Chapter 256 My husband often abuses me

After the senior brother sent a message saying "No, it has nothing to do with Song Zhen", it showed that the other party was typing.

Huo Ning wanted to ask more questions when the doorbell suddenly rang.

Song Xingwen stood up and saw a woman with a haggard face and swollen eyes standing outside the door.

This person was none other than Zhu Xiulian, a neighbor who lived in the same building.

During this period, she would come to their house every now and then.

As usual, Song Xingwen opened the door for her.

Seeing him there, Zhu Xiulian was stunned for a moment, then tugged at the corner of her clothes slightly, "Brother Xingwen, I came to talk to Aunt Song."

Song Xingwen nodded, and when he saw the bruises on the other person's face, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

"Xiulian, you're here."

Old Mrs. Song was very happy to see Zhu Xiulian. She asked her to sit down and asked Song Xingwen to pour her tea.

But when she saw Zhu Xiulian's purple face, the smile on her face froze.

"Xingwen, go and boil two eggs for me."

Song Xingwen hummed, took out two eggs from the refrigerator, and went to the kitchen.

Old Mrs. Song did not ask how Zhu Xiulian got the wound on her face.

She just patted Zhu Xiulian's hand gently.

It was this action that made Zhu Xiulian burst into tears.

She wiped her tears and sobbed, as if she was really at her wit's end.

"Aunt Song, am I useless? He beat me like that, I should divorce him, but I don't dare..."

"I don't have a job, and I have a daughter to take care of. If I get divorced, they definitely won't want my daughter. I don't have a job, and I can't support her by myself..."

Her frail body trembled as tears fell.

"I really don't know what to do. I can only come to my aunt's house to take shelter. Aunt, you are the only one who is willing to listen to me and feel sorry for me..."

Old Mrs. Song sighed.

If she were twenty years younger, she would definitely persuade Zhu Xiulian to divorce.

After all, when life is difficult to make ends meet, no matter how hard you try, it will only make yourself suffer.

But now that she is old, she has begun to understand that everyone has their own difficulties.

Everyone has a different personality, and not everyone has the courage to divorce.

Besides, the economic problems are indeed very real.

In the past, Old Lady Song lived a life of luxury and the thing she had the most was money.

Since the Song family encountered a major change, she has also experienced more than ten years of being penniless and having difficulty making ends meet.

The words that advised Zhu Xiulian to divorce were stuck in her throat.

She could only hand over a few tissues so that Zhu Xiulian could wipe her tears.

"Does the wound on your face hurt?"

Old Mrs. Song felt a little distressed and thought Zhu Xiulian was really pitiful.

Zhu Xiulian shook her head. "It doesn't hurt. Compared to the time he hit me half a month ago, it doesn't hurt that much."

After wiping her tears, she forced a smile towards Old Mrs. Song.

Her forced smile made Old Mrs. Song sigh even more.

Song Xingwen took the cooked eggs and handed them to Zhu Xiulian.

Zhu Xiulian took it carefully and whispered, "Thank you."

Song Xingwen waved his hands.

At this time, Huo Ning raised his head and glanced at Zhu Xiulian.

To be precise, she was looking behind Zhu Xiulian.

But looking there with the naked eye, there was actually nothing there.

Zhu Xiulian subconsciously shrank her shoulders. She had been beaten so many times that she was easily paranoid.

She lowered her head, not daring to ask Huo Ning anything, let alone speak to her.

She just gently rolled her egg around the bruises under her eyes and asked Mrs. Song tremblingly, "Auntie, who... is this?"

Old Mrs. Song gave her a soothing smile, "This is my granddaughter."

Zhu Xiulian was startled for a moment.

She really didn't expect that Aunt Song actually had such a beautiful granddaughter.

The old lady's granddaughter, Song Zhen, was good-looking, but she was fierce and always looked down on people.

Zhu Xiulian gradually suppressed the fear in her heart and instead smiled ingratiatingly at Huo Ning.

"My name is Zhu Xiulian. I moved here a month ago and live in the same building as Aunt Song."

She wiped her tears with a tissue. "Half a month ago, my husband abused me. It was Brother Xingwen who stopped my husband. It was Aunt Song who called the police for me and let me hide in her house until the police came."

Recalling the scene of that day, Zhu Xiulian couldn't help but shudder.

Old Mrs. Song and Song Xingwen frowned at the same time.

The domestic violence that Zhu Xiulian's husband inflicted on her was not ordinary domestic violence.

That beast was chasing Zhu Xiulian with a kitchen knife that day.

At that time, the whole building was filled with Zhu Xiulian's miserable screams and wails.

Fortunately, there were several young and strong people living in the building, who, together with Song Xingwen, subdued Zhu Xiulian's husband.

Otherwise someone would have died that day.

Old Mrs. Song still remembers that Zhu Xiulian was covered in blood that day.

During those days, the nauseating smell of blood lingered in the corridor for a long time.

Unfortunately, even though the police were called and Zhu Xiulian was covered in blood and looked very scary, her husband did not receive any punishment.

He was only detained for three days.

After Zhu Xiulian's injury healed, she always wanted to thank Mrs. Song and her family.

But before, they had all been rejected by Old Lady Song.

Later, seeing that she insisted, Mrs. Song finally felt a little reluctant.

Therefore, Zhu Xiulian often came to the Song family these days.

Zhu Xiulian wiped away her tears and said, "Thanks to Aunt Song and Brother Song, otherwise I would be dead."

“They are my lifelong benefactors.”

Song Xingwen waved his hand quickly, "You are exaggerating. Everyone contributed that day. It's not just my credit."

Zhu Xiulian looked at Song Xingwen and nodded repeatedly, "Yes, I remember everyone's kindness."

It happened that the senior brother came out of the toilet.

Seeing that there was suddenly another person in the room, he looked a little confused.

Zhu Xiulian didn't expect that there was a child in the house.

The senior brother didn't wait for anyone to introduce him, but took the initiative to greet Zhu Xiulian.

"Hello, Auntie. I am Sister Ningning's younger brother."

Zhu Xiulian looked at him for a long time before she wiped her tears and smiled, "Okay, you two are both very good-looking."

She lowered her eyes, her voice gradually weakened, and she began to cry again, "He just hated me for not giving him a son, so he beat me every now and then."

"Sometimes they even beat my daughter."

"If I had a son as beautiful as this, maybe he wouldn't treat me like this. It's my fault."

"It's my bad luck."

Song Xingwen frowned, "It's not the woman's decision whether to have a boy or a girl. He actually used this as an excuse to hit you. He's really a piece of shit!"

Zhu Xiulian wiped away her tears and forced a smile, "If all men in the world were as reasonable as Brother Xingwen, my life wouldn't be so miserable."

Without waiting for anyone to respond, she opened the box she had brought back, revealing a box of fragrant and soft freshly baked waffles.

"Forget about that. I won't talk about my bad things anymore. Come and try the cookies I made. I baked them specially for you."

Old Mrs. Song waved her hands and said, "Take it back and eat it yourself, or give it to your daughter."

Actually, she had only heard that Zhu Xiulian had a daughter.

She has never seen what the daughter looks like.

Huo Ning suddenly stood up and his eyes fell on Zhu Xiulian.