Chapter 1147 Jiang Wanxing was abused
The Meng family’s courtyard wall was not high. Although Jiang Wanxing was a civilian in the army, he had excellent physical fitness. He climbed up the wall in two steps, flipped over, took out a small camera from his bag, and walked to the window.
But after taking just two steps, she heard Jiang Wanxing crying: "Stop hitting me, Auntie, it's illegal for you to hit me like this."
"Bah, what law am I breaking? You are a slut who insisted on staying in my house. Even if I go to the police station, I can tell them openly that I hit my disobedient daughter-in-law."
"I'm not..."
"If it's not, why do you live in my house? You little slut, no one in your family wants you anymore. What you wear and what you eat every day are all from my Meng family. It's okay that you can't cook, but you can't even wash clothes cleanly. You even broke two dishes when you were washing them. You're a loser, I'll beat you to death."
"Ah... it hurts! Meng Hui, please say something!"
Meng Hui's low voice came helplessly: "Xingxing, don't talk back to my mother. It's not easy for my mother to raise me. You should be considerate of her. It's not appropriate for you to talk back like this all the time."
"You..." Jiang Wanxing stopped crying and stopped shouting in pain. The only sound in the room was the sound of something whipping meat strips.
Jiang Wanjing saw everything through the window glass and his face turned black with anger.
He walked to the door and kicked it open.
Hearing the noise coming from the door, the people in the room were startled. Meng Mu came out with a willow branch as thick as a finger, cursing and shouting. When she saw Jiang Wanjing holding a camera and filming the scene inside, with a gloomy face, as if wrapped in a storm, she was so scared that she took a step back unconsciously.
Jiang Wanjing did not hit her or say a word. She walked straight to the bedroom door. The camera clearly captured Jiang Wanxing, who was tied to the bed leg with his hands behind his back and covered with scars.
Jiang Wanxing looked very ferocious with his hair disheveled. The moment he saw Jiang Wanjing appear, his expression seemed to be shattered. He bit his lip, tears as big as beans welled up in his eyes, and he dared not say a word.
Jiang Wanjing put away the camera and tried to go over.
Meng's mother was anxious and grabbed him: "Why are you back again? You are breaking into a private house."
Jiang Wanjing pushed her away and kicked Meng Hui, who was standing at the door without saying a word.
His force was not light, and Meng Hui was kicked from the door to the bedroom wall, and he groaned in pain.
When Meng's mother saw her son being beaten, she howled and shouted: "How dare you break into a private house and beat people? I'm going to sue you..."
"I'll call the police for you," Jiang Wanjing said, and took out her cell phone and called the police.
Meng's mother was nervous: "No, no, no, let's settle it privately!"
"Are you dreaming?" Jiang Wanjing's eyes were fixed on her face, and his expression was like a ghost crawling out of hell: "Based on the footage I just recorded, kidnapping, illegal imprisonment and intentional injury are enough to make you die in prison."
After the call was connected, Jiang Wanjing described the situation in a light tone.
Meng Mu tried to snatch Jiang Wanjing's phone, and Jiang Wanjing added calmly to the other end of the phone: "The other party is trying to snatch my phone now, which is also one of my complaints."
Meng Mu hurriedly stepped back and waved her hand: "No, no, I won't snatch it. I just want to tell you that we are very sincere and will settle it with you privately."
Jiang Wanjing finished talking to the police, hung up the phone, walked to Jiang Wanxing, squatted down, and untied her.
Jiang Wanxing lowered her head, not daring to look into Jiang Wanjing's eyes, but tears fell on her trouser legs.
Jiang Wanjing stared at what Jiang Wanxing was wearing at the moment. She was wearing a dirty red and black plaid top with a gray pilled sweater underneath. She was wearing a pair of dirty, baggy jeans with the legs rolled up, which were obviously too long. She was wearing a pair of ill-fitting black Beijing cloth shoes...
Even though she was pretty, she looked very rustic at the moment.
Jiang Wanjing was so angry that she threw the rope on the ground and looked at Meng Hui, who was sitting on the ground and trembling, not sure whether it was because of pain or fear.
"Meng Hui, is this what you said, that you like Jiang Wanxing?"
Meng Hui shook his head: "No...it's not me, it's my mother..."
"I recorded it clearly just now. You said your mother has a hard time and asked my Jiang Wanxing to forgive her."
"That's because Xingxing is clumsy at everything. She made a mess when cooking and broke two dishes when washing dishes. She even couldn't wash clothes properly. She poured out half a bag of detergent, wasted a lot of water, but the clothes were not washed clean. My mother was very angry, so..."
"Isn't it because you said you loved her and wanted to be with her forever that she stayed? Isn't it because your mother said she loved her very much and would treat her well for the rest of her life that she stayed?
What you mean by being good is that you let her be your nanny? Your mother's life has not been easy. Did it start to become difficult after Xingxing moved into your home? Before Xingxing came, someone could cook and wash clothes. After she came, she is the only one who can do these things?"
Meng's mother explained, "She doesn't know how to do anything. Our family is poor. We can't always support her for nothing. I also want to teach her some life skills."
"She is the eldest daughter of the Jiang family. She only needs to stretch out her hands to get clothes and open her mouth to get food. Why should she learn life skills? Meng Hui, you are a waste. You obviously have no skills, but you actually want to try to pick stars from the sky. In the end, you picked them down, but you didn't have the ability to make them shine. Instead, you complain that the stars have no light?"
Meng's mother didn't want to say this to Jiang Wanjing. She was a little anxious now. "Can you cancel the police call first and let's talk slowly? I can't go to jail. I still have two sons to raise. If I go to jail, what will happen to my children?"
"Now that you remember that you still have a child to raise, why didn't you think about the
fact that Wanxing was also the apple of someone else's eye when you abused other people's children?" Mother Meng felt guilty: "I know about this. I did some wrong things, but I can make up for it. We will compensate you. You are not short of money. We... compensate... one thousand. Is one thousand okay?"
Jiang Wanjing sneered with sarcasm in her eyes.
"How about I tie you up like this, beat you for half a month, and then pay you one thousand yuan? No, if that's the way it works, then I want to imprison you for a year, beat you for a year, and give you twenty-four thousand yuan. How about that?"
Meng's mother thought that the other party thought the money was too little, and immediately said, "I, I, I, I will pay you ten thousand yuan."
Jiang Wanjing glanced at Jiang Wanxing: "Did you hear that? I said before that I could only give you one thousand as a betrothal gift. Now, in order to settle my own affairs, I can give you ten thousand. You are so cheap."
Jiang Wanxing was ashamed and hung his head even lower.
Jiang Wanjing retracted her gaze and turned to Meng Mu, with a cold smile on her lips: "Even if you pay me 100 million, my Jiang family doesn't care. My sister can be happy, which is much more valuable than your life. In order to vent her anger, you, an old woman, will only end up in one way..."