When I was seven years old, I watched my mother being pushed down from the third floor of Shen's house.
My stepmother stuffed me into the utility room that was less than ten square meters, patted my face, and smiled softly: "Good boy Zhini, you are just like your mother, you should live on this floor."
This stay lasted for sixteen years. I held an enamel bowl with a chipped corner and ate the leftovers for sixteen years, pretending to be dumb and cowardly.
Everyone in the Shen family treats me as a dead thing. No one knows where I grew up before I was seven years old, or who I learned my skills from, and no one knows what day I was huddled in that shabby room, waiting for.
Until the night my sister got engaged. She threw the engagement ring sent by the Pei family to my feet and sneered: "Is it worthy to marry a loser who can't even get out of bed?"
The whole hall was waiting to see me cry.
I didn't cry. I bent down, picked up the ring, and put it on my ring finger.
Section 1, passed. Section 2, passed. The third quarter was just right.
There is a word engraved on the inner ring of the ring.
Ni.
This ring, from beginning to end, was not for her. The person who was waiting for the boss of the Pei family, who was rumored throughout Beijing to "not live past thirty" and who had been in a wheelchair for ten years, was never my sister.
Stepmother, you thought it was you who plotted against me tonight.
It's me, I've been waiting for sixteen years.
This time, behind me stood the man who had pretended to be ill for ten years and endured the game for ten years just for me.
Those people who killed my mother and trampled on me for sixteen years, I want to send them away one by one with my own hands.
