"Kneel down!"
Mother-in-law Wang Cuilan's voice was sharp, like an awl, piercing Su Chen's eardrums.
A basin of warm foot-washing water was poured on the imported Italian floor tiles at his feet. Water splashed up and wet his trouser legs. The smell of cheap soap mixed with a faint foot odor filled the air.
The living room was quiet.
All eyes were on him. There is ridicule, disdain, and contempt, just like looking at a dog wagging its tail and begging for mercy.
Wang Cuilan's eyebrows knitted together, her face full of disgust. "Su Chen, look at your worthless look! Our Lin family has raised you for three years, what have you given us? Besides eating free rice, what else will you do?"
Su Chen's fingers slowly curled up at his sides, and his knuckles turned white from the exertion. He didn't speak, just lowered his head and looked at the puddle of water. His blurred face was reflected in the water stains, looking as embarrassed as he was at the moment.
Over the past three years, such humiliation has become commonplace.
For Lin Wanqing, the woman he had loved for five years, he gave up all his dignity, married into the Lin family, and became a door-to-door son-in-law that everyone could step on.
He thought that as long as he was patient enough and worked hard enough, he would one day be able to get a trace of warmth.
But he was wrong.
"Today is the third wedding anniversary of you and Wan Qing." Wang Cuilan crossed her arms with a mean sneer on her lips, "Our Lin family has prepared a big gift for you. As long as you sign and get out today, you can fill out this check as much as you want."
