When his son was in a car accident and lay dying on the hospital bed, his wife, who pretended to be poor, refused to pay for his son's medical expenses. All I had on my body was the one thousand yuan personal payment she opened for me, but when I begged urgently, she accused me of using my son as an excuse to defraud her of money. In the end, the son delayed treatment and died on the operating table. I cremated my son's body alone and took him home. But the wife turned a blind eye to the shining urn and hurried to go on a date with Zhu Ma. I stopped handing over my salary, flew to Northern Europe with my son's ashes, and scattered his ashes into the sea. Three days later, my wife cried and knelt in front of me: "Take our son, shall we go home?"
