyes. His eyes were filled with a dark, bottomless coldness like the depths of hell.
He was looking at the bastard in front of him. He was hating the bastard in front of him. She could read all his emotions. She knew all of them. She wanted to tell him not to go against him before he could protect himself.
But she didn't have the chance anymore. She couldn't watch him grow up. She couldn't comfort him or hug him when he was in the most pain.
That day was the day before his fifth birthday. She didn't even have the chance to celebrate his birthday. She heard the sound of the devil pulling the trigger in her ear. When the gunshot rang out, her world turned completely gray, and her life stopped on this day.
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