"Oh, we've known each other for so long, what's there to hide? Tell me, and I promise I won't tell anyone." They weren't afraid of stirring up trouble, they were just curious about what Yun Jin had said that made Sister Lin, who had been getting beaten up all along, suddenly break down.
Sister Lin isn't stupid; she wouldn't want to cause trouble for herself.
She figured it out: if you don't provoke Yun Jin, she can be quite friendly, nodding and smiling at you when you meet.
If she finds out you're talking about crickets behind her back, she'll seize any opportunity to get revenge.
All she said to Li Aimei was a few words that Li Aimei overheard, and it caused discord between the couple. She was almost divorced. Lin's wife truly experienced how terrifying that woman was.
They can get people from Beijing sent to labor camps.
If I can't afford to offend them, can't I at least avoid them?
Seeing that Sister Lin was tight-lipped and would get angry if asked too much, the other sisters-in-law became even more curious. One of them even asked Yun Jin, "What exactly did you say to Sister Lin that night? She always put up with things before."
Yun Jin was about to be laughed to death by her sister-in-law, who was watching the drama unfold: "If you want to know, remember to come find me after you got beaten up that day. I'm good at giving advice."
The woman, who was watching the drama unfold, choked for a moment: "My husband and I are doing fine. He never lays a hand on me. Don't talk nonsense. I just tripped and fell that day. He didn't kick me. Don't misunderstand."
Yun Jin, looking like she'd just gotten the juiciest gossip, raised an eyebrow: "Oh, you fell on your own, not kicked by a man. I understand, I won't make things up. As long as you're happy, sister-in-law."
Watching her leave, the gossiping woman chased after her, offering a flimsy explanation: "I really fell by myself, we're perfectly fine!"
Yun Jin nodded perfunctorily: "I know you two have a good relationship. I'm home now. Why don't you come in and sit down? Tell me how you fell, so I can be more careful next time and avoid falling like I've been kicked?"
The woman who had been watching the drama left awkwardly. She knew that saying more would only make things worse, and if she continued, people would definitely assume that she had been a victim of domestic violence.
That is indeed the case.
They don't use fists, they use feet.
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