Rebirth: He Decides Chapter 382 - 382 377 Shitty Life

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Chapter 382: Chapter 377 Shitty Life

Lawyer Zhang was inside for almost two hours before he ca out.

“How did it go, Lawyer Zhang? Did you see Qi Lihong?”

The mont he erged, Liu Wenhui couldn’t wait to walk up and ask.

Lawyer Zhang nodded and said with a smile, “I did see her. Just like this young brother said, at first she refused to see , especially when she heard I was the lawyer Brother Liu had found for her.”

Upon hearing this, Liu Wenhui was startled, then his face took on an unnatural expression.

Then they heard Lawyer Zhang continue, “However, after I had the police relay to her what Brother Jiang had said, the young lady softened after not too long. She told

her dad never treated her and her mom like human beings, beating and berating them whenever he felt like it, never holding back. By the ti she got ho, her mom’s head had already been smashed by her dad. Later, it was because her dad beat her and tried to sell her to an old bachelor that she was provoked. Nevertheless, Qi Lihong said the broken liquor bottle that killed her dad was smashed by her, and it was she who stabbed him the first ti. Afterwards, her mom took it from her and stabbed her dad in the stomach three more tis. She isn’t sure if those three stabs were the cause of her dad’s death, but by the ti the EMS arrived and checked, he was already not breathing.”

“This is the specific course of events as they unfolded, which she recounted as the police recorded, matching the onsite investigation almost entirely. I also requested a re-examination of the autopsy on Qi Lihong’s father’s body; the results are estimated to need so ti.” Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. With this, Qi Lihong would be able to be released and wouldn’t bear any specific criminal responsibility. After all, it wasn’t she who killed the man; she had rely resisted a few tis in self-defense. This was evident from the injuries on her face and body.

“Then, Lawyer Zhang, when can Qi Lihong be released?” Liu Wenhui asked.

“We’ll have to wait a bit more, because what she said now differs from her initial confession, and the police station has to follow procedures.”

Only now did Uncle Niu realize the true relationship between the Beijing University girl who had turned herself in at the police station and his own nephew. Good lord, this kid had been cagey at first, claiming she was his classmate and all.

He was already quite fond of Liu Wenhui, and upon hearing she was his classmate from Beijing University, and that teachers and class representatives were also coming, how could he not do his utmost? He promptly sought out the boss of the law firm he often worked with to co over.

But the classmate part was true, and so was the girlfriend part.

“Alright, alright, let’s go have a al first. By the ti we finish eating, Xiaoqin might just be released.”

The group didn’t go far and simply found a nearby restaurant to eat sothing. By three o’clock in the afternoon, the autopsy results from the police station ca out first, and subsequently Qi Lihong was released without charges.

Uncle Niu had just casually ntioned it as a wild guess; he was a businessman, and in his opinion, such an animal, even if not dead from a heart or brain event, could be made to die that way.

To be honest, dying like that was letting him off easy. How could he be allowed to keep causing trouble for his wife and child, whom he had bullied their entire lives?

But unexpectedly, the cause of death from the autopsy results truly was a heart attack!

Qi Shengdong, Lihong’s father, had a leg disability due to polio he contracted as a child. He always felt that his family owed him because they took care of his younger brother while neglecting him, leading to his contracting polio and the lifelong disability of his leg.

Later, when it was ti to go from junior high to senior high, Qi Shengdong had achieved the city’s top scores to attend the best high school, but his parents knelt and begged him to give up his opportunity to his younger brother. Their reasoning was blunt: he was disabled and even if he went to high school, it wasn’t guaranteed that any college would want him. Rather than wasting ti, it would be better to let his brother take his place.

What could he do?

Without his parents’ support, and dragging a crippled body, he had no ans to continue his education.

He was willing to give up his spot, but he demanded that his parents transfer the house into his na.

Many people later thought that his parents gave him the house so that he could get married, but that wasn’t the case—it was sothing he had exchanged for with his opportunity to study.

At that ti, even though Qi Shengdong was disabled, he had a mild temper, far from the eccentricity and brutality he exhibited later. It might have been that he had psychological issues to begin with, or perhaps it was the accumulation of countless unfair events that befell him, coupled with the peculiar stares he received from strangers, which pushed his tolerance to a breaking point. This caused a drastic change in his temperant after getting married, and he found, bizarrely, a sense of relief after beating his wife.

He was also very dissatisfied with his wife. He knew he was intelligent; in middle school, teachers had praised his extraordinary intelligence. If he had been physically normal, a person like him would certainly have achieved great things.

So why did they have to find him a mute wife?

Or was it that soone like him, a cripple, could only be matched with a mute?

But he was a genius, a genius! Why did he have to live such a life? To have such an end?

Qi Shengdong’s psyche beca increasingly twisted over ti, lashing out at his wife and daughter at ho and causing scenes at his parents’ house during festivals and holidays. Especially upon seeing his younger brother, who had taken his place in school and later, in the workplace, he would spew an array of harsh, sarcastic remarks. This drove his brother to transfer his job to a different city, and he hasn’t returned for years now.

Even if he did co back, he avoided Qi Shengdong at all costs, refusing to et him if possible.

His parents were afraid of him too. On one hand, they were fearful, and on the other hand, they comforted Qi Lihong and her daughter, saying that he had only beco like this in recent years and would get better with age, “You are his wife; you need to be tolerant of him,” “You are his daughter; you need to take care of him…”

While they shirked their responsibility and minimized contact with him, they still brainwashed Qi Lihong and her daughter to stay bound to him.

Qi Shengdong’s health had long been in tatters due to chronic alcoholism and psychological abnormalities. He had hypertension, hyperlipidemia, hyperglycemia, and had suffered myocardial infarctions, but he didn’t care. He lived day by day, content with just getting by for as long as he could.

As for his only daughter Qi Lihong, he never took her seriously—not even when she got into Beijing University. He was so jealous that he nearly strangled her to death. He had been unable to attend college, so why should she be able to?

What good were honor and respect given by a daughter when he himself lived like a dog? What use were they to him?

When Qi Lihong plunged a broken glass bottle into his back, although the pain made him scream, he felt an extre sense of exhilaration inside. Pain? He could actually feel pain?

How wonderful!

Later, when his mute wife took the broken glass bottle in her hand and stabbed it into his belly, he felt not only the pain but also a sense of irony.

Look, just look—now even a mute wanted to resist and kill him. Wasn’t he living a life even worse than a dog’s?

As his hands closed around his mute wife’s neck, although his stomach hurt and blood seeped out, his heart was in more agony, throbbing painfully, stars bursting before his eyes…

His life was slipping away. He thought he was probably about to die.

This damn life was finally over.

When Qi Lihong called the police and waited for them to examine Qi Shengdong’s body, she overheard a forensic pathologist muttering softly in surprise, “Strange, why does his face look so relieved? There’s no sign of agony.”