My Future Son-in-Law Mistook Me for His Daughter’s Other Woman, So I Went on a Rampage

[Be good, same old place: Room 8888 at the Springtime Hotel.] Not long after I sent the message to my daughter, my prospective son-in-law and his men kicked in the hotel room door. “So you're the one harassing my girlfriend!” “You even sent her a hotel address. Are you trying to get yourself killed?” As soon as he finished speaking, they smashed every antique painting and calligraphy piece I'd brought into the room. I wiped the blood from my face, my eyes utterly dead. “The weather's turning cold. It's time for you all to die, too.”