Upon hearing Wen Qiao's words, Wang Haijun launched into a tirade of curses.
"You son of a bitch, you're the one with rabies."
Wen Qiao showed no mercy and slapped Wang Haijun twice more across the face.
His eyes were gloomy, and his tone was cold.
"Go ahead and curse me. I'll slap you for every curse you make. Let's see if your face is tougher or my fist is tougher."
"Wen Qiao, you just wait. When I untie the ropes, I'll beat you and your mother to death."
Wen Qiao picked up a wooden stick and struck Wang Haijun hard on both legs, making Wang Haijun's face contort in pain.
Wen Qiao stuffed a tattered rag into Wang Haijun's mouth.
Lu Yazhi looked at Wen Qiao, who was going crazy, and felt uneasy.
"Xiao Qiao, will we get into trouble doing this?"
Wen Qiao calmly dropped the wooden stick and looked at her mother.
He said, "Mom, when Wang Dayong beat you up, did he ever think that they might also be beaten up?"
"We call this treating them as they treat us; we treat them the way they treat us."
Wang Haijun's leg was broken, and Wen Qiao and Lü Yazhi dragged him and threw him into the house.
His mouth was stuffed with a rag, so he couldn't shout.
Back inside, Wen Qiao asked Lü Yazhi to roll up her trouser legs, and she took out a bottle of ointment from her small backpack.
"This is a medicated ointment that Mr. Shen gave me. It is particularly effective for sprains and bruises."
"Mom, roll up your pants, I'll apply the medicine for you."
Lü Yazhi hesitated for a moment, her face showing a hint of resistance.
"Xiao Qiao, let Mom do it herself."
"It's getting late, you should go to sleep."
"Mom, what's going on? Let me see..."
Wen Qiao didn't give Lü Yazhi a chance to refuse and went straight to her.
After rolling up her mother's pants, she discovered that her mother's legs were covered in bruises, one after another.
The marks on her legs were so large, it's easy to imagine that her mother must have had injuries as well.
Wen Qiao then lifted her mother's back and saw that it was covered with mottled whip marks.
"Was it all done by Wang Dayong?"
Wen Qiao asked, her eyes filled with tears, "Mom, I'm sorry."
Seeing her daughter cry, Lü Yazhi immediately reached out to wipe Wen Qiao's tears.
She chuckled and said, "It's alright, it's my fault for not protecting you properly. Why are you apologizing to me?"
“Xiao Qiao, Mom doesn’t feel pain. The thought that you ran away and will never come back makes me feel at ease. Let him hit me all he wants, I won’t say a word, he’ll stop when he gets tired.”
"Mom, I won't do that again."
"I've grown up. From now on, I can protect you too."
Wen Qiao harbored resentment.
That night, after Lü Yazhi fell asleep, she got up and slapped Wang Haijun several times.
Wang Haijun, who was in a deep sleep, looked at Wen Qiao with a blank expression.
Didn't we just fight?
Why do we still need to fight now?
This Wen Qiao has no sense of martial ethics; Wang Haijun, with his mouth gagged, kept making muffled noises.
Wen Qiao, annoyed, directly told him to shut up.
If you yell again, you'll get beaten again.
Wang Haijun thought that Wen Qiao must have gone mad.
He can't afford to argue with a madman right now. What if Wen Qiao kills him while his father and older brother aren't home?
The next morning, Wen Qiao got up early and took her mother, Lü Yazhi, to the village brigade.
The village committee needs to issue a divorce certificate.
Lu Yazhi and Wang Dayong got married without ever going to the county civil affairs bureau to obtain a marriage certificate.
Instead, it was a marriage certificate issued by the village, proving that they were husband and wife.
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