Feng Jianjun looked at the now frail Cuihua. Well, she definitely couldn't go to work today. What a spendthrift woman! A whole day's wages wasted just like that.

Thinking about this matter, he did not take any further action. Instead, he sat on the edge of the bed, lit a cigarette, and looked at Cuihua through the smoke while smoking.

Feng Jianjun hadn't wanted to tell Cuihua about his past, but Cuihua was the most expensive of his wives, and he cherished her dearly. Plus, he'd had a great experience with her the previous night, so he didn't want to ruin her right away. After all, it wouldn't be worth it to have to maintain her for a while right after she'd been bought.

"Cuihua, I don't want to hit you either, it's just that you are too disobedient." As he said this, he pulled out the pair of pants that was blocking Cuihua's mouth and threw it aside.

Cuihua could finally breathe deeply now, like a fish out of water on the shore, breathing in big gulps of fresh air with her mouth open. Breathing through the nose was really not as comfortable as breathing through the mouth.

After a pause, Feng Jianjun switched the cigarette from his left hand to his right, turned his head to look at Cuihua, and reached out to stroke her sweat-soaked hair. Cuihua instinctively wanted to hide, but the look in Feng Jianjun's eyes frightened her and she dared not hide at all. She let Feng Jianjun's hand stroke her hair.

Suihua was now thinking about Feng Jianjun rushing to work so she could escape. Didn't Feng Jianjun know what Cuihua was thinking? He must have known, and then he began his next words.

"Cuihua, you know, I haven't found a wife in these years. I'm not always single. I had four wives before I signed the contract with the factory. They all died because they didn't listen to me and couldn't stand the beatings."

When Cuihua heard this, she didn't dare to close her eyes and pretend to be dead. She opened her eyes and looked at Feng Jianjun seriously. Feng Jianjun looked at Cuihua very sincerely. Cuihua finally understood why Feng Jianjun told her all this, just to tell her that if she didn't obey, she would still suffer the same fate.

"I came here because after my fourth wife died, her family discovered I had beaten her to death. I had nowhere else to hide, so I paid to join the migration group and come to the Arsenal with them.

I haven't found a wife in all these years because I'm afraid I'll lose control and beat my next wife to death. That blind date, you were the one who initiated the conversation, so I fell in love with you. Later, your family asked for a huge dowry. It sounds nice, like marrying off their daughter, but to put it bluntly, isn't that selling their daughter? I bought you with a lot of money, so you have to obey me. Now you know I have a bad temper. In our future together, don't make me angry. Otherwise, you'll often eat appetizers like today's."

Cuihua listened to Feng Jianjun's calm words, and tears flowed down her face, flowing down her hair onto the pillow. Soon, a large area of ​​the pillow was wet.

Feng Jianjun looked up at his watch. It was seven forty, just in time. Without even turning back, he stood up, grabbed his coat, and walked out, locking the door behind him and heading to work.

He was quite confident in his binding skills. Cuihua, who was tied up in the shape of a "Da" character on the bed, was just a simple housewife. Even if he was given a day, she couldn't be untied.

Hearing Feng Jianjun leave, Cuihua finally dared to cry out loud. She regretted it deeply and missed the days when she was with Chunwang and her words were always hers. After three or four hours of crying and sleeping, Cuihua woke up and began to think of ways to save herself.