Zhang Yajuan looked up and saw Fang Ming standing in front of her. He stretched out his hand to block the slap from his mother-in-law and looked at her with interest.
She did not feel the slightest bit of relief or joy, but instead fell into great fear and anxiety.
It felt like the most unbearable side of himself that he had tried so hard to hide was about to be exposed to everyone...
She stood up suddenly and asked timidly, "Why...why are you here?"
Fang Ming shook off the old woman's wrinkled hand in disdain and smiled playfully, "Can't I come?"
The woman didn't answer. The old woman was already roaring hysterically:
"Murderer!"
"You killed my son! How dare you come here! Yajuan, why are you still standing there? He is the enemy of our entire family!"
"He killed your husband, take a knife and kill him! Kill him!!!"
Faced with the blood feud over her son's murder, the old woman had apparently lost her mind. She dragged her crippled body against the wall, pounding in impotent rage.
Zhang Yajuan was afraid that he would do something embarrassing in front of her mother-in-law and irritate her again, so she begged in a low voice.
"What do you want to say? Let's talk."
The weak and lifeless woman pleaded silently, begging Fang Ming not to make the transaction between them public, and to let her maintain the beautiful image of his daughter-in-law and his wife, which was her last bit of dignity.
"What are you talking to him about! Kill him with a knife!"
Amid the hysterical accompaniment and the woman's weak and sad eyes, Fang Ming smiled.
When she cried out "No" in despair,
Fang Ming held his obedient and weak daughter-in-law in his arms under the old woman's dull gaze and whispered softly in her ear,
"Didn't you come to my house to look for me? I wasn't home at the time, so I came to see you when I got back."
This one sentence tore apart the facade that Zhang Yajuan had struggled to maintain, and threw her last bit of dignity into the trash can, leaving her naked in the sun to be judged by morality.
She didn't even have the courage to look back at her mother-in-law's eyes.
She couldn't imagine how vicious and terrifying her mother-in-law's face would be when she saw her daughter-in-law in the arms of the enemy who killed her son.
“So…so that’s how it is…hahaha!” The old woman showed a crazy smile, “You two adulterers…hahahaha…”
"I'm so blind! You bitch, you pretend to be a lovely bitch, but I didn't expect you to collude with a wild man outside to kill my son, hahahaha!"
"Bitch! You must die!!!"
…
"Why do you do this... do this to me..."
Zhang Yajuan buried her head in Fang Ming's arms and sobbed. She had no energy to explain herself, nor the courage to break free from Fang Ming's arms.
She is always so weak and helpless, always submissive.
Fang Ming listened to the pleasant accompaniment and patiently explained to her, "Because I like the way you look now."
He stroked Zhang Yajuan's trembling shoulders with his hand. "You know what? When I see beautiful wild flowers, I sometimes want to pick them and take them home. It's also a kind of enjoyment to witness the withering of flowers."
Zhang Yajuan couldn't understand what he said and felt that he just wanted to see her cry.
"I'm leaving here the day after tomorrow."
Fang Ming's words startled her. She immediately felt flustered and asked hurriedly, "Where are you? Are you coming back?"
"I guess he won't come back."
Zhang Yajuan was stunned, thinking that once Fang Ming left, she would really have to stay in this rental house and wait for death.
He lowered his head and remained silent for a long while.
"Do you want to follow me?"
Zhang Yajuan looked up suddenly, disbelief in her eyes, and she was flustered and didn't know what to say, "I... this... can I?"
Fang Ming smiled and said, "You have to play a game with me first."
"What?"
He whispered a few words in the young woman's ear and watched her ears turn red, her face was at a loss and she looked very embarrassed.
Fang Ming could only add fuel to the fire, "If you don't want to, I won't force you. I'll just find someone else."
After saying that, he was about to leave.
Zhang Yajuan gritted her teeth and grabbed Fang Ming's hand, hesitating, "Wait...wait..."
"Adulterer, adulterer, what are you doing!"
Fang Ming frowned and pointed his index finger at the old woman. Her incessant cursing finally stopped. She opened her mouth hard but no sound came out.
Acupoint pressing, mute point.
It's quite useful.
Zhang Yajuan finally trampled on the last bit of her dignity, bit her lower lip, and shouted inaudibly...
"Hubby... welcome home..."
The old woman was furious!
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