"I will not marry him, I would rather die than marry him."
Er Ya was shocked and roared.
The man with the cane slapped her across the face and said angrily, "You have no choice. Even if you die, you still have to marry me."
Er Ya had just covered her burning face when another excruciating pain shot through her body, and she couldn't help but scream out in agony.
"You still have the nerve to cry? If it weren't for you, you jinx, your dad and I would have almost been beaten to death!"
The old woman's chapped, strong fingers pinched and twisted Er Ya's body.
She already had a mean appearance, and after Qi An knocked out all her teeth, her cheeks shrunk, making her look ugly and vicious.
During this time, the bruises on Er Ya's body never faded, with new wounds piling up on top of old ones.
She knelt on the ground and kowtowed to the two men.
"Dad, Grandma, please, please let me study. I promise I can get into a good university and make a lot of money in the future, and I'll give it all to the family."
The man became even angrier upon hearing this and slapped her repeatedly.
"Go to school my ass! You want me to send you to university and then run off like your bitch mother? Don't even think about it. You'd better get married right now."
The old woman scoffed, "What's the point of a woman studying? Working and having children are the real things to do. The more you study, the more unruly you become. Besides, we don't have the money to send you to school; it's all gone to your father's medical treatment and injuries."
"It's all your fault for bringing that woman home. If you have any conscience, you should listen to me and get married. Then your brother will have a wife."
Er Ya cried loudly, "No, I don't want to marry a fool. My husband is a rich man from the big city."
"Pooh……"
The old woman spat on her face.
"Shameless little bitch, you're just talking nonsense. You, Yang Erya, are just a wild pheasant in this mountain valley. You really think you're a phoenix. If you don't listen, you'll be starved. You'll behave after a few meals of hunger."
No matter how much Er Ya kowtowed and made promises, the two remained unmoved.
After a while, they went out and locked the door from the outside.
"You can eat when you've figured things out. Otherwise, you'll starve to death inside."
Er Ya knelt on the ground and wailed loudly.
No, my name isn't Yang Erya, it's Yang Xi.
I'm not a prostitute; I'm a college student from the city, living in a villa, eating delicacies, and I'm beautiful and rich.
The stench emanating from the pigsty below made her gag; a smell she used to be accustomed to was now unbearable.
Er Ya didn't understand.
She was already in her twenties, with a handsome husband, a lovely son, and lived in a clean and beautiful house, so happy and dignified.
Why did I turn back into a teenager and end up back in this disgusting home?
After the TV crew left, the villagers who had forced those women were all arrested and imprisoned.
Qi An severely injured Er Ya's father and grandmother, causing them to spend a lot of money on medical treatment and even being questioned by the police.
Fortunately, Er Ya's mother had already run away, and the two of them insisted that she had done it voluntarily.
Because of the long time that had passed and the lack of evidence, and because they looked so pitiful, the police asked them a few questions and then left.
This terrified the two of them.
Especially Er Ya's dad, despite being a tough guy at home, he's a total coward in front of the police.
After that, they took their anger out on Er Ya, hitting and scolding her constantly.
Not only that, the two also quickly found a husband for Er Ya, a man known in the village as a simpleton.
The idiot is almost thirty years old, and he grins like an idiot all day long, and urinates and defecates anywhere.
I don't know who taught him, but he would pull any girl he saw into his arms, which scared the girls so much that they would all avoid him.
Because of the program's exposure, their village was portrayed as a place where people were devoured, and several volunteer teachers from the school fled overnight, carrying a train with them.
The village already struggled to find wives, and now things are even worse.
But after a group of people were arrested as examples, the villagers dared not have any crooked thoughts for the time being.
But every family's precious son has to get married, otherwise who will inherit the family throne?
So they came up with a plan.
Exchange marriage.
He forces other people's girls to break the law, but he doesn't care about his own daughter, and even the police don't care.
In their remote mountain villages, many girls get married and have children at the age of fifteen or sixteen.
The family of the simpleton has taken a liking to Er Ya, while Er Ya's father and grandmother have also taken a liking to the simpleton's thirteen-year-old sister.
Moreover, the family of the simpleton was afraid that Er Ya's father would not agree, so in addition to giving their daughter to Er Ya's younger brother, they were also willing to give an extra 10,000 yuan.
The two parties quickly reached an agreement.
When Er Ya learned that she was going to marry a mentally challenged man, she felt like the sky was falling.
In the past, she might have just accepted her fate, since all the girls around her were like that.
But Qi An reminded her of everything from her past life.
Er Ya clearly "watched" herself leave the mountains, get into university, have everything she had ever dreamed of, and become a superior person.
Her future is bright, a stark contrast to the fate of the girl from the mountains.
That was the life she deserved.
Where did all of this begin, and how did it take such a different turn?
Er Ya tried hard to recall.
Yes, it started from the moment she brought Zhou Qiong home.
Zhou Qiong, who was supposed to take her away from the mountains, did not take her this time.
Er Ya was filled with panic and confusion.
What she said and did to Zhou Qiong was exactly the same as before.
Why were the final results completely different?
Why?
Why didn't she take herself with her?
An unbelievable thought sent a chill down Er Ya's spine, and she trembled all over.
unless……
Unless, Zhou Qiong also had that "dream".
Thinking of what Zhou Qiong said to her before she left—
"You'll never get out of here."
Er Ya trembled like a leaf.
No, she won't. She has to get out of here. She doesn't want to rot here.
She wants to be Yang Xi, not Yang Er Ya.
Oh, right, Song Bin, and Song Bin too.
Since she and Zhou Qiong both remembered, then Song Bin must have remembered as well.
Song Bin will definitely save her; she still wants to have a son with him.
After being starved for two days, Er Ya pretended to comply, saying that she was going to cultivate a relationship with the idiot.
Seeing that Er Ya's father had come to her senses, he had the old woman personally take her to the mentally challenged man's house.
Er Ya endured the disgust as the mentally challenged man gnawed and bit her, while his parents watched with smiles, as if they were already holding their grandson.
Fortunately, the fool didn't understand anything else, and Er Ya went back covered in foul-smelling saliva.
Turning her back to everyone, Er Ya cried and vomited at the same time, even bringing up bile.
After pretending to be well-behaved for a few more days, Er Ya's father and grandmother gradually lowered their guard against her.
That night, Er Ya stole her father's broken cell phone and a few hundred yuan, quietly opened the door and ran away.
Once she left the village and got a signal, the first thing she did was call Song Bin.
With trembling hands, Er Ya dialed the number she knew by heart, holding her breath nervously.
At this moment, Song Bin was fiddling with his manhood on the bed.
When the hospital's urology specialists couldn't cure him, he pinned his hopes on unorthodox methods, and coincidentally, his "good brother" recommended a shop to him.
Specializing in Indian herbal oil.
It is said that even an eighty-year-old man can regain his virility.
Despite his efforts, which were part of a high-octane action movie, Song Bin's attempts were ultimately futile.
The surging heat was rampaging through my body, but I couldn't find an outlet.
Song Bin felt like he was about to explode.
Seeing the unresponsive area, his handsome face twisted like a demon, and he furiously smashed the remaining "miracle oil."
They're all fucking liars.
Just then, my phone rang.
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