The small, dimly lit room was suddenly illuminated by a blinding white light. Shining directly into someone's eyes, the intense light caused their eyes to water, making it impossible to even open them.
Huang Siwen kept her eyes tightly closed, tears streaming uncontrollably down her cheeks. She should have looked like a pear blossom in the rain, but her overly swollen cheeks made her look particularly irritating.
"Comrades, you must stand up for me! How could he hit me in front of you?" Huang Siwen's cheeks were still red and swollen, even more so than before, but her speech was much clearer than before.
Two men dressed in military green uniforms sat at a small table. One of them was taking notes with a pen in his hand, while the other had a serious expression and a hint of disdain in his eyes.
They had already heard about Huang Siwen's actions from the square-faced man. Such a vain and malicious woman. Morally speaking, they wouldn't deign to help her, but from their own standpoint, they felt obligated to be fair and just.
The woman's sobbing was particularly jarring, disturbing the two men's peace of mind. They couldn't help but whisper, "Alright, if you don't need to say anything, then you don't need to. Just answer whatever I ask."
Huang Siwen was startled by the shout, her body trembled uncontrollably, and then she pursed her lips and dared not make any more trouble.
Compared to Huang Siwen's aggrieved expression, Wuyou's side seemed much more harmonious, and the person in charge of interrogating her was the same person with the square face from before.
“Aunt Zhao, although we know you have your reasons, hitting someone is wrong and does not conform to the words of our great Chairman.” The square-faced man placed his hands on the table, his expression serious.
"Okay, of course I know it's wrong to do this, but that woman is just too hateful. I wish I could beat her to death." Wuyou took a deep breath, her face still showing unabated anger, with a slight hint of guilt but no regret.
"In short, hitting someone is wrong. According to our current laws, you should be fined and detained. Of course, if the parties involved are willing to resolve this peacefully, then it won't be necessary." The square-faced man had a good impression of Wuyou, and his words became much gentler and more pertinent.
“No need to bother. I’m willing to be detained and fined. As for her? She definitely won’t let me go.” As he said this, a helpless and sorrowful look appeared on Wuyou’s face.
When the interrogation ended, Huang Siwen was about to leave with her chin held high, but someone blocked her way. She was stunned for a moment, then a ferocious look appeared on her face, and she spoke viciously.
"Why are you stopping me? Shouldn't you be stopping them?" She said this just as Wuyou and her son came out from inside, and her face turned even uglier.
"Huang Siwen, have you forgotten something? You haven't finished framing us yet!" Zhao Hongjun said coldly, unable to stand the other party's attitude.
"What frame-up? I... I didn't frame you, it must be true, you must have hidden the things." Huang Siwen roared recklessly, struggling to lunge forward, but was held down firmly, a look of humiliation on his face.
"Comrade, may I talk to her?" Wuyou patted Zhao Hongjun's hand to comfort him, then looked at the square-faced man and received his permission.
In just two minutes, only three people remained in the room. The sadness on Wuyou's face had vanished, and she was now coldly staring at Huang Siwen. Her gaze was so cold that it froze Huang Siwen in place, making her afraid to move.
"Huang Ziwen, I don't care why you did this, but my son and I aren't easy to bully. Don't think you can do whatever you want just because you got into Jinghua University. We have plenty of ways to deal with you." Wuyou said coldly, her tone so icy it was almost chilling.
"If you hadn't refused to give me my admission notice and threatened me with money, would I have treated you like this? You brought this on yourselves." Huang Siwen gritted her teeth. Over the years, she had never gained the slightest advantage from these two people; on the contrary, she had ended up battered and bruised. The more she thought about it, the angrier and angrier she became.
"It's an honor for your family that I, a city youth sent to the countryside, married into your family, but you make me do this and that all day long, treating me like a servant." As she spoke, she couldn't help but feel a little aggrieved.
“Huang Siwen, don’t think you’re superior just because you’re an educated youth. You were the one who begged us to marry you, not me.” Zhao Hongjun’s expression was cold and stern; he had long since lost all interest in his wife.
Huang Siwen bit her lip, "If you hadn't jumped into the water to save me back then, how could I have risked my reputation on you, and how could I have married you?"
If it weren't for that incident, she could have lived a good life in the village, and even Yu Xiaohong's current husband, Zhao Fang, would have been her man, instead of being taken advantage of by that bitch Yu Xiaohong.
"Ha, finally telling the truth!" Zhao Hongjun wasn't sad at all; instead, he felt a sense of "I knew it," and a feeling of resentment suddenly arose in his heart.
"Huang Siwen, today you ignore me, tomorrow you'll be begging for my attention. In the future, I, Zhao Hongjun, will definitely make you be begging for my attention." Zhao Hongjun clenched his fist and spoke slowly and deliberately. After speaking, he turned and left without waiting for anyone to reply.
"Tch..." Huang Siwen reacted and let out a disdainful sneer, "You? Just an ordinary farmer, a mud-legged fellow who toils in the soil?"
Wuyou remained silent during the couple's exchange, placing her hands folded on the table and tilting her head to look at Huang Siwen with a half-smile, a gaze that made one feel extremely uncomfortable.
"Huang Siwen, I really want to straighten you out, but alas, you are not virtuous enough." Wuyou said this. This was her initial thought, but some people are just like that... truly rotten wood, impossible to carve.
Huang Siwen didn't speak, but Wuyou could read the answer in her eyes: she was disdainful.
“You had ulterior motives before, thinking that by reporting us you wouldn’t have to pay back the money and could even get money from our family, but you miscalculated. The conditions I offered you remain the same. As long as you come up with two hundred yuan, I will return the admission notice to you, get Hong Jun to divorce you, and from then on our two families will have nothing to do with each other.”
After saying that, Wuyou didn't look at Huang Siwen's ugly face anymore and turned to leave. Two hundred yuan is a huge sum of money for any family, let alone Huang Siwen.
The impact of this incident on her will be much greater than she imagined. She won't even need to do anything more; this woman will bring about her own downfall.
Thinking of this, Wuyou felt a little happier. She opened the door and was taken away. She gave Zhao Hongjun a reassuring look. It was only a little over ten days. She didn't care. Besides, beating someone was so satisfying.
Zhao Hongjun clenched his fists. He had never felt so strongly about making something of himself. He was determined to succeed, to make those who looked down on him regret it, and to make his family proud.
A tiny seed took root in his heart and gradually grew into a towering tree.
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