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Chapter 552 My Husband Can’t Draw

The woman wiped away her tears and said calmly, "The places covered by clothes are also covered with wounds."

"I've said it before. Zhang Qingsong has been paralyzed for decades, and I've been the only one taking care of him for all of these decades. Yes, he's rich, but he never gives it to me, let alone feels sorry for me. He'd rather burn his money than spend it on a caregiver to share my work."

"It's fine that he bullied me, but he didn't even let our child go," the woman said with a happy smile. "Luckily, my child has done well and immigrated abroad last month."

"Before, I thought that as long as I could resist his father's violence and put all suffering behind him, he would be happy, and I was willing to do that. Now I have no one to protect, and I don't want to endure it anymore."

"My life... is like this."

[So sad, what did marriage bring to my aunt? ]

I feel so sorry for Auntie. Her life is a tragic story of blood and tears. She has never had a good day, but she has to bear everything for her children.

If you're so desperate now, what were you doing this morning? Didn't you collect evidence during domestic violence? I bet she's never worked. She's broke, so she's at the mercy of others. It's truly pitiful and infuriating that she doesn't fight back!

[The above post is so pretentious. You are not her aunt, so you cannot fully understand her difficulties.]

Do you think divorce is easy? How naive and ridiculous! Showing off your own intelligence by basking in someone else's suffering is truly foolish!

Zhang Prajna smiled and said, "Yeah...divorce is not that simple. He's a well-known local painter and has made friends with many prominent figures over the years. I'm a 50-year-old woman, who would care about my life or death?"

The woman started to cry while laughing. "I... I just hope that in my next life I can find a good job that I can work for the rest of my life. My life is over..."

[Auntie, don't cry. There are still many good people in society. There are so many people in the live broadcast room. If everyone contributes one dollar, it can help you stay away from the scumbag.]

[Yes, Auntie, you are only fifty years old and still have a lot of time in your life. You can go abroad to find your child.]

[That is, I am just a painter, can I really cover the sky with one hand? ]

Zhang Prajna didn't expect that so many people in the live broadcast room were willing to help her, but she was still very scared. She knew her husband's methods best. If she was caught... it would definitely be more painful than death.

"Thank you all for your kindness..."

"I still want to choose an easier path. My life is so rotten that it's not worth everyone's worry."

[No...put down the knife!]

"Don't you think about your child? He must be heartbroken to hear the news of his mother's death right after leaving the country!"

"Yes, even if you immigrate abroad, you can still return to China. If you die, that old man will definitely continue to exploit your children."

The child is Zhang Prajna's weak spot. The woman's heart skipped a beat when she saw the barrage, and the hand holding the knife handle slowly dropped from her neck.

[That's right, Auntie really listens to advice.]

Zhang Prajna's eyes were blazing, and she gathered strength in her legs. "You're right, I can't die alone. I have to kill him first, and then I'll commit suicide!"

The woman's transformation was so sudden that netizens in the live broadcast room were silent...

"Why bother?" Mei Ling'er took a sip of boiled water and said calmly, "I told you he would live to be over eighty. This is his fate, and no one can change it."

Zhang Prajna's face was ashen. Master Ling meant... that he couldn't be killed even if he was killed?

Mei Linger continued, "But there's something strange. You just said your husband is a well-known local painter, but judging from his face, he doesn't seem to have any talent for it."

[Since he has no talent for painting, how can he become a painter? ]

[Master Ling never makes mistakes. This scumbag must have some hidden secrets!]

"Yes, he is hiding a huge secret, because none of these paintings are from his hands." Mei Ling'er had a faint smile on her face.

"Auntie, do you dare to ask your husband?"

Zhang Prajna was extremely nervous, but thinking of her children abroad, she instantly felt empowered. The worst that could happen was that she and her husband would perish together! With the mindset of certain death, she walked towards the bedroom, knife in hand.

【Auntie is getting ready, I suddenly feel so excited! 】

[Auntie is like a female general about to go to the battlefield! ]

My husband took someone else's painting and passed it off as his own. Didn't the other person notice?

[Yeah, I was wondering, too. Who would give away their creations to others?]

Soon, Zhang Prajna walked into the bedroom.

Zhang Qingsong saw his wife come in and asked impatiently, "I asked you to get something for so long, are you being lazy again?"

Zhang Prajna showed her gleaming knife and asked with narrowed eyes, "None of these paintings are yours, right?"

The man snorted and laughed, not afraid of the knife in his wife's hand at all. He closed his eyes and said, "You've been gone for so long, I've lost all my inspiration. Come and help me sleep."

"These paintings are not yours, right?" There was more confidence in Zhang Prajna's voice.

"If it's not mine, then how could it be yours? I devoted myself to my art every day to earn this villa. Everything you eat, wear, and use, I earned through my paintings. What are you going crazy for?"

"I'll say it one last time, hurry up and help me get to bed!" The man held the ruler in his hand and banged on the bed with it.

Zhang Prajna frowned and cast a puzzled look towards the live broadcast room.

Mei Linger smiled slightly: "Liar."

"How can he be a painter if he can't even draw a circle properly?"

"You liar!" Zhang Prajna shouted loudly, becoming emotional.

She walked straight to the bed and put the knife to the man's neck.

Feeling the cold touch on his neck, Zhang Qingsong opened his eyes wide and said in disbelief: "You...are you crazy?"

"You scumbag! Don't try to lie to me again. Master Ling has already told me everything." She gritted her teeth and threatened viciously:

"If you don't tell the truth today, I'll kill you first, and then I'll kill myself!"

"madman!"

"I'm going to be a lunatic today!"

Zhang Prajna was very excited and her hands were shaking. A hint of red seeped out of the skin under the blade, and the red color permeated her eyes.

She has suffered inhuman torture over the years. If it were not for the man's status and position, she might have succeeded in resisting and gained her freedom long ago.

She endured humiliation and sleepless nights for thirty years, but she didn't have to go through all this.

Hatred was all that remained in the woman's mind, and she pressed the blade down.