Little President's hatred for his wife stemmed from his helpless resistance to fate.
They had once tried to make this woman control his destiny, bear him children, and then find an excuse to kill him.
He did not dare hate the high-ranking Federal Government officials and the major capitalists who had plotted everything behind her back. He could only direct his resentment toward this girl for those people manipulating his fate.
By hurting and tormenting her, even making her sleep with Lin Qi or other people like a whore, he tried to fantasize about humiliating the politicians and capitalists behind her.
He did not know whether his actions had made those people angry, but he himself had enjoyed it. It was as if he had personally taken revenge, savoring the most alluring thing about revenge—
The exhilaration after revenge!
Someone had once said that among all the emotional climaxes people experienced, the one brought by revenge was the most intense! The deeper the hatred and resentment, the more thrilling the pleasure of revenge!
That was how the Little President was. Those pleasures gradually made him forget many things.
He even forgot that his own weakness and incompetence were partly responsible for all this. Of course, even if he had not forgotten that at first, he had deliberately forgotten it later.
After all... finding excuses for one's own weakness was instinctive for humans. No one needed to teach them; they mastered it naturally.
He had once thought that nothing would change, but now it seemed that everything was different again.
Because he was gradually coming to his senses and realizing that he had merely been moved from a coffee cup he could see through at a glance into a slightly larger fish tank by these people.
He was still himself, still