Yang Qing was imprisoned at home by Wenqu.
During this period, she pretended to be well-behaved and obedient, just to ease Wenqu's vigilance.
However, no matter whether Wen Qu was going out to work or for something else, he would still lock her in the room and never let his guard down.
That day, Wen Qu suddenly received a phone call. He looked hurried and hurried out after answering the phone, as if he had completely forgotten that Yang Qing was still locked up in the room.
When Yang Qing heard the door click shut, her heart skipped a beat. She tiptoed to the door and tentatively pulled the door handle.
Unexpectedly, the door opened.
The long period of confinement made her every move full of hesitation. She took a cautious step forward and looked around vigilantly.
After confirming that Wenqu had completely left, Yang Qing's long-suppressed desire instantly broke through the shackles, and she ran towards the gate without hesitation.
She reached out her hand anxiously and pulled the door hard. Through the narrow gap, a large, shining lock lay coldly before her eyes, ruthlessly announcing that her hope of escaping through the main gate was dashed.
Yang Qing cast her eyes anxiously towards the wall, but the wall was densely packed with broken glass, which flashed sharp and dangerous light in the sunlight, making her hesitate.
She paced back and forth in the yard, each step quick and anxious.
Just then, a shabby ladder in the corner of the wall caught her sight.
Yang Qing's eyes lit up instantly. She rushed over immediately, grabbed the ladder tightly with both hands, and dragged the wooden ladder towards the wall with great effort.
The ladder rubbed against the ground, making a harsh sound, and each sound felt like a heavy blow on her tense nerves.
Finally, the ladder was leaning against the wall. Without even taking a breath, Yang Qing climbed up using his hands and feet.
Her movements were hurried and eager, and she climbed to the top. Facing the wall full of broken glass, Yang Qing gritted her teeth and did not retreat at all.
She took a deep breath and carefully put one foot onto the wall.
Then she quickly put her other foot on it. The sharp touch of broken glass came through the sole of her shoe, and the stinging pain seemed to spread throughout her body in an instant.
At this critical moment, she used all her strength, covered her head with her hands, and jumped out of the wall.
Although she stayed on the broken glass for a very short time and jumped down at an extremely fast speed, the sharp glass still cut into her feet.
The moment she landed, a piercing pain attacked her feet. She staggered and almost fell.
Only then did Yang Qing realize that his feet were covered in blood. The bright red blood was seeping out through the gaps in his slippers, leaving bloodstains on the ground.
There was a piercing pain in my ankle, as if countless steel needles were piercing into it.
But at this moment, Yang Qing had no time to care about these things.
She endured the pain and limped out of the alley. Every step she took was accompanied by piercing pain. Yang Qing's desire to survive made her desperate.
Unfortunately, a neighbor lady saw Yang Qing in such a sorry state and couldn't help but shout, "Wen's wife, where are you going?"
Yang Qing turned a deaf ear and continued to run forward, stumbling, with the bloodstains under his feet becoming more and more messy.
The deterrent power of the neighbor aunt's voice cannot be underestimated.
When several elderly women nearby heard the shouting, they all came out of their houses.
The Wen family lived at the very end of the alley. If they wanted to get to the main road outside, they had to pass through the doors of every household.
Yang Qing knew that he had to race against time.
She gritted her teeth and tried her best to speed up her pace, but her injured foot would not obey her and every step seemed extremely difficult.
It turned out that Wenqu had given a lot of things to these neighbor aunties before, and he also specifically told them that his wife was not mentally normal, and if there was anything wrong, they must help keep an eye out.
So, seeing Yang Qing fleeing in such a panic, the aunts chased after him without hesitation.
Yang Qing was already at the end of her strength at this time. Although she was full of desire for freedom, she had just been injured while climbing over the wall and her body was extremely weak. How could she possibly outrun the aunties who were full of energy and chased their grandchildren every day?
She hadn't run far when she felt a pair of hands grabbing her arms tightly from behind.
The aunt who first called out to Yang Qing said, "Mrs. Wen, look at yourself, you are covered in blood. Where are you going? How about we call your teacher Wen and take you to the hospital?" As she spoke, the aunt reached out to steady Yang Qing.
Yang Qing was extremely anxious. She pushed the aunties' hands away with force, shook her head desperately, and said in a crying voice: "No, I can go by myself." At this moment, her eyes were full of fear and despair.
"That won't do. Your teacher Wen has long asked us to take good care of you and has even given us so many things." An elderly woman frowned and said firmly.
"Yes, you are not very smart, we must take good care of you." Another aunt also agreed.
Seeing that she couldn't break free, Yang Qing burst into tears.
Her knees went weak and she fell to her knees with a thud, begging bitterly: "Please, let me go. Wenqu will beat me to death. Please call the police for me, please?" Her voice was trembling and full of helplessness.
"Teacher Wen looks such a gentle man, how could he hit you? No wonder Teacher Wen said you have that...what's the name of that disease?" An old lady said in a sharp voice, with a puzzled look on her face.
"It's paranoia!" an old lady nearby quickly reminded.
"Yes, yes, that's it." Several aunts nodded.
Another auntie echoed: "What couple doesn't quarrel and argue in their life? They fight at the head of the bed and make up at the foot of the bed."
Yang Qing was anxious and angry, her body shaking uncontrollably, but the aunties' hands were like iron clamps, holding her tightly and making her unable to move.
When it rains, the roof leaks; the hemp rope breaks at the thinnest part.
Wenqu appeared at the end of the road.
At this moment, Wen Qu had a gentle smile on his face as usual, but in Yang Qing's eyes, that smile was more terrifying than the devil's hideousness.
He walked at a leisurely pace and calmly took Yang Qing from the aunts' arms, maintaining a gentle look from beginning to end.
But Yang Qing only felt that Wen Qu's hands were like sharp iron hooks, grabbing her even harder than the aunties just now, as if they wanted to dig into her flesh.
Yang Qing felt that all the blood in her body had frozen, and the chill spread from her heart to her entire body. Her body was shaking like a sieve, but no matter how she struggled, she could not escape Wen Qu's seemingly gentle but actually powerful control.
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