Chapter 942: Grouping Together to Threaten with Death

"Oh my, I know this woman; she's the one who made the exposé online a few days ago."

"Tsk tsk! A poor person forced into a dead end, so they come to their company to jump off a building, right? What else is there to ask? How pitiful, it's so hard to live a decent life these days!"

"Stop asking. People have been forced to the point of jumping off a building; what else is there to ask..."

These few cynical voices in the crowd quickly became the main theme.

The woman sat astride the windowsill; although she couldn't hear everything below, she caught most of it, and the timing was about right.

She prepared to recite the lines she had ready.

"Everyone..."

Who knew that just as she started, a commotion broke out outside the crowd.

The real rescue team had arrived; the firefighters set up an aerial ladder and an inflatable cushion.

The rescue personnel used a loudspeaker to persuade her: "Ma'am, please stay calm. Nothing is more important than life; please don't jump..."

This infuriated the woman.

The bellyful of words she had prepared were interrupted just as she began; why were these people wasting their breath?

She wasn't actually going to jump off the building.

But she couldn't say that directly either.

The cushion downstairs was inflated, but the onlookers suddenly looked elsewhere.

Although they were still looking up, their gazes clearly bypassed her and looked even higher!

And they were pointing and gesturing.

What was going on?

There were people of hers in the crowd; those who had started the rhythm were them.

But now, the expressions on their faces were very complex.

Someone quietly sent her a message—there were people upstairs wanting to jump too.

The woman:...

She had lived for over thirty years and had seen her fair share of strange things, but this was the first time she had seen people joining in the fun of jumping off a building!

She looked up, and ha, there were quite a few people joining in.

In different positions above her, there were several people who all wanted to jump; there were men and women, crying and shouting quite boisterously—at the very least, it was livelier than her side.

She couldn't decide whether to come down or continue.

Finally, she decided to wait a while.

Once those people upstairs finished their scene, people should look at her.

But she misjudged again.

Those people kept making a scene without end, and it was getting livelier.

Some were crying.

Some were shouting.

Some were even crying and shouting at the same time!

Everyone had a sad story and a reason for not being able to go on living.

One was more bizarre than the next, one more melodramatic than the next.

Ms. Jia, sitting on the ninth-floor windowsill, had caught her husband having an affair with her best friend; unable to get over it, she wanted to jump, listing her husband's crimes while crying.

She had worked hard for ten years, bearing children, doing housework, and serving her parents-in-law for her husband's family.

Yet her husband had started a secret affair with her best friend.

Betrayed by the two people closest to her, she couldn't take it and wanted to jump!

This woman's best friend had met the wrong man; the husband she found was good at drinking and gambling, but just didn't care about the family.

But whenever he drank too much outside or lost at cards, he would come back and beat her. That day, her husband had committed domestic violence again and beaten her best friend black and blue, so she had kindly brought her best friend home to hide, never expecting that woman to actually seduce her husband.

Such melodramatic stories, though cliché, were things the gossiping crowd loved to hear!

People gathered downstairs, pointing and gesturing.

Before this was over, Mr. Yi on the tenth floor also began to cry and complain.

He was the husband of Ms. Jia's best friend; originally, the family lived very happily, but his wife despised him for being incompetent and had seduced the husband of her own best friend, and after he discovered it, he had given his wife a sound beating.

He also claimed he had no bad habits; the so-called drinking, gambling, whoring, and domestic violence were all made up by his wife.

His wife had an affair and was beaten by him, and it was only because he couldn't stand it anymore that he had raised his hand.

But his wife's affair outside was exposed and she ran back, and his wife's best friend came to the door to make a scene, so everyone knew about this matter.

Mr. Yi's mother died of a heart attack from anger, and his father, overcome with grief, followed suit.

Within a single day, he had experienced the passing of both his parents, and unable to accept it emotionally, he also wanted to jump!

The gossiping crowd hadn't even finished digesting this wave of big news when two people sat on the eleventh-floor windowsill.

They were Ms. Bing and Mr. Ding.

Namely, Ms. Jia's best friend and her husband.

The two sat on the windowsill, crying miserably, also having huge grievances to air.

It turned out that Ms. Bing and Mr. Ding were first loves.

When they were dating, Mr. Ding was taken a fancy to by Ms. Jia.

Ms. Jia often secretly went to Mr. Ding's house to give his parents small gifts, scrambled to help with housework, and so on, first winning the favor of Mr. Ding's parents, and then quietly badmouthing her best friend in front of them.

Ms. Bing's family background was poor, and Mr. Ding's parents were not very satisfied to begin with.

Now, instigated by her, they began to firmly oppose their son dating his girlfriend, even going so far as to threaten him with death, and finally, they forcibly broke the two up, and Ms. Jia got her wish and married Mr. Ding.

But after Ms. Jia married, she didn't live a proper life.

For many years, the two of them had incompatible values and too great a gap between them, with no common language whatsoever.

His wife also always liked to bully others by flaunting her status, acting as if marrying him was some great favor she had bestowed upon him!

He could endure all of this.

What was most excessive was that his wife was always suspicious, watching him as if he were a thief.

She checked his phone, forbade him from having pocket money, and required him to reply to every WeChat message she sent immediately; if he replied slowly, they would have a huge argument.

He could endure these things too, but what he could not tolerate most was that his wife always suspected he had an unspeakable relationship with Ms. Bing, frequently using various tricks to "test" the two of them.

Although the two of them had mutual feelings, they knew that since they were married, they could not cross the line, so for many years, they had withstood the many tests.

However, not only did Ms. Jia not stop, but she became increasingly excessive.

She contacted Mr. Yi and added fuel to the fire with many claims, and then the close female friend was beaten!

Then, she hypocritically brought the person to her own home; ostensibly it was for the sake of her close female friend, but in reality, it was just another test.

After years of one test after another, the two of them had long since grown tired of living a life of walking on thin ice, being cautious and careful, so they simply decided to go all the way this time and intentionally let Ms. Jia discover them, turning the fake act into reality.

The two of them also exposed the content of Mr. Yi's tearful complaints, saying that Mr. Yi was lying; his attempt to jump off the building was not because his wife was having an affair, but because he owed a mountain of gambling debts he couldn't pay back and was being driven to the brink by creditors, which was why he wanted to jump!

Jia, Yi, Bing, and Ding—the four of them each argued their own logic, quarreling incessantly.

The onlookers were overwhelmed by the drama, with everyone's attention focused on those four people, guessing who was telling the truth and who was lying.

No one paid any attention to Madam Sun's side.

She was dumbfounded.

Even when she wanted to attract people's attention and took the initiative to prepare to tell her own "grievances," people told her not to make noise and not to affect others' judgment.

If you want to jump, jump quickly; if you don't want to jump, get down.

Don't be an eyesore here.

Madam Sun:...

Her ultimate move, which she had thought of with such difficulty.

Was actually ruined by those two pairs of "adulterers" upstairs.

She wanted to get down; continuing to sit on the windowsill no longer had any meaning.

But at this moment, she discovered to her dismay—her legs were numb!

"Help!"

The voice was not loud, as her throat was hoarse from being upset and she lacked the strength.

No one paid her any mind; the people upstairs were arguing, and the argument was very lively and incessant.

Her tiny voice was drowned out by the noisy quarreling, and no one could hear it.