Yang Dazhuang was also angry, completely forgetting that she was unwell. He pulled her off him and slapped her several times, causing her face to swell up immediately. Images of his grandmother coaxing him to sleep when he was a baby flashed through his mind.
“My grandmother has never suffered any injustice in her life. As her granddaughter-in-law, how dare you slap her in the face? Don’t you respect me?”
"I'm your man, you have to listen to me."
"If you dare hit my grandma, I won't let you get away with it."
“Zhou Wenwen, what exactly is your relationship with Yang Huaiyuan? My grandma only said one thing to you, why won’t you let her off the hook? You even slapped her face until it was swollen. Be careful, my grandpa and dad will come back to haunt you tonight.”
In his memory, his grandfather and father were both very good to his grandmother.
It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that she was completely obedient to everyone.
She, a newlywed wife, dared to ride roughshod over his grandmother. He was afraid that his grandfather and father would turn into vengeful ghosts and come looking for him in the middle of the night. The more Yang Dazhuang hit her, the angrier he became, until the image of Zhou Wenwen helping Yang Huaiyuan leave appeared in his mind.
His eyes were filled with malice as he grabbed her hair and dragged her up.
"Dazhuang, stop."
Even if He Xiaoman tried to stop her, she didn't really feel sorry for Zhou Wenwen. Zhou Wenwen was pregnant, nominally with Yang Dazhuang's child, but she didn't care whose child it was. Anyone with eyes could see that.
He Xiaoman was certainly not stupid.
But it doesn't matter whose grandson he is; as long as he grows up in her family, he is her grandson.
“Dazhuang, she’s carrying your child, and who taught you to beat your wife?”
"Grandma, she went too far."
He Xiaoman pulled Yang Dazhuang away, saying, "She's gone too far. You should try to persuade her, not resort to violence. If you do this, no one will know why you did it—she hit your mother and is also involved with other men."
People will only think you're a domestic abuser, that you beat your wife, and that you're a bad person.
He Xiaoman's voice was neither too loud nor too soft, just loud enough for everyone to hear.
The person who was about to pull her up stopped in their tracks, looking at Zhou Wenwen with disdain in their eyes.
Beating an elderly person or cheating on her husband—if it were them, they would surely be beaten to death.
This old lady is such a kind person; she even advised her grandson to be gentle.
Zhou Wenwen was stunned by the beating and squatted on the ground, covering her head.
Yang Dazhuang angrily helped his grandmother up, "Get up."
Zhou Wenwen had never heard Yang Dazhuang speak so harshly before. She had barely exchanged a few words with Yang Huaiyuan during the day when that bitch Qiao Wanyue interrupted her, and Yang Huaiyuan was also injured. She didn't know how he was doing.
When He Xiaoman arrived, she criticized her, and she only slapped her a few times out of anger.
Yang Dazhuang, who had always doted on her, actually dared to hit her.
Zhou Wenwen clenched her fingers in anger; she was determined to teach Yang Dazhuang a lesson.
Zhou Wenwen is not someone to be bullied.
Where Yang Dazhuang couldn't see, Zhou Wenwen's eyes flashed with a fierce ruthlessness, her gaze like shattered ice, her fingers clenched into a fist.
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