Seeing that Ding Rumei was still standing there in a daze, Li Qingqing put Tuantuan on the sofa, turned her head and said softly, "Cousin, I haven't been staying here for the past two days, and I don't know where I put my water cup. Could you please find it for me so I can pour myself a glass of water?"
Ding Rumei was somewhat unwilling; Li Qingqing had actually treated her like a maid!
But one can't hit a smiling face. Li Qingqing had a waiting expression on her face, so she didn't say anything. She could only nod awkwardly and go into the kitchen to boil water.
Zhou Dawei was waiting at the door when he saw Song Zhaodi walking over from afar. His wooden face instantly broke into a wide smile, almost to the point of bursting with laughter.
"Zhaodi, I knew you would come to see me. I admit I went too far with what I did before, but it was all for the good of our family. I know you resent me, but I have now deeply realized my mistakes. I promise I will never do it again, and I will never hit you again. I have already bought the tickets home. Let's go back now."
A flash of hatred crossed his eyes. He had been searching for Song Zhaodi's whereabouts day and night for days. This crazy woman actually dared to run away to such a far place behind his back. He was detained in the police station for several days.
That place was no place for a human to stay. He couldn't eat or sleep properly there. If it weren't for that spendthrift woman, Song Zhaodi, he wouldn't have had to endure that ordeal.
"Who said I was leaving with you?"
Before Song Zhaodi could speak, Shu Ying, who was following behind, met his gaze.
Zhou Dawei's eyes flickered, while Shu Ying's face remained cold. The memory of the beating he received that day terrified him.
This damn woman looks so small, but I don't know where she gets such strength. She always hits where it hurts.
He's been out of the police station for several days now, and he still has many wounds that haven't healed. His back is covered in bruises, with not a single patch of healthy skin.
“Zhao Di, even a day as husband and wife is worth a hundred days of kindness. After all, we have lived together for so many years. I have thought it through these days. I was a bastard before. I beg you, please come back with me. If you are still not satisfied, I will kneel on the ground and kowtow to you.”
Shu Ying turned to look at Song Zhaodi. She was surprised to find that the man had become smarter after just a few days and now knew to use his brain to think.
He instinctively reached out to take Song Zhaodi's hand, but was stopped by a look from Shu Ying.
“Young lady, I have no grudge against you. We country folk just want to live an honest and simple life. I’m taking my wife back home so she won’t cause you any trouble. Why are you making excuses?”
With so many people watching, Zhou Dawei couldn't say much to Shu Ying, so he could only guide some comments to smear her.
Song Zhaodi glared at him angrily: "It's no use you coming. I won't go back with you. You know in your heart how outrageous the things you did in the past were. If I go back with you today, I don't know if I'll see the sun tomorrow! Zhou Dawei, if you're still a man, get the divorce certificate with me. From now on, we'll have nothing to do with each other anymore."
Song Zhaodi's voice trembled, but she couldn't let Shu Ying stand up for her again.
"What happens between the two of us has nothing to do with anyone else. Don't drag irrelevant people into this."
Zhou Dawei nodded, and seeing that more and more people were gathering around him, his voice softened a bit.
"Zhao Di, I sincerely want to live a good life with you. Why don't you hit me a few times to vent your anger? As long as you feel better, I'll do whatever you want. We've been together for so many years. What I did in the past was terrible."
As Zhou Dawei spoke, he slapped himself twice in front of everyone without any mercy.
His words and actions have ironically put Song Zhaodi in a more passive position.
Those who came to watch the commotion, adhering to the principle of reconciliation rather than separation and protecting the family, offered words of comfort to Song Zhaodi.
"Everyone makes mistakes sometimes. Since he already knows he's wrong, you should give him a chance. It's not easy for two people to get married. When you were dating, it wasn't just about the two of you. Now that you're married, it's about two families."
Zhou Dawei nodded repeatedly: "Yes, Zhao Di, you should think about it too. Your parents are already so old. If they know that the two of us have gotten to this point, they might get anxious again. I have no other thoughts. When we go back this time, I will definitely make up for all the grievances you suffered before."
Seeing his sincere attitude in admitting his mistake, Tian Fang, who was picking up her child from school, sighed: "Sister, I know you may have your own difficulties, but we can't just think about ourselves when we're alive. It takes two to tango. If there's a problem between the two of you, it can't be just his fault. What kind of grudge can a husband and wife hold overnight? In the end, we still have to live our lives well."
Li Rong also agreed: "We've all been through this. Sometimes you can't condemn everyone with one blow. You should also be more open-minded. At least he can recognize his mistakes. Actually, it's rare to find a man like that. Don't hold a grudge against him anymore."
“Men are supposed to be the pillars of the family. They’re big and strong, so they might not realize all the problems. When couples live together, it’s like a spoon hitting the edge of a pot. How can that be avoided? If they get angry over such a small thing, then they can’t live together.”
Opinions varied, and Zhou Dawei, seeing that the situation was in his favor, was secretly pleased with himself.
Song Zhaodi was caught in a dilemma, and her anxiety and panic intensified.
These people's words of comfort were all under the guise of doing what was best for her, just like when she repeatedly tried to run away from the village, the villagers said the same thing.
Their words, their tone, their eyes—they were exactly the same as those people.
These people were closing in step by step, pressing down on her so much that she could hardly breathe.
The current scene overlapped with the past, and cold sweat streamed down Song Zhaodi's forehead. The constantly moving lips of these people were like a nightmare.
Song Zhaodi lowered her head helplessly, tears streaming down her face as she suppressed the turmoil and anger surging within her.
Does this mean that no matter where I go in my life, I can never escape Zhou Dawei?
How could she accept her fate so easily?
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