Chapter 8 The Knife at Dad’s Throat
Jiang Chen unhesitatingly turned his spearhead toward our parents.
"Dad, Mom, sell the house. The old home's land, hurry up."
My father trembled all over in anger.
"You... you can't leave us without even a place to stay!"
My mother showed fear for the first time.
"Son, we can't sell it. If we sell, where will your dad and I live?"
"Then we can all live in my sister's big house!"
Jiang Chen said, his eyes full of fanaticism. "Stop the nonsense. Sign quickly!"
"I won't sign! You unfilial son!"
Jiang Chen kicked over the tea table in one move, grabbed my dad's collar with one hand, and pulled a fruit knife from his waist with the other. He pressed it straight against his own father's neck.
"You old bastard! Sign or not?! If not, I'll bleed you today! You think I don't dare?"
The old couple stared at the unfilial son. Their lips trembled nonstop.
It turned out their lifetime of indulgence was not armor.
It was a sharp blade they had personally placed on their own necks.
In the end, under violent coercion, the old couple signed with trembling hands.
The old home that had carried their whole lives was priced at 120,000 and sold off cheap.
The money was quickly taken by Jiang Chen.
The gap still had 460,000 left.
They came looking for me again.
The three of them blocked the door of my temporary rented apartment, their faces haggard.
"Jiang Yao, come up with the remaining 460,000."
My mom spoke in a commanding tone.
Looking at them felt like watching a joke.
I slowly took out my phone, opened the bank app's loan page, and held the glaring red debt in front of them.
"See clearly? In my name, there's only this 1.
08 million house loan. I lost my job. My reputation is ruined.
Even if I went to the bank for a loan now, no one would look at me twice.
I can't even find work and can only sit and eat my savings.
You want me to pay the loan? Fine, but you have to help me restore my reputation first."
The three of them looked like they had grabbed their last straw and nodded again and again.
"Okay, Sis, we'll go right now! We'll do live streams and clarify everything online!"
Jiang Chen eagerly made the promise.
The next few days turned into a ridiculous farce.
They started live streams. My good mother cried with tears streaming down her face and admitted that all the videos slandering me were self-directed and acted by her to force me to hand over the house.
My brother Jiang Chen nodded and bowed beside her, saying he had been blinded by greed and was not human.
They even went to my old workplace, cried and begged in front of the leaders, and asked the company to give me another chance.
The public was stunned. The perpetrators themselves had torn open the truth and laid it bare in the ugliest way, without me saying a single word.
The netizens were furious beyond measure. In the face of such extreme human evil, all words seemed pale.
While they were busy performing their whitewashing act, I quickly booked the earliest flight ticket and quietly left the city.
Soon Jiang Chen's call chased after me, his tone impatient.
"Sis, where are you?"
I stood in the unfamiliar airport, my voice calm and without waves.
"I came out to work. Relying on me alone won't do. If you want to pay off the loan quickly, let Mom and Dad work too. Three people earning money will be faster."
From then on, the real trouble began.
They could not find me, so they tried to force their way into my house.
Jiang Chen brought paint to repaint the door and tried to pry the lock and seal the windows, but the lock company refused him sternly for failing to provide proof of ownership.
In the end this greedy family could only squeeze into the shabby rented single room.
The cramped space ignited Jiang Chen's brutality.
He forced the elderly parents to carry cement at construction sites during the day and pick up trash on the streets at night. He allowed them no rest.
The slightest laziness brought either beating or scolding.
Soon my father collapsed from exhaustion. This time it was unusually serious and he was sent straight to the ICU.
Jiang Chen acted as if it was another old trick of my father pretending to be sick to avoid work. His eyes red, he rushed into the hospital and, under the horrified gaze of the medical staff, yanked off my father's oxygen tube and IV needle.
"You old bastard! Stop fucking pretending! Get up and make money for me!"
My mother cried and rushed forward to stop him. She knelt on the ground, hugged his leg, and begged.
"He's your dad! You beast! You'll be struck by lightning!"
"Get lost!"
The blood-red-eyed Jiang Chen kicked her away.
My mother's back of the head slammed hard into the cold metal bed corner in the ward. Blood gushed out instantly and she never woke up again.