nashuaworldcup Chapter 1 Reborn in 1995, Disgusting Favoritism
Chapter 1 Reborn in 1995, Disgusting Favoritism
"Zhang Dong, wake up..."
The violent shaking caused Zhang Dong to open his eyes in a daze.
In a state between sleep and wakefulness, he saw the girl he had secretly loved since childhood—Tang Guo.
“Tang Guo…” Zhang Dong’s heart was filled with complex emotions.
Tang Guo before my eyes seems unchanged as time goes by.
Her hair was jet black and lustrous; her eyes were bright and sparkling; and her face was lovely.
She was wearing a deep blue dress and was shaking him anxiously.
A memory suddenly flashed through Zhang Dong's mind—in 1995, his senior year of high school, on the day of his uncle's wedding, he had missed a crucial night because he was drunk.
My uncle was able to get married because my father helped him borrow money at a high interest rate.
That night, my mother brought up the matter, saying that the money for my uncle's wedding was borrowed by my father, so the debt had to be repaid together and my father couldn't bear it alone.
This was to be expected, but I never thought it would be met with such refutation and insults from everyone!
In particular, the younger brother of the person involved directly asked why his second brother hadn't been asked to pay back the money for his wedding, but now that he, the third brother, was the one who had to pay back the debt.
My mother only said a few words: my father, the eldest brother, is in financial difficulty and cannot afford this debt.
Unexpectedly, he was immediately beaten up by his uncle, who had been drinking.
Enraged, the father immediately smashed everything and roared that the family should split up.
The family has separated, but with Grandpa gone, the biased Grandma directly gave the interest-free debts to the second and third sons, while the eldest son's father took out high-interest loans!
Because I was so drunk that I slept so soundly, I didn't find out about it until noon the next day.
Burdened with huge high-interest loans, Zhang Dong dropped out of school early to work.
He was willing to do anything to pay off the debt.
Mining in Jincheng, dealing in raw stones in South Asia, smuggling timber in Laos... every time it was a life-or-death struggle to make money.
Ultimately, he was shot and killed in the jungles of South Asia because of a large shipment of goods...
"Is this a dream?" Zhang Dong murmured, looking at the familiar face before him. Tang Guo's appearance tore at his heart, as if the lost years were surging into his mind like a tide.
Tang Guo grew up alongside him.
He had always had a good impression of Tang Guo.
Unfortunately, Zhang Dong left early to repay the debt.
When they returned, they only learned of Tang Guo's death.
It turned out that the day after Zhang Dong left, Tang Guo was raped by a villain.
Unable to bear such a blow, Tang Guo ended her life not long after.
Zhang Dong regretted it for the rest of his life.
"If I take you away, will things be different?"
The thought of this makes my heart clench.
However, just as he was about to immerse himself in endless regret again, a violent impact interrupted him, causing him to jump out of bed and hurriedly look out the window.
Outside, the rain was pouring down, and thunder rumbled incessantly, followed by a heated argument and the sound of things being smashed.
Zhang Dong blinked, a wave of shock washing over him, as if time had reversed and he had returned to his childhood home.
"Zhang Dong, are you still sleeping? Something terrible has happened to your family!"
Tang Guo continued to shake him anxiously.
Zhang Dong rubbed his eyes, his gaze passing over the familiar bedroom—wasn't this the home he had long forgotten?
Posters from my childhood, those featuring celebrities, still hang on the wall...
It seems everything has returned to its original state!
"This is impossible!" Zhang Dong's heart was in turmoil; he couldn't believe what he was seeing.
He looked down and realized he was wearing the plastic sandals he used to wear as a child, surrounded by mud, broken walls, and even the familiar fields outside the window…
Zhang Dong whispered, "I... I've been reborn?"
He could hardly believe his eyes.
The family, the moment, and the scene he knew so well seemed to be exactly what he had missed when he was eighteen.
He gazed at the dilapidated house before him, the torrential rain still pouring down, and from outside came his father's furious roar: "Divide the family! Break up!"
Zhang Dong's heart was in turmoil, as if he had fallen into a vortex from which he could not escape.
Then came a loud crash. Zhang Dong saw his father, enraged and out of control, rushing irrationally into the courtyard in the rain and falling to the wet, slippery ground.
"dad!"
Zhang Dong stared intently at the chaotic scene not far away, his heart filled with anger and a sense of powerlessness.
He saw the man who had fallen—Zhang Guangming, his own father.
Zhang Dong admired him greatly, but was also furious that he had ruined his family.
The father worked hard all his life to support the family, but he neglected his family and only cared about covering for his brothers, ultimately dragging the whole family into an endless abyss.
"It's all your fault, you slut, I'll beat you to death..." Zhang Dong heard this angry roar and turned to look at the figure rushing towards the corner.
That man was his uncle, Zhang Guangyao. Zhang Guangyao was a reckless fellow who, taking advantage of his father's long absence due to work, would speak ill of Zhang Dong's mother, Qin Xianglan, and even steal money from her.
Whenever things didn't go his way at home, he would yell and curse at his mother, showing no respect for his elder sister-in-law.
The resentment that had been building up in Zhang Dong's heart exploded instantly. Seeing the violent scene before him, he could no longer bear it.
"Zhang Guangyao..." Zhang Dong roared in a low voice, finally finding an outlet for his anger.
He once missed the chance to protect his mother because he was drunk, but today, he will never miss it again.
He looked at the woman in the corner, Qin Xianglan, his mother's figure appearing especially helpless in the night. Her frail body was almost suffocating under the weight, and she cried out for help, "Help..."
Her voice was filled with deep despair, and Zhang Dong's eyes were full of tears, a mixture of guilt, hatred, and helplessness.
He remembered that when he was a child, his mother had given everything for him countless times, but he had failed to stand up for her in time.
"mom!"
Zhang Dong rushed forward, his thin body crashing directly into Zhang Guangyao, knocking him to the ground.
Zhang Guangyao fell to the ground in shock, momentarily stunned, while Zhang Dong's fist slammed into his face.
"I'll beat you to death..." Zhang Dong's voice was almost squeezed out from between his teeth, each punch carrying the deepest anger in his heart.
Looking at the man before him—the one who had always bullied him and his mother because of his family's pampering—Zhang Dong's heart was filled with resentment. He punched him again and again without mercy.
Zhang Guangyao was caught off guard by this sudden attack. Soon, his face swelled up and several teeth were knocked out.
Blood mixed with mud was spilled on the ground, creating a horrific scene.
"Dongzi! What are you doing?!" An old woman's voice rang out. Zhang Dong turned around abruptly and saw an old woman with a wrinkled face grabbing his hand tightly.
That was his grandmother, Li Guifen, the old woman who had been biased all her life.
She gave all the remaining wealth in the family to her beloved sons, while her father, as the eldest son, and her mother were always marginalized.
“Grandma…” Zhang Dong’s eyes were filled with helplessness and anger.
He knew that this old woman was the root cause of the family's breakdown.
Because of her unfairness and biased actions, this family, which could have been united, has come to this point.
"You little bastard, how dare you hit me?" Zhang Guangyao's face was full of anger, and he immediately kicked him.
Zhang Dong, who was standing, dodged the attack and rushed into the kitchen, grabbed a cleaver, and charged out.
His gaze turned icy as he roared, "Try touching my mother again!"
At this moment, his heart was filled with a beast-like rage, and he wanted to make amends for his past mistakes.
Zhang Dong's words were like a bolt from the blue, stunning everyone in the courtyard.
Everyone stopped abruptly; no one had expected that Zhang Dong, who was usually so docile, would be so enraged.
Upon seeing the kitchen knife, everyone was so frightened that they stepped back and dared not approach.
"Son, put it down quickly! Murder goes to jail! Mom's alright..."
Qin Xianglan's eyes were full of worry. She rushed to Zhang Dong and tried to take the kitchen knife from his hand.
However, Zhang Dong did not let go; instead, he tightly protected his mother behind him.
"Mom, don't be afraid! I'm here, no one will dare to bully you!"
Zhang Dong roared, the emotions surging within him almost overwhelming him.
He could no longer let his mother suffer, and he could no longer let the mistakes of the past be repeated.
Seeing this, Qin Xianglan couldn't help but feel extremely gratified.
However, she did not want Zhang Dong to do anything foolish.