"Go to jail? Pay money?" Fang Zhaodi glanced at Fang Zhiyi and saw encouragement in his eyes. She took a step forward, rolled up her sleeves, and revealed the scars.
"What about when you hit me? Did you also have to go to jail and pay money?"
The villagers were in an uproar.
It’s not that they didn’t know that Fang Zhaodi had been beaten, but it was the first time they saw Fang Zhaodi with scars. Hearing about it and seeing it with their own eyes are two different concepts.
Everyone immediately started talking about it, and considering the Huang family's usual behavior, the accusations became louder and louder.
"Shut up! What are you doing?! Our family affairs are none of your business!" Old Mrs. Huang yelled, her face grim. "Inspector, arrest him! No, arrest both of them! They're in cahoots with each other!"
The inspector pushed his hat up and said, "As you said, your family's affairs are family affairs. I have no right to interfere."
Fang Zhiyi gave the inspector a thumbs up in his heart.
The inspector looked at Fang Zhiyi and said, "But you, even though your sister married here, you can't just stay in someone else's house." He glanced at the Huang family and said, "Why don't you take your sister home to stay for a few days? That way, both sides can calm down."
Fang Zhaodi was stunned. Go home? Did she still have a home? What would her father do to her if she went back?
The Huang family members were also a little excited: "No! How can you be an inspector? You didn't even arrest them!"
Old Mrs. Huang even recounted the torture her family had endured that day and night, but few people believed her. After all, her reputation was there. Instead, there were many sarcastic remarks, especially from several aunts who usually didn't get along with her.
Fang Zhiyi coughed and said, "I'm sorry, Inspector. It's my fault. I was so worried about my sister that I came to see her. This is what caused the quarrel at home. I'll go back now."
The inspector nodded in satisfaction, then glared at the Huang family members: "You guys have so much to do every day!"
The Huang family had always been somewhat afraid of the Guan family. Even Old Lady Huang, who wanted to continue arguing, was stopped by her own son.
"It's okay. Once that lunatic leaves, won't that bitch be under control?"
Old Mrs. Huang thought about it and agreed, so she changed her tone.
The inspectors left, and the villagers who were talking about it left. Old man Huang was so angry that his face turned blue. From today on, he had no face to go out!
After Fang Zhiyi left, Old Lady Huang rushed into the yard cursing and ordered the old man to lock the gate and asked her son to use a stick to enforce the "family law". However, Fang Zhaodi locked herself in the house.
Huang Minhao knocked on the door several times, but there was no response from inside.
"You damn bitch! Don't think you can hide! You think he's here to help you? Huh? He's here to ask for money! You Fang family are a bunch of debt collectors! Open the door! I'm going to peel off your skin today..."
The door suddenly opened, and Huang Minhao felt something hitting him in the face. Before he could react, his whole face was in excruciating pain!
Fang Zhaodi, who had been angry with herself for a long time, looked at the brick in her hand in a daze. Fang Zhiyi asked her to put it under her pillow, but she didn't expect it to be true.
Huang Minhao squatted on the ground with his hands covering his face in pain. Seeing this, Old Lady Huang opened her hands and was about to pounce, but Fang Zhaodi took out the firewood pike. Seeing the sharp blade, Old Lady Huang was stunned for a moment. The next moment, a slap was slapped on her face. Her already swollen face was hit and she howled in pain.
Old man Huang was a little at a loss. Normally, he was a transparent man who enjoyed watching his daughter-in-law being beaten. Now, he was still like a transparent man, standing there, neither going forward nor backward.
"From today on, I have the final say in this family." Fang Zhaodi said word by word.
"You bitch..." Huang Minhao, who had recovered a little, stood up slowly. Then, with his face full of blood from his nose, he felt another hit on the face. This time he was sure that it was not a brick, but a shoe sole.
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