Li Xi's initial plan was simple: to make the domestic violence man socially obliterated and to shame the Hua family, who had allowed their son to commit domestic violence, for their inaction (three months ago, the second young master Hua and his wife had been living in the old house. Even if Hua's wife was helping to cover up for them, it's impossible for the Hua family to be completely unaware of it. It was obvious that they just didn't care).
But when thinking about how to expose it and what evidence is needed, Li Xi was in trouble.
Domestic violence differs from other forms of violence. Its most significant characteristic is that the perpetrators are family members. This often results in only family members present, and the situation is often secluded, making evidence extremely difficult to gather. Unless the individual involved promptly gathers evidence after experiencing domestic violence—taking videos, conducting injury assessments, and so on—it's best to seek outside assistance, such as from the neighborhood committee, the Women's Federation, or the workplace, or simply calling the police.
But the situation at Hua Ershao's home is this: when he used to beat his wife, it was usually at home, and he would confess and apologize afterward, earning his wife's affection. Forget seeking help, she never even thought of taking private photos of her injuries as evidence. Before she got married, she was a pampered princess, cherished by her parents and siblings. She never imagined that people could have two completely different faces: one side loving you deeply and unwaveringly, while the other coldly watched you suffer.
By the time she realized the seriousness of the matter, Hua Ershao had already restricted her freedom, taken her away from familiar places, banned her from using her mobile phone, and prevented her from going out.
The fact that she received the video call from her mother that day was only possible because she had played the good boy for a long time, letting Hua Ershao down, and was able to hide her phone without arousing his suspicion. After hiding her phone, she had considered contacting the outside world and even calling the police, but she was afraid. She was afraid of the strange looks from others, afraid that her family would ask her to be tolerant for the sake of the family, and she was also worried that Hua Ershao would find out before she could finish her words, and be beaten again.
Hua Ershao studied painting and was very familiar with the human skeleton and muscles. He knew where to hit someone, knowing how to hurt without leaving a scar. So when he was sober, his wife was afraid to provoke him, fearing his fist would land without warning. Of course, when drunk, hitting someone was less complicated; the fist went wherever it landed. Most of the scars on his wife's body were from Hua Ershao's drunken beatings.
Although Mrs. Hua Ershao didn't actively contact the outside world, her mother thankfully called. Perhaps it was the bond between mother and daughter that made her mother feel uneasy during that time, constantly thinking of her daughter's pre-marriage days, and her longing for her daughter deepened. Although her daughter had previously said she didn't want to disturb her husband's painting, she didn't need to call or video chat, just text messages daily.
But the mother couldn't help but make the video call that day. Even if her daughter blamed her later, she just wanted to see her daughter's face. Who knew that when the video was connected, she didn't see her lively, enthusiastic and cheerful daughter, but a skinny "stranger" who looked about halfway like her daughter.
After hesitating for a long time, the mother hesitantly called out her daughter's nickname, "Nannan?" Just a name, and the "stranger" on the other side of the video burst into tears, "Mom, save me."
Perhaps driven by a mother's intuition, she didn't ask her daughter what happened, but only asked her to tell her the address and said she would pick her up immediately. The daughter didn't know where she was being taken and hesitantly sent a location share.
Later that day, the parents and brother of Mr. Hua's wife came to the door with their men. Mr. Hua, having left home, was too confident. He made no effort to hide his whereabouts, and his wife's family easily found their addresses with a simple investigation.
When the group arrived, Hua Ershao was beating his wife with a belt. He had been out at a bar with a group of "artist" friends for hours, drinking heavily. He'd been having a blast hanging out with a bunch of handsome men and beautiful women, but when he returned to their apartment and saw his wife's haggard face, he flew into a rage and, without a word, whipped out his belt and started beating them.
Just as he was enjoying the fight, the doorbell rang. Hua Ershao frowned, not wanting to open the door at all. But the knocking continued, and he couldn't stand it any longer. He threw away his belt and yanked the door open, and then he saw the Yue family.
At first, he thought he was drunk and rubbed his eyes in disbelief. It wasn't until his mother-in-law pushed him away and walked inside that he sobered up a lot. He screamed "Mom" and reached out to pull someone away. But the men behind him would never let him do that. They each held his arm to prevent him from moving.
He was completely sober from the shock, but his arms were restrained, preventing him from moving. He could only watch helplessly as the Yue family dragged his wife from the corner, beaten and lying prostrate on the floor. He had drunk too much today, and after a friend teased him about his paintings lacking spirit, his energy was out of whack, and his hands lost their grip. By now, his wife was unconscious, her face, exposed arms, and legs covered in whip marks from the belt.
Not to mention the thoughtful mother, even the patriarchal father's eyes were red. He couldn't hold back and kicked Hua Ershao in the knee, knocking him to his knees with both arms held up. Not satisfied yet, he kicked him hard in the butt, knocking him down.
Afterwards, the family of Hua Ershao's wife left with his wife. The younger one walking behind even spat at Hua Ershao and cursed, "What a thing."
When asked why they didn't file a police report, the answer is that they have to be ashamed. Furthermore, domestic violence lawsuits are difficult to prosecute, often dragging on for a long time. Both parties are wealthy and well-connected, making this case even more difficult. Even if they win, the domestic violence man won't be imprisoned for many years. With a little more effort from the Hua family, he might be imprisoned even less. For a wealthy family, sending someone to jail is a bargain.
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