Chapter 45 Aunt, let me die.
In the blink of an eye, Yizhen and Yibao are almost six months old.
The two little ones are like willow branches sprouting in spring, changing every day.
The biggest change was that they could no longer lie still; their eyes curiously surveyed everything around them, and they twisted and turned, trying to turn over.
The caregiving duties suddenly became much heavier, but fortunately Zhou Lanying was there.
That day, Wen Xiaoxiao finally ironed and carefully folded the last suit that Sister Hu had entrusted to her.
"Auntie, I need to go to the street to deliver the clothes to Sister Hu and settle my wages on the way."
While wiping Yi Bao's drool, Wen Xiaoxiao said to Zhou Lanying, who was feeding Yi Zhen rice cereal, "Please keep an eye on them, I'll be right back."
"Go ahead, go ahead, I'll take care of the child, don't worry." Zhou Lanying waved her hand, "Drive carefully and watch out for cars."
Wen Xiaoxiao left the house with her suit jacket neatly wrapped up.
After leaving Sister Hu's tailor shop, I had an extra 200 yuan in my hands.
Without delay, Wen Xiaoxiao went to the supply and marketing cooperative and bought a pound of chicken cakes.
Zhou Lanying is old and has bad teeth, so the sponge cake is soft.
We can't let the old lady help take care of the child for nothing; we should at least show our appreciation.
When she returned, Zhou Lanying had indeed taken good care of the two children, holding one and playing with the other.
Upon seeing the sponge cake, Zhou Lanying couldn't help but complain that she was wasting money. Wen Xiaoxiao just smiled, broke off a small piece, and fed it to the old lady.
The Lunar New Year is approaching, and the air is filled with a busy yet desolate atmosphere.
Zhao Fei's pig farm is at its busiest time.
He often leaves before dawn and doesn't return until late at night. Sometimes he's so busy that he just sleeps on the field.
It's been three days since I last went home.
After Zhou Lanying arrived, the west wing gradually became warm and dry.
She and Zhao Yidi moved there, and with the old woman and the young man keeping each other company, it was quite lively.
In the east wing, only Wen Xiaoxiao and her two children remained.
That evening, after feeding her two children and burping them, Wen Xiaoxiao finally breathed a sigh of relief as she watched them drift off to sleep.
The door creaked open.
Wen Xiaoxiao's heart tightened, and she straightened her body in the darkness.
It's Zhao Qingda.
He staggered onto the kang (a heated brick bed), muttering curses under his breath, and lay down next to Wen Xiaoxiao, radiating cold air.
Wen Xiaoxiao held her breath and remained motionless.
Hopefully he's had too much to drink and will fall asleep soon.
But a moment later, a hand started pulling at her thermal underwear.
"What are you doing!" Wen Xiaoxiao snapped in a low voice. "Grandma Yidi is in the west wing! Behave yourself!"
Zhao Qingda paused for a moment, his eyes scanning the darkness, seemingly unable to spot the scissors that still haunted him.
He scoffed and his movements became even more violent.
"Stop trying to scare me with outsiders! This is my house! You're my wife!" He was incredibly strong, and in a few moments he tore open Wen Xiaoxiao's thin clothes and pressed his entire body against hers.
"Let me go! Zhao Qingda! You beast!" Wen Xiaoxiao struggled desperately, kicking and scratching him on the face and neck with her fingernails, drawing blood.
But a woman's strength seems so insignificant in the face of a man going berserk.
After an unknown amount of time, it felt like a long and cruel torture had finally ended.
Zhao Qingda, panting heavily, rolled off the bed, smacked his lips in satisfaction, and without even glancing at Wen Xiaoxiao, pulled up his pants in the dark and got off the kang (a heated brick bed).
He opened the door and swayed as he disappeared into the cold night.
The door wasn't closed properly, and a cold draft rushed in.
Wen Xiaoxiao lay there, motionless.
I felt so suffocated by the pressure in my heart.
Zhao Qingda, we'll be getting a divorce in six months, why won't you leave me alone? You perverted bastard! (This is the author's curse)
My lower body is burning with pain.
It was warm at first, then turned cold.
She neither cried nor moved.
My mind was blank, filled only with boundless darkness and cold.
After an unknown amount of time, she suddenly sat up as if she had been electrocuted!
By the dim moonlight streaming in through the window, she saw dark red blood rapidly spreading between her legs.
"Ah—!" The cry was shrill and filled with endless pain.
She went mad, jumping off the kang barefoot, ignoring the blood still flowing from her body, staggering towards the cold wall, and with all her might, slamming her head against it!
A muffled thud.
A sharp pain shot through me, stars flashed before my eyes, and warm liquid streamed down my forehead.
She was disoriented and about to be hit a second time.
"Xiaoxiao!!" A terrified cry rang out as Zhou Lanying, dressed in her clothes, rushed into the west wing.
She was old but still young, and had already heard the strange noises, but she couldn't come over immediately because of her status.
The loud wailing and the dull thud from hitting the wall made her forget everything else.
Upon entering the room and seeing the scene inside, Zhou Lanying gasped, her heart leaping into her throat!
Wen Xiaoxiao was naked from the waist down, her legs and the mattress were covered in blood, and blood was also flowing from her forehead. Her hair was disheveled, her eyes were unfocused, and her face was covered with tear stains and slap marks. She was about to bang her head against the wall again!
"My God!" Zhou Lanying cried out, rushing over to hug her tightly. "Child! What are you doing! You can't do anything rash!"
"Auntie, I'm not going to live..." Wen Xiaoxiao cried her heart out in her arms.
"Nonsense! You still have Zhen and Bao! They're only six months old! What will they do without their mother?!" Zhou Lanying cried out in distress, hugging her tightly and frantically trying to pull the blanket over her naked, bleeding lower body.
Just then, the sound of screeching brakes and footsteps came from outside the courtyard gate.
As soon as Zhao Fei entered the main room, he heard crying and commotion coming from the east wing. His heart sank, and he rushed over in a few steps.
"What's wrong?!" He flung open the curtain, and the scene before him struck him like a thunderbolt!
Wen Xiaoxiao was being held by Zhou Lanying, covered with a messy blanket. Her bare calves were stained with blood, her forehead was covered in blood and flesh, and her face showed a look of collapse and despair.
"Xiaoxiao!" Zhao Fei's voice changed as he tried to rush over.
"Zhao Fei! Don't come any closer!" Zhou Lanying remained relatively calm. She quickly helped Wen Xiaoxiao put on her pants. "Quick! Get her to the hospital! She's bleeding a lot! Her head is broken! Hurry!"
Zhao Fei's mind went blank for a moment, and he instantly understood what was going on.
"Xiaoxiao, let's go to the hospital and let the doctor take a look, okay?" Zhou Lanying comforted the person in her arms while tears streamed down her face. "For the sake of the children, you have to live! Yizhen and Yibao are still sleeping on the kang (heated brick bed), they can't be without their mother!"
Upon hearing the words "one treasure and one precious gem," Wen Xiaoxiao's empty eyes seemed to flicker, and her struggling strength lessened.
Zhao Fei drove the car to the gate of the courtyard, jumped out, and rushed in.
He didn't care about anything else, bent down, wrapped Wen Xiaoxiao tightly in the blanket from head to toe, and picked her up in one go.
Wen Xiaoxiao was as light as a feather, trembling in his arms.
Zhou Lanying quickly followed, and hurriedly told Zhao Yidi, who was terrified when she came out after hearing the noise, "Yidi, be good, watch your sister. Grandma and your dad are taking your second aunt to the hospital, they'll be back soon!"
Zhao Fei put Wen Xiaoxiao in the back seat of the van, and Zhou Lanying squeezed in as well, holding her tightly.
Zhao Fei jumped into the driver's seat, started the car abruptly, and the van shot into the dark night like an arrow.
The hospital's emergency room was brightly lit.
The doctor on duty was a middle-aged woman. When she saw Wen Xiaoxiao's appearance, she frowned.
After the examination, her face turned even uglier. While preparing to clean and suture the wound, she couldn't help but berate Zhao Fei, who stood to the side with a livid expression:
"How could you be such a man?! You've left your wife like this?! She's severely lacerated down there, and this... what happened?! Is this domestic violence?! This is illegal, you know that?!"
Zhao Fei stared intently at the door of the emergency room, his eyes bloodshot, filled with unfathomable heartache and self-blame.
Zhou Lanying wiped away her tears as the suturing surgery took a long time.
The cold instruments, the smell of disinfectant, and the pain deep within her body caused Wen Xiaoxiao's consciousness to waver between lucidity and confusion.
She stopped crying and just stared blankly at the pale light on the ceiling.
Zhao Fei stood outside the emergency room, like a silent statue.
Only his clenched fists, white at the knuckles, and trembling shoulders betrayed the overwhelming emotions surging within him.
The night was deep and long.
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