I Really Don’t Want to Be a Stepping Stone for the Protagonist

"Li Zhiwen, if you dare, beat me to death!"

In a small living room, a woman cried hysterically.

But the man in the bedroom didn't pay any attention to it. He was already soundly asleep at this moment, and his whole body smelled of alcohol.

On the cabinet in the living room, there was a 14-inch black and white Panda TV. A disc-shaped pattern appeared on the screen, and a piece of music was playing in a loop.

At this time, some local stations have no programs to broadcast, but in an era like 1983, if a family can own a Panda TV, it is definitely considered a wealthy family.

The cups, bowls, basins, and other things on the ground have been smashed everywhere, and the glass shards on the ground are scattered all over the place.

Accompanied by the crying of the woman curled up in the corner, this scene is already extremely tragic.

Li Zhiwen in the bedroom was also awakened by the woman's scream. He opened his eyes instantly, and suddenly sat up straight. Then he looked at everything in front of him blankly as if he had been electrocuted.

"When did someone else come to my house?"

After Li Zhiwen exclaimed, his pupils continued to dilate, and there was a panic that had never been seen on his face.

He vaguely heard a woman crying outside the house.

That voice is so familiar, like his former wife, that voice is so real.

But hasn't his wife already divorced him?

"Am I still dreaming?"

He was a little confused about the situation, he slowly opened the door and looked sideways.

The ground was in a mess, and all kinds of things fell on the ground in all directions.

"Buzz!"

In an instant, in his mind, the memory that had been dusty for a long time burst out in an instant, and he became dazed.

"This... isn't this the house I used to live in?"

All of this was so real that Li Zhiwen couldn't figure out whether he was in his dream or in reality!

The daughter was still sitting on the ground crying, her head buried in her knees, her body twitching constantly.

All this is so familiar to him, he remembers it all.

He was twenty-two years old that year, from Hengshui City, and married Lu Xiaohui for two years.

Originally, my family was extremely superior, but I became obsessed with gambling that year. Because my father was the workshop director, Li Zhiwen misappropriated 1,000 yuan of public funds and lost it overnight.

Angry workers called the door to ask for money. His father was severely injured by the gang on the spot and was sent to the hospital. Because he had no money to pay for the expensive medical expenses, his father died in the hospital, and his mother was even forced to hang herself.

This accident caused his father to become a negative teaching material in the factory, and Li Zhiwen dared not go to the job he had originally talked about.

The fact that the factory didn't ask Li Zhiwen for the 1,000 yuan of public funds was the best of benevolence.

Since then, Li Zhiwen has become idle, his bad gambling habits have not changed, and his temper has become very irritable. After hitting Lu Xiaohui for the first time, he has become easily out of control!

It was because of Lu Xiaohui's connivance time and time again that Li Zhiwen became even worse.

Later, Lu Xiaohui finally divorced Li Zhiwen because she couldn't bear Li Zhiwen.

At this time, Li Zhiwen also suddenly realized that no one is inseparable from anyone.

Li Zhiwen got on the train going south and started working hard.

Fortunately, with the support of noble people, I started from selling small food and clothing, and finally established a group company.

Worth hundreds of millions of assets.

But the former home has already changed!

This is the greatest pain that has been buried in his heart!

Li Zhiwen clenched his fist tightly, secretly ruthless, but because his movements were too wide, his arm hit the cabinet, and the mirror fell to the ground in an instant, and the mirror surface was also shattered!

"If you have the guts, keep smashing, you can demolish this house, woo woo woo..."

Hearing the movement, Lu Xiaohui let out a choked cry, then squatted on the ground and continued to cry.

Thinking of what he did in the past, Li Zhiwen was really disgusted.

On a yellowed calendar, today's date was outlined in red pen.

10/25/83.

Today is Lu Xiaohui's birthday!

But he was such a beast that he didn't even buy a gift.

That's right, the family is poor now, so where is the money left?

Li Zhiwen came to the living room on tiptoe with some guilt, and there was a squeaking sound from the bottom of his feet, which was the piercing sound that he stepped on a piece of glass shards.

"What are you going to do?"

Lu Xiaohui stood up and walked towards Li Zhiwen, with big watery eyes and tears rolling around, he bit his lips lightly, looking very pitiful.

"You... are you okay?"

After Li Zhiwen looked at Lu Xiaohui, he quickly lowered his head. He didn't dare to look at Lu Xiaohui.

Even if the former self was in his mind, he kept imagining the scene of meeting Lu Xiaohui.

He wanted to hug Lu Xiaohui tightly, ask her how she was doing these years, and tell her how much he missed her, but now he couldn't face the girl in front of him.

"Li Zhiwen, you beat me again today. I married you regardless of my family's objections, and even severed all contact with my family, but you beat me again and again, and hurt me again and again. You Are you sorry for me?"

As she said that, Lu Xiaohui began to cry aggrieved again, and Lihua's rainy tears slid directly from her cheeks and dripped onto her clothes.

"Li Zhiwen, you...you really let me down, do you know how much I paid for you? You..."

The hysterical crying completely shattered Li Zhiwen's resolute heart.

The former self was indeed inferior to a beast.

By the time I repent, it's too late, and now God has given me a chance, so take it.

Li Zhiwen whispered: "I'm sorry...Xiaohui, I'm really inferior to a beast! I was wrong!"

"what?"

Lu Xiaohui heard this apology clearly. She didn't expect this man to apologize to her, so she couldn't help but exclaimed.

Lu Xiaohui stopped crying slightly, but she was still choking. Lu Xiaohui raised her hand to wipe away the tears on her face, and still looked at Li Zhiwen in surprise.

Li Zhiwen said slowly: "You take a rest first, I'll clean up the house first."

With that said, Li Zhiwen walked to the TV, turned it off first, then picked up the broom and dustpan and began to clean up the broken glass on the ground.

Afterwards, he began to tidy up the stools that were lying on the ground and swaying here and there, roughly tidying up one side.

He took the mop and cleaned the ground inside and out again.