"Gulp..." She made a painful gasp in her throat, but her laughter was so happy it was almost ferocious.
As soon as she finished speaking, she closed her eyes, her stubbornness vanished, and darkness descended upon her.
God discovered she had an extra life, and probably wanted to take it back.
That's why if she wanted to reach heights she had never reached in her previous life, she had to risk her life with every step she took!
Even after all that terrible stuff, she still survived! Survived!!!
Ning Yuan simply let herself faint in his arms.
Rong Zhaonan carefully held the girl in his arms, whose head and face were covered in blood, who was unconscious but still tightly gripping the cleaver, her tiger's mouth split open.
His arms trembled, he closed his eyes, and forcefully suppressed all the surging emotions in his heart: "Hmm...you're very capable."
If it weren't for his requirement that she call the front desk of his place every day to leave him a message and let him know she was safe...
If it weren't for the fact that he returned from the equipment testing mission late at night, he would have made it a habit to check the front desk of the internal guesthouse every day for the messages she had sent him.
Without even changing their clothes, they scaled the wall and rushed over from the military region using the shortest route...
What will happen to her? What will happen to her?!
"Captain, we're almost done cleaning up." Chen Chen's deep voice rang out behind Rong Zhaonan.
Their arrival led to the swift, overwhelming subjugation and elimination of all the criminals.
The remaining few survivors were sent to the police for questioning. Given their utter depravity, they would likely face swift trial and execution.
Hearing the sirens of the fire trucks, Rong Zhaonan calmly issued the orders—
"We contacted the nearest hospital and sent all the injured people there first, while others stayed behind to cooperate with the police in taking statements and fighting the fire."
He looked down at the unconscious girl in his arms.
No……
Rong Zhaonan felt suffocated and bitter, but equally shocked by her desperate efforts.
Even if he hadn't appeared, his young wife would have fought desperately and worked hard to survive.
Rong Zhaonan looked deeply at the person in his arms, then carried her out.
The Ning family's little girl, like a blade of grass growing in a crack in the rock, knows how to fight for her own life, and she can also turn the tables like a rabbit kicking an eagle.
He should be proud of her; she is Rong Zhaonan's wife.
...
Ning Yuan hasn't had this depressing dream for almost a year.
She groggily got out of bed, glancing at the clock on the wall as she dressed—6:15.
Like Shanghai, winters in Ningnan are damp and cold, chilling you to the bone.
She brushed her teeth and washed her face haphazardly, then started the stove to prepare breakfast for her husband, adoptive mother, and daughter.
She remembered it for the rest of her life—her husband only ate salty food and never sweets.
However, Ning Jinyun, the adoptive mother, is getting old and pays attention to health, but she likes to eat sweets and has at least three light and slightly sweet breakfast items.
You also need calcium-rich foods like milk and eggs.
If she didn't enjoy her food, the old lady would point her finger at her and berate her as an unfilial, worthless wretched person, saying she shouldn't have raised her in the first place.
The husband, however, rarely said a word. He finished his meal quickly, got into the driver's car, and drove off to be his Director Li.
He has a strong palate and likes spicy food, so he actually dislikes her bland cooking. However, Director Li has to drink and socialize almost every day at noon and in the evening.
She took her child to school, then came home from get off work, rolled up her sleeves, and started buying groceries, cooking, then washing dishes, wiping the stove, mopping the floor, doing laundry, hanging clothes to dry, and tidying up the house...
Li Yan lay on the sofa reading the newspaper and watching TV, occasionally coldly criticizing her for not doing a good job with housework.
If you ask him to help with the laundry, he'll mix red, black, and white clothes together and ruin a whole bunch.
When she's mopping the floor or doing housework, she's used to asking things like, "Could you help me take out the trash?"
Her husband's slightest assistance was a tremendous help, and she didn't feel there was anything wrong with it.
She can be happy for a long time if she occasionally receives a compliment from her husband, friends, boss, or colleagues saying she is a "good woman".
Days passed by like flowing water, decades went by.
Actually... it's not particularly bad.
Isn't it just that my adoptive mother, whom I've cared for my whole life and taken care of until her death, doesn't like me?
Isn't it just that her husband dislikes her, and she has a female confidante of ten or twenty years?
Isn't it just that having too many miscarriages makes your body very weak, and you're often sick and don't have enough money for medicine?
The most unbearable thing in this world is comparing misery.
Her adoptive mother mocked her, asking what she had to be dissatisfied with compared to those women who were sold to the mountains.
You're not good at making money, and your meager salary isn't enough to support your daughter. You live off your husband's salary. What can you do?
People can only be happy if they are content! Don't be a pushover!
At night, she would read the warm and lonely words in the book and quietly write down her thoughts.
The poem says that life is not just about the present hardships, but also about poetry and distant places.
She had never seen what poetry and distant places meant; everyone around her said that only restless, lowly women would dream of such things.
Even her aunt, who had once supported her education, coldly remarked—
Women who are married, have children, and don't care about their families or go to school are just cheap!
Don't keep thinking about transferring to another unit and causing trouble for your selfless husband.
Isn't it better to live a peaceful life for your adoptive mother, husband, and daughter? Why be a subservient person?
It's as if there's an invisible hand in this world that forcefully and gradually shoves her into the mold called "virtuous wife and loving mother".
But every time she looked up at the sky from her "good wife and mother" persona, she felt a sense of oppression and suffocation.
Perhaps, I am just as my adoptive mother, Ning Jinyun, scolded me.
There's a restless... restless, scoundrel in my blood.
She lacks education and the ability to earn money... but it's not that she doesn't want to study and earn money.
It's not that she can't; no one gave her that opportunity, and no one told her that education is a way for girls to change their destiny...
The thought flashed through my mind, and suddenly—"Bang!"
That peaceful yet oppressive past life was instantly shattered by a shotgun bullet!
Flames erupted, and in an instant, a blood-covered, ferocious bandit grabbed her throat viciously!
"You worthless wretch! What's the use of a woman reading so many books? You think you can make your way in the world? Look, this is the price you pay!"
Cheapskate...cheapskate...
The pain of having her throat strangled made her struggle desperately.
His eyes were bloodshot, and his face was twisted and ferocious.
So what if she's a slut!
In this life, she's not only going to be a slut, she's going to kill him! Kill him!!
"Whoa—!" Ning Yuan suddenly sat up like a spring.
She trembled all over, her eyes glazed over as she fumbled around, crying out, "My knife! Where's my knife?!"
A hand gently rested on her shoulder.
Ning Yuan tensed up and instinctively grabbed a kettle from the table and threw it at the other person!
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