Chapter 477 My Son is a Depressed Person 11
Zhang Jun didn't say anything, but just looked at Song Ran coldly with a very unfamiliar look in his eyes.
For a moment, Song Ran wondered if that bitch Luo An had sold him out, otherwise how could Zhang Jun have become like this.
"What's wrong with beating you? Whose daughter-in-law is the same as you? I think you just didn't beat her enough."
Old Mrs. Zhang enjoyed watching the fun, and when she saw her son finally take action, the anger that had been pent up in her heart for a day finally eased a little.
Song Ran ignored her and just stared at Zhang Jun with moist eyes. "Zhang Jun, are you worthy of me? I gave birth to your child and was your underground lover for four years. Now, after just one month of marriage, you hit me? Have you forgotten what you said to me?"
In the past, whenever Song Ran used this trick, Zhang Jun would always be defeated. After all, he liked Song Ran's pair of expressive eyes the most.
But this time, Zhang Jun's reaction was beyond Song Ran's expectations. As usual, he treated her coldly, not moved by her behavior at all. Instead, he became very angry. "What's wrong with hitting you? Didn't you always say that women will easily become violent if they don't get beaten for three days?"
Song Ran: ...
How could that be the same? She wanted Zhang Jun to treat Luo An, that bitch, violently. A family full of violence would not be stable. Then she could take advantage of the opportunity to take over, not to let Zhang Jun beat her.
Song Ran's mouth was dry, and he felt like he was shooting himself in the foot.
Song Ran tried to hold back, but still couldn't help reaching out to scratch Zhang Jun's face. She was not crazy. At this moment, she was more sober than anyone else. She just didn't want to be the second Luo An.
Song Ran knew exactly how Zhang Jun had dealt with the original owner over the years and how he viewed domestic violence, so she had to fight back hard the first time he did it to let Zhang Jun know that she was not someone to be trifled with.
She saw these on the Internet and she thought they made a lot of sense.
But the actual implementation is still far from what we imagined.
She has been doing light work in recent years, especially after she hooked up with Zhang Jun, she even quit her job. Every day she spends her time eating and going out to have fun, and her hands are not strong at all.
Fortunately, although Zhang Jun asked a doctor to reconnect his dislocated hand, it was still not very convenient and Song Ran scratched it, leaving several bleeding marks.
When Old Mrs. Zhang saw this situation, she became anxious. No matter how Zhang Jun treated her, he was born after Old Mrs. Zhang carried him for ten months. How could he be beaten by a woman?
Regardless of the pain in her fingers, Old Lady Zhang rushed forward and grabbed Song Ran's right hand, which was used to beat him. Old Man Zhang also stepped forward and grabbed Song Ran's left hand.
Being held by two people at the same time, Song Ran tried her best but still couldn't break free. Then she was slapped several times in the face, making her head buzz.
"Bitch, you dare to hit my son? I think you want to die."
"Son, take care of this woman. If you don't, this family will have to change its surname."
Zhang Jun wiped the blood oozing from the wound, raised his foot and kicked Song Ran in the heart a few more times.
A sharp pain came, and Song Ran felt pain all over her body, and she was sweating all over.
But the three members of the Zhang family have always been open to the outside world. She has no ability to resist and can only be forced to endure it.
Just as she looked up, she saw Zhang Xu standing in the corner watching them. Hope immediately surged in her heart, "Xiao Xu, save Mom."
When Zhang Jun heard this, he turned around and looked behind him, and saw his three-year-old son looking at them with indifference. If you look closely, there is a hint of excitement in his eyes.
Seeing the adults looking at him, Zhang Xu laughed heartlessly for a second, "Hit him!"
He also made some beating moves.
For some reason, Zhang Jun naturally compared Zhang Xu and Zhang Xin, and suddenly felt a chill on his back. His youngest son was so sad for his mother who raised him, so what about his father who didn't care about anything?
The farce in the Zhang family lasted for a long time until someone knocked on the door.
"Who are you?"
Old Mrs. Zhang looked at the man in a suit at the door and asked warily.
"Hello, I'm Wang Le from Jingcheng Law Firm. I'm here on behalf of Ms. Luo to discuss the redistribution of your property. Is Mr. Zhang home?"
When Mrs. Zhang heard that it was Luo An who sent the meeting, she closed the door without thinking, "No, no, my son is not here."
The action of closing the door was blocked by someone, but Wang Le still had a faint smile on his face, as if he didn't take Mrs. Zhang's rude attitude seriously at all.
"Ms. Luo only gives you one day. If Mr. Zhang is unwilling to sit down and talk, then we can only meet in court."
Most people don't want to deal with the court, thinking it is an extremely shameful thing. Old Mrs. Zhang feels even more so. When she heard that Luo An was going to sue her son in court, the curse words burst out like a suddenly unblocked pipe.
"Bitch, how dare she sue my son? Why doesn't she just die!"
"Go tell her! You can't get money unless you step over my dead body."
"A jinx! A troublemaker! She deserves her parents to die. Leaving her is the best decision my son has ever made."
As a lawyer, Wang Le was accustomed to seeing people like Old Lady Zhang. Some old ladies were even more tantrum-mongering than Old Lady Zhang. He simply waited quietly for her to vent for two minutes, then said calmly, "For your insult to my client, my client has the right to demand civil compensation."
Old Mrs. Zhang's scolding stopped abruptly. She didn't quite understand whether it was a civil matter or not, but she understood what the word compensation meant.
What? You're not allowed to curse now?
"You, don't scare me. I'm not someone who can be scared."
Wang Le didn't say anything, just looked at her quietly, but the way he kept silent was more frightening than when he spoke.
"I think it would be better for Mr. Zhang to let me in to talk. Otherwise, it's not just a matter of losing money. If it gets out of hand, I'm afraid I'll lose both my reputation and my reputation, and it will also affect Mr. Zhang's work."
Zhang Jun's weakness is work. He went to work injured today and was teased by his competitors for a long time. Even his boss pointedly criticized him. If he really affected the company's reputation...
Thinking of this, Zhang Jun let go of Song Ran and said, "Mom, let him in."
"Son, you..."
Old Mrs. Zhang did not agree with her son's behavior, but she was powerless to do anything. She could only slam the door shut, which earned her a few scolds from the neighbors.
"Mr. Zhang, please take a look at this agreement first."
Although Wang Le made this trip, he knew that the other party would not compromise easily. After all, the property in the agreement probably belonged to this family.
Zhang Jun flipped open the agreement and began to read it. His face darkened as he read on. Finally, he slammed his head on the table and said, "Impossible."
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