As she spoke, she wiped away her tears again, her voice trembling, "A few days ago, when I was changing Xiaoya's clothes, I saw a bruise on her arm. When I asked her how she got it, she stammered that she fell and said it was from a fall."
But looking at those marks, they were clearly from being pinched! It must have been that old hag who hit me, and she even threatened the children not to tell me. She probably threatened them that if they told, she'd make Zhang Desheng divorce me, leaving them motherless children!
Looking at Hua Xiaoyu's red eyes, Guan Wenru felt both angry and heartbroken.
Hua Xiaoyu's voice was full of despair, "Tell me, what am I living for? I work in a factory and earn more than thirty yuan a month, plus various food subsidies. I don't earn less than Zhang Desheng!"
Moreover, he started giving all his salary to his mother two years ago. I bought all the children's clothes, books, and food with my own salary.
I work myself to the bone every day, and when I get home I have to put up with his mother's attitude. Now even he hits me... I really feel like there's no hope left."
Guan Wenru remained silent for a moment, her gaze falling on the distant ridge of the field, her brows furrowing even more deeply.
They stopped handing over their salaries two years ago?
They don't raise children or support their families...
A bad feeling suddenly rose in Guan Wenru's mind, and her tone turned serious, "Sister-in-law, let me ask you, has Zhang Desheng also always wanted a son? And the kind of idea that he 'must have a son'?"
Hua Xiaoyu paused for a moment, then nodded, her voice bitter, "That's right! His mother keeps nagging him every day that 'the Zhang family line can't end.' He's always been hoping for it. Sometimes when he's drunk, he'll say things like, 'If I had a son, I could hold my head high in this compound!'"
Guan Wenru's unease grew stronger.
Two years ago, Zhang Desheng suddenly gave all his salary to his mother and stopped paying for his wife and children's expenses. Now, his mother has hit Hua Xiaoyu.
Maybe... he's already having the thought of 'finding someone who can give birth to a son'...
Guan Wenru took a deep breath, looked at Hua Xiaoyu's haggard face, and his tone became serious:
"Sister-in-law, this matter is probably not as simple as you think. You need to think carefully. Zhang Desheng... has he stopped caring about you and the children a long time ago?"
If he really needs a son, and you can't have one, won't he have other ideas? He's already stopped supporting his family and three daughters, so is he deliberately giving his mother the money he earns... could he have some ulterior motive?
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