My Wife Killed My Son, and I'll Make Her Pay in Blood

After my son was accepted to Tsinghua University, more than a dozen masked thugs suddenly burst into our home.

They strangled my son with a rope, then abused me in every way imaginable.

They pinned down all four of my limbs and drove 700 sharp steel needles into my body.

They burned my face with cigarette butts until it was unrecognizable, then smashed my lower body to pieces with a hammer.

After they had had their fill of tormenting me, I couldn't bear the thought of living with my shattered body.

With the last of my strength, I hurled myself against the hard wall.

My wife arrived in tears, trembling as she rushed my son and me to the hospital.

As my consciousness began to fade, I vaguely heard her speaking to the doctor.

"President Shen, killing the child was one thing, but why torment your husband like this..."

"He's always treated you so well."

Shen Zhiyi's voice was cold.

"The child just died. If I bring Haohao home now, he'll make a huge scene."

"Only if I completely destroy his pride and make him feel worthless will he obey me. Then he'll willingly accept that child."

"Once Haohao is part of this family, I'll stay by his side for the rest of my life. That can be a little compensation for him."

So the marriage I'd given everything for had been a carefully planned scheme all along.

If that's how it is, I'll make her pay in blood!