Xiang Chaoshen fell gravely ill and was left paralyzed in bed. The “son” he had cherished for twenty years turned out to be an ungrateful thief, making off with the family fortune his father had built through a lifetime of fishing and leaving him to die alone in a moldy shack!
As he lay dying, his wicked ex-wife pointed at him and sneered, “You old fool, I’ll tell you the truth: Tianci isn’t even your son! As for those nine useless daughters of yours, I sold some off and married the rest away long ago!”
Xiang Chaoshen coughed up a mouthful of black blood and died with his eyes open, consumed by boundless hatred!
