Wang Mingyan and his wife could no longer endure the torment from their son, so they packed their bags and moved in with their eldest daughter. When Wang Yong discovered this, he stormed into his sister's house wielding a kitchen knife, kicking down the door. "Hand over my parents! Otherwise, I'll slaughter your whole family!"
Terrified, Wang Mingyan had no choice but to return home and apologize to his son. This cycle continued for ten long years. At 35 years old, Wang Yong remained an unemployed drifter, living off his parents' retirement funds while bullying the community. He had become the most despised thug in the entire Chuanmian Factory Dormitory Area.
Every woman he brought home had been subjected to his violence. In the dead of night, piercing screams from the Wang household often echoed through the neighborhood. Neighbors had called the police multiple times, and the community had attempted mediation, but each time Wang Yong merely feigned remorse before reverting to his abusive ways. Meanwhile, Wang Mingyan and his wife had grown completely numb to it all.
"We've wasted our lives on this son," Wang Mingyan lamented. Zhang Lan secretly wiped away her tears, "What a sin! Did we owe him in our past lives?"
As they aged, the health of the elderly couple deteriorated rapidly. Wang Mingyan developed high blood pressure and heart disease, while Zhang Lan struggled with her mobility. Instead of enjoying their retirement years, they lived in constant fear of when their son would erupt again. They tried every method imaginable—persuasion, seeking help from friends and family, threatening to sever ties, even kneeling to beg their son to change.
Yet in Wang Yong's eyes, his parents were nothing more than an ATM and a punching bag.
On June 24, 2001, in the Chuanmian Factory Dormitory Area, the aroma of food wafted from the Wang household at noon. Wang Mingyan and his wife Zhang Lan were preparing a lavish lunch for Wang Yong alongside their eldest daughter. Just days earlier, Wang Yong had recovered from an alcohol poisoning incident, and the elderly couple hoped to use this opportunity to persuade him to turn over a new leaf.
"Eat well today, have more," Zhang Lan said as she placed a piece of braised pork into her son's bowl, her face filled with a loving smile.
Wang Yong remained silent, pouring himself more wine. One glass, two glasses, three glasses... before long, he had downed half a bottle of liquor.
"Drink less, the doctor said your liver isn't good," Wang Mingyan couldn't help but remind him.
"Old fool, mind your own business and don't push me!" Wang Yong shot a glare at his father and filled his glass again.
The atmosphere at the dining table suddenly became tense.
The eldest daughter tried to ease the situation by talking about recent changes at the factory, but Wang Yong ignored her, focused solely on drinking and eating.
After the meal, Wang Mingyan returned to his room and lay down for a nap. Just as he closed his eyes, the door was kicked open with a loud bang.
Wang Yong stood swaying in the doorway. "Call my sister!"
Wang Mingyan was startled awake, looking confused. "What?"
"I said, call my sister!" Wang Yong's voice rose an octave.
The old man rubbed his sleepy eyes. "Didn't your sister just leave? If you need something, call her yourself."
"Are you trying to die? Just do as I say!" Wang Yong grabbed his father's collar, the smell of alcohol wafting over the old man’s face.
Wang Mingyan pushed his son's hand away. "What are you doing? If you've had too much to drink, go to sleep!"
For some reason, those words ignited Wang Yong's anger. He turned and stormed out of the room, heading straight for the kitchen.
Zhang Lan was washing dishes when she saw her son's dark expression and felt a tightening in her chest. "Yong Zi, what's wrong?"
Wang Yong ignored his mother and grabbed a knife from the cutting board, charging towards his father's room.
Zhang Lan's legs went weak with fear as she hurried after him. "Yong Zi! What are you doing? Put down that knife!"
At that moment, Wang Mingyan was completely unaware of the impending danger.
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