No one at the scene sympathized with the old woman's plight; they only felt relieved and thought she deserved what she got.

It would also allow her to experience the pain her granddaughter-in-law suffered before her death.

The old woman bit her lower lip tightly, and beads of sweat the size of soybeans dripped from her forehead to the ground.

The lashes fell on her body again and again, making even breathing painful.

Seeing that she was exhaling more than inhaling, the other party stopped whipping her.

Two men came over, dragged her to a car nearby, and pulled her away.

Seeing her being dragged away like a limp corpse, Zhao Hui felt a great sense of relief.

Actually, when the old lady came to their house that day and threatened them, demanding that they use their connections to get her son promoted, they were already planning to complain to Commander Qin.

They only stopped making any move after they heard that their granddaughter-in-law had been beaten to death by her.

Because they knew that according to military regulations, the old lady was absolutely doomed this time.

A few days after the old lady was executed, it was time for Sang Feiyu to finish her postpartum confinement.

For the past month, her daily activities have been confined to her home and her living space; she hasn't even stepped outside the front door once.

She suddenly felt that the air on the street outside was so fresh, and couldn't help but take a deep breath.

Generally, after the postpartum period, people hold a postpartum banquet and invite their relatives and friends to eat.

However, since Ning Zhiyuan was away on a mission and had not yet returned, they had to postpone the postpartum celebration.

Zhao Hui carried Xiao Duomi around the yard, showing him and him the surroundings of their home.

It's important to know that Xiao Duomi's activity range is even smaller than Sang Feiyu's; she can only stay in the room and the space.

Even when she takes a bath, her family simply fills the tub with water and wipes her down.

Little Domi was excited to be in her new environment, and she kept blowing bubbles, showing that she was very happy.

The baby, who was only a month old, was bigger than other three-month-old babies. Zhao Hui held the baby for a while, and her arms actually got a little tired.

Seeing this, Sang Youde took the child and said, "Little Domi, call him great-grandfather."

Upon hearing this, Sang Feiyu was almost speechless with surprise and couldn't help but remind him, "Grandpa, Xiao Duomi is only a month old and can't talk yet."

Sang Youde disagreed, arguing that Xiao Duomi was growing faster than usual and was likely to start speaking earlier than other children.

He usually teaches little Domi to speak consciously.

"Um"

"Um"

Sang Youde exclaimed with delight, "Listen, Little Domi can talk now!"

Zhao Hui initially thought she might have misheard, but then she heard Xiao Duomi make two clear "uh-huh" sounds, and she was completely incredulous.

Sang Feiyu was the first to react, "It's normal for little kids to make noises like 'uh' and 'ah', don't overthink it."

She worried that walls have ears, and that a child who could speak so early would easily attract attention, and some old-fashioned people might even think that he was possessed by a ghost.

Although she is not superstitious, she cannot guarantee that those who are superstitious will not meddle, will come to her door, or even ask her to do things that harm the children.

Zhao Hui also realized the problem. "Xiao Yu is right. It's normal for babies to babble. Don't make a fuss about it."

As she spoke, she secretly glared at Sang Youde, who was completely bewildered. He didn't know what he had done or said wrong, he only knew that he needed to shut up this time.