The rural doctor is busy with farming, and her abstinent husband can't bear it

After he finished speaking, a hint of loneliness flashed in his eyes, which was a kind of deep helplessness for not being able to control what was right and wrong.

When everyone heard this, they stepped forward, some patted their chests, some nodded, and said in unison: "Don't worry, there are so many eyes watching, the facts are obvious, and we will never let you suffer an unjustifiable crime."

One of them was even more indignant: "Stealing in broad daylight is shameless, and if you can turn the tables, it is really shameless."

Another person shook his head and sighed: "Alas, it's really unlucky to have such a person."

Jiang Xunzhong was awakened by a burst of noise. He rubbed his sleepy eyes and pushed the door open. He saw a crowd gathered in front of Jiang Ziling's door, talking.

Out of curiosity, he quickened his pace to find out what was going on.

However, this exploration became a pain in his heart that he didn't want to touch.

What Zhao did undoubtedly left another deep scar on his already shattered dignity.

He tried to escape, but the enthusiastic villagers would not let him go. They pulled him aside and made him take a closer look at the mess.

"Look at what a mess this room is in! And this closet, where she fell down..."

Someone gestured, his tone full of indignation, "Zi Ling asked us to come because she was afraid of being bitten back. You happened to be here, you should know the whole story, don't indulge her nonsense anymore!"

These words were like dense arrows, and every one of them hit Jiang Xunzhong's heart. He was so ashamed that he wished he could escape.

Looking at Zhao lying limp on the ground, his heart was burning with anger. He picked up a bucket of cold water, intending to wake her up and make her face reality.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Ziling stopped this move in a calm tone as soon as he started: "Carry her out first and then deal with her. Don't dirty my room."

His tone was filled with concern for A Yu. The cabinet was her treasure and he didn't want any stains on it.

Jiang Xunzhong put the wooden barrel down angrily. Because he used too much force, the water in the barrel spilled all over the floor, dripping like his chaotic mood at the moment.

Several strong men worked together to move Zhao to the yard, and Jiang Xunzhong was able to pour out the remaining half bucket of water.

The cold water was like a whip, waking up the sleeping Zhao. Her confused eyes gradually focused. When she saw Jiang Ziling, she accused him reflexively: "You hit me! This unfilial son..."

Even though the memory was vague, the image of Jiang Ziling holding the stick was still deeply engraved in her mind, like a brand that was difficult to erase.

The crowd sighed. Apparently, Zhao's counterattack was not unexpected to them.

Before she could react, she felt a burning pain on her face again - Jiang Xunzhong's angry slap had already landed.

"Shut up, you shameless man!"

His trembling voice was filled with shame and anger, and he felt that the face he had accumulated for half his life was gone at this moment.

Zhao was stunned for a moment, and then she and Jiang Xunzhong started to wrestle. Her cries were heartbreaking: "He beat me, and it would have been fine if you didn't help me, but you also beat me. I can't live like this anymore..."

Every time she struggled, the sharp pain in her back reminded her that her former strength and ferocity were no longer there.

Jiang Xunzhong watched coldly, and finally threw her to the ground: "If you can't pass it, then don't pass it..."

These words were as hard as iron, cold and resolute, leaving Zhao completely stunned.

Jiang Xunzhong's attitude was more serious than ever before. It was no longer the threat of divorcing his wife that he had casually made in the past to calm things down.

This time, Zhao truly felt his disgust and impatience, a complete indifference and alienation.

She stared at Jiang Xunzhong in shock. This man, who had once begged Su Yu for help because of her illness and even offered his land in exchange for her, had suddenly changed his attitude and become so unfamiliar in a short period of time.

Jiang Xunzhong shook his sleeves, and the disguise he had deliberately maintained collapsed at this moment, revealing his selfishness and heartlessness that he had hidden for a long time.

In his early years, because he already had two sons, it was inconvenient for him to remarry. Until he met a woman like Zhao who had no burden and had a pension, he naturally regarded it as a good opportunity.

Zhao had a hot temper, so he played the role of a docile husband. Over time, this disguise almost became another layer of his skin.

He could turn a blind eye when his son was humiliated, and he could feel at ease when his son was heartbroken and angry.

At the core, as long as personal interests are not harmed, nothing else matters.

Until Si Niang's words, it was like a wake-up call that made him panic and worried that the Jiang family would decline in his hands.

So he tried to save something by showing toughness to the outside world, but this pretended bravery could not change the fate of his family.

He was even more afraid of being labeled as timid and incompetent, so in front of everyone, he changed his previous image, openly clashed with Zhao many times, trying to wash away his reputation of being "henpecked".

In fact, he is a selfish and ruthless person at heart.

Once upon a time, due to financial constraints, Zhao was needed to take care of the family. After all, a family is always incomplete without a hostess.

However, today, with sixty taels of silver in his hand, his perspective has changed. A woman like Zhao, who behaves in a despicable way and brings shame to the family, is naturally not worthy of his attention.

Zhao knew very well that without the support of money, her position would be in jeopardy and she would have nowhere to make a living.

This clarity, like the cold wind in winter, biting and chilling, made her completely lose the initiative in this silent contest.

Jiang Xunzhong felt a strong urge in his heart, wanting to turn the thin stack of silver bills in his hand into an order to expel her from this home completely, but the reality was like a solid wall of iron, indestructible.

Such an idea is nothing but an empty dream.

Zhao's eyes flashed with cunning, as if she saw through his thoughts. She changed the subject, her tone gentle but a little sharp, "Xunzhong, if you really divorce me, what will happen to our Dazhuang? He lost his parents, and now his only support is me, his grandmother. If I am not by his side, who will take care of him? Are you planning to find him a grandmother? Do you know that the mentality of stepmothers in the world is similar? They are not their own flesh and blood, no matter it is their son or grandson, how can they have that kind of true love and affection? When the time comes, you will taste the taste of it, don't regret it."

Zhao's words were like a bucket of cold water in the chilly wind, pouring directly onto Jiang Xunzhong's heart and making him shudder all over.

Indeed, there is the poor child Da Zhuang at home. He has been particularly close to him in the past few days. He even stays in his arms for a nap in the afternoon. The little guy's breathing is even and calm, and he is currently sleeping soundly.

Jiang Xunzhong is already in his fifties and has the heavy responsibility of raising his young grandchildren. Even if he had a little more money, how could he easily find someone who is willing to spend the rest of his life with him?

At this moment, Jiang Xunzhong realized that Zhao might not be easily gotten rid of.

Just as I was thinking about all sorts of things, Da Zhuang's panicked cry suddenly rang out in the house, breaking the brief silence.