Hu Guile's movements suddenly froze. She turned back to look at the person who spoke in disbelief: "Mom isn't dead? Mom's still alive!"

Wang Jiangang on the ground seized this opportunity. A cruel expression appeared on his face, and his right hand took the fruit knife on the coffee table. The blood from the broken ear flowed all over his neck and collar, but he seemed not to feel the pain. He stood up in a few seconds and stabbed the knife towards Hu Guile's back.

With a "puff" sound.

The tall man fell down with a loud bang.

At the same time, a toilet brush fell from between his eyebrows.

Wang Jiangang gasped for breath. He felt as if a million ants were gnawing at his limbs. It itched and numbed. He tried to scratch, but couldn't move. He didn't even see how the toilet brush flew over.

Hu Guile rushed over and helped his mother up, his face covered in blood and tears as he said, "I...I really thought he beat you to death, Mom."

Ling Shuang patted her on the back and calmly told her, "Don't be afraid, it's all over. Be good, go back to your room now and pack up your things. Take everything you can. We'll leave here soon."

Hu Guile looked at her in disbelief: "Leaving? Are you really leaving? Are you never coming back?"

Ling Shuang had already stood up. There was a big cut on her head. The wound was very painful and a lot of blood had been lost. Looking at Hu Guile, he was also in a miserable state. Both of them had to treat the wound quickly.

She nodded to her daughter, signaling her to clean up quickly. She then went back to the bathroom to rinse the blood off her face and head. Then she picked up a pair of large scissors and, with a few clicks, she cut off her long hair. Then she went to the medicine box to get some gauze and wrapped it around her head.

After simply treating the wound, he went into the room and put on clean clothes.

There were not many items belonging to the mother and daughter, so Ling Shuang simply took a large quilt cover and stuffed all the clothes into it. She then found the drawer where Wang Jiangang kept his money and documents. There was a copper lock on it. She did not look for the key, but tore it open with amazing force.

In the drawer were Wang Jiangang's household registration book, ID card, marriage certificates for his two marriages, house deeds and land deeds from his hometown, as well as half a drawer full of hundred-yuan bills.

Ling Shuang quickly put all the documents in the drawer into a triangular cloth bag, and only took her own share of the money.

Thinking back, this marriage started in August 1993 and it is now March 1995, a total of 19 months. The original party was working during these 19 months. The monthly salary was not much, averaging about 1,000 yuan, which is nearly 20,000 yuan in 19 months.

Although the mother and daughter had to pay for their living expenses over the past two years, they were both injured today and hadn't been happy before, so they simply rounded up the amount and took 20,000 yuan. The remaining amount was used as medical expenses for both of them. After all, they couldn't let that bastard outside get away with it.

She packed her luggage, leaving nothing behind except a piece of cloth that belonged to her original owner. At most, she could just throw it in the trash can after leaving the house, but she couldn't leave it here and make herself feel disgusted.

She tied the quilt cover in a knot, carried it to the front door and put it down, then went to the bathroom to pack her clothes and daily necessities. There were also shoes at the door, which she would have to take away later.

After finishing everything, she went to check on her daughter's progress: "Le Le, are you done?"

Hu Guile was struggling to stuff his books into the large luggage bag. "Mom, there are too many books. I can't fit them all in. I want to take them all with me."

Ling Shuang smiled: "Then take them all away. If not, we can carry them. Mom is strong enough. Pack out all your clothes and other things. Don't leave anything behind that is personal to you."

Hu Guile nodded: "I've packed everything." She pointed to the small handbag on the ground. She had very few clothes.

Ling Shuang frowned. How could a girl not have a few closets full of beautiful clothes? But for now, it was easier. She said to her daughter, "When you're done, go wash the blood off your face. We'll be leaving now."

Hu Guile nodded wildly. She had no attachment to this place. Even though it was raining heavily outside, it could not stop her from leaving.

The mother and daughter finally finished packing and walked to the gate. While changing her shoes, she thought of Wang Jiangang again. She didn't know whether the man was really dead or pretending to be dead. He was lying against the wall with his eyes closed, motionless.

Ling Shuang walked over and kicked him, telling him: "Don't play dead, this matter is not over yet. I'll let you catch your breath for a few more days."

Wang Jiangang was still lifeless, only his eyelids trembled slightly.

The door was opened and a strong, moist breeze blew in through it. The mother and daughter, carrying their luggage, disappeared into the night.

After making sure that they had really left, Wang Jian dared to open his eyes. He had no doubt that those two bitches really wanted to kill him tonight!

How did it get to this point?

He moved his numb limbs and found that he had regained consciousness, so he slowly got up. Thinking of the movement of the woman in the room just now, he immediately went to look at the drawer where all his wealth was kept.

Sure enough, the lock was pried open and the drawer was just pulled open. All the documents inside were gone, and only a few hundred yuan were left of the more than 20,000 yuan in cash.

Looking into the closet again, there was not a single thing belonging to Zhao Yaping, even the pillow on the bed was only one left.

I really don't plan to live with him anymore!

Wang Jiangang went to check the small bedroom where Hu Guile lived. This room was even cleaner, without even a piece of paper left.

"Pooh"!

He spat out a mouthful of thick phlegm stained with blood, turned back to the living room, picked up the phone, pressed 110, and hung up the moment the call was connected.

Can’t call the police!

He didn't know much about the law, but he also understood that if he told others what happened tonight, he would not be in the right. Besides, the injuries on those two people were no less than his.

If I put aside the injuries and just tell the police that they stole my money, I guess the police will at most treat it as a family dispute and not accept the case.

He understands! Forget it.

The phone was picked up again, and this time he dialed 120. As soon as the call was connected, he immediately reported his address and said, "Come quickly, my ear fell off, ouch."

It was as if a switch was triggered. As soon as the words "ear fell off" came out of his mouth, severe pain came from all directions, and he could hardly hold the phone receiver.

His body shuddered violently, and he cursed inwardly, "This little girl is so fucking cruel."