He wanted to keep walking, but found that the pain was getting worse the more he walked, so he had to go back and sit down on a chair to rest. Gradually, the pain in their hearts subsided.
After resting for a while, he wanted to go out again, and the same thing happened again.
Once the two closed the distance, everything was fine again.
If Song Hui was in despair just now, he is now utterly heartbroken. He is now bound to Mo Ningyu for the rest of his life.
Mo Ningyu was even more desperate than him; she was already secretly saving money, preparing to run away.
Song Hui is completely ruined. She's still young; she could easily go to another city, change her identity, and find another job.
The two loathed each other, yet could not live without each other.
From the dilapidated rented room came the wailing of a man and a woman, a sound so heartbreaking that it brought tears to the eyes of anyone who heard it.
Despite seeing doctors and Taoist priests, Song Hui and Mo Ningyu were unable to cure their inability to be separated from each other. Instead, they were treated as mentally ill and advised to seek treatment at a mental hospital.
After struggling for a while, the two ran out of money and had no choice but to accept their fate. From then on, they relied on each other and tormented each other.
Qi An ignored the two of them; they weren't going to cause any more trouble anyway.
Five years later, Qi An resigned from his position as chairman, and Si Si became the new leader. She then went out and traveled the world making a ruckus.
Qi An spent ten years in this world, watching Si Si grow into a capable businesswoman, marry a reliable man, have a son and a daughter, and enjoy a loving marriage.
Sisi is living a very happy life, and she has made up for the price Zhang Yufen paid.
Before leaving, Qi An curiously glanced at Song Hui and Mo Ningyu.
On the dirty and messy construction site, a middle-aged man with a weathered face was mixing cement shirtless. His movements were skilled, and he was completely unrecognizable as a former young master.
Three or four meters away from him, a thin, withered woman with a sharp and mean face was moving steel bars. Her skin was reddish-black, and her exposed skin was covered with old and new scars.
"This...this is Song Hui and Mo Ningyu?"
No wonder Ata exclaimed in surprise; Qi An almost didn't recognize him either.
Both of them used to be considered handsome and beautiful, but ten years of tormenting each other aged them faster than a butcher's knife.
After the woman finished moving a truckload, she wanted to continue moving things to a more distant place. Before she could even say anything, the man put down what he was doing and went with her.
The coworkers nearby were unsurprised: "Old Song and his wife have such a good relationship; they're inseparable wherever they go."
"That's right, my goodness, I've never seen them stay more than ten meters apart."
"Exactly, sometimes they even follow me to the outhouse, they keep a very close eye on me."
"It's rare to see such a loving couple."
"..."
Song Hui and Mo Ningyu listened to their coworkers' discussion, exchanged a glance, and immediately turned away, feeling that looking at each other was more disgusting than eating shit.
When will this ever end?!
Qi An and Ata left satisfied.
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The dense, towering mountains stretch endlessly, one after another.
There is a small mountain village with a few dozen households nestled there, living a life of working at sunrise and resting at sunset, isolated from the world.
Most of the houses are made of adobe, and occasionally one or two houses are built with half a stone structure, which is considered to be a good life in the village.
Nestled amidst mountains and water, surrounded by peaks, and with wisps of smoke rising from chimneys, this place is truly a paradise on earth.
"ah……"
A piercing scream shattered the tranquility.
In a dilapidated room at the very edge of the village, a girl sat on the dirty floor, watching the man grinning lewdly as he walked toward her. Terrified, she screamed.
The girl was about fifteen years old, very thin, with large eyes that looked unusually prominent on her small face, filled with fear and disgust.
"Little sister Liuye, just give in to your brother, and I will treat you well."
The man was short and stocky, with a fat head and big ears. He looked like he had a mental disability. He was leering at the girl's exposed skin, and his drool was practically dripping from his mouth.
The girl felt disgusted and scared, and kept shrinking back, saying, "Don't come any closer, don't come any closer..."
She cried out, "Dad, Mom, help... help me..."
Upon hearing the girl cry for help, the man chuckled and said, "Stop yelling, it won't do any good. You're already my wife, you know that?"
"Your dad sold you to me. I've already paid you, so if you behave well, I'll take good care of you, hehe."
Despair filled Liu Ye's heart, and tears streamed down her face.
In the end, her father still sold her.
Isn't she obedient enough? She started working when she was three years old, feeding chickens and pigs, gathering firewood and cooking, and cutting pig feed on the mountain. As she got older, she did even more work inside and outside the house, never taking a day off.
They did the hardest work, ate the least food, and were beaten from time to time.
Simply because she is a girl.
In Xialiu Village, girls are both the most valuable and the least valuable.
Liu Ye struggled to her feet, grabbed whatever she could throw and hurled it at Yang Lei. As he dodged, she dashed to the door, ready to open it and escape.
She still held a sliver of hope that her father hadn't sold her and that her mother could persuade him.
I pulled the door, but it wouldn't open.
The door was locked from the outside.
Despair overwhelmed Liu Ye; it turned out Yang Lei was telling the truth.
"Dad, Mom, brother. Let me out, let me out..."
An old male voice cursed, "What are you yelling about? Your brother Yang Lei will be your man from now on. You'll live a life of luxury with him. The good days are yet to come."
No, that's not it.
Yang Lei is the village chief's son, and the only family in the village to have built a large brick and tile house. He is only twenty-three years old this year, but three women have already died in his bed.
Liu Ye shook her head desperately, pleading loudly, "Mom, save me!"
Her mother just cried, but didn't say a word for her.
She's always been like this. When she gets beaten, she always just cries and tells herself to be obedient so she won't get beaten anymore.
Outside, Liu Shan, the older brother, complained, "I told you we should have tied that girl's hands and feet to make it easier for Yang Lei to do his thing. Hey Dad, now we have enough money to buy me a wife, right?"
"A few days ago, Uncle Yang brought some girls. I heard there were college students from the city. Let's go pick one."
Hearing this, Liu Ye had no doubts.
The father sold himself in order to buy a wife for his older brother.
Liu Ye closed her eyes; she... didn't want to obey anymore.
Yang Lei grabbed her, pulled her onto the kang (a heated brick bed), and impatiently tried to take off her clothes. Liu Ye pretended to comply and even helped Yang Lei.
Yang Lei trembled with excitement, panting heavily: "That's right, Ye'er, you don't know, I've been thinking about you for a long time, ever since you were little. Your face is even prettier than the city girls my dad brought back."
Yang Lei couldn't wait to bend down.
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