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Zhang Wenxiu lent a hand to help Huang Huiying carry Old Deng's head into the bedroom, and Zhang Hui cleaned up the mess on the living room floor.

Huang Huiying calmed down and let Zhang Wenxiu apply medicine to her. The adrenaline subsided and the tingling sensation came over her little by little. There was no place on her body that didn't hurt.

"Should I turn myself in?" she asked in confusion. Zhang Wenxiu paused and asked very naturally, "Did you kill someone?"

Huang Huiying didn't understand what she meant, she didn't kill anyone.

Zhang Wenxiu added: "You were acting in self-defense! It was Old Deng who went too far! You are just a bunch of assholes."

She didn't understand what self-defense was. Tonight she prepared the meal and waited for a long time before Lao Deng came back.

As soon as he came back, he had a sullen face. He took a bite of the pickled cabbage and spat it out. Then he reached out and overturned the table.

He scolded her for wasting food, not knowing how to cook, and not being able to save money. He scolded her for whatever he thought of. She argued for a few sentences, and Old Deng started hitting her in the face.

For a moment, she thought she was going to be beaten to death, as she was kicked more than once in the heart.

Tired of fighting, Lao Deng went to get a cup of water to drink. She seized the opportunity and sat down on the bench, and Lao Deng fainted.

When Lao Deng fainted, she clearly heard a crisp sound on his legs.

Maybe it's because I'm old and have osteoporosis, so I kept tripping over my right foot with my left foot and hurt my leg.

What was she thinking at the time? She thought that if Lao Deng's legs were broken, he would not be able to go out to see that woman, and he would not be bewitched by that woman and divorce her.

God couldn't bear to see him like that, he deserved to break his leg. Now she was willing to serve him.

Zhang Wenxiu applied the medicine and tried to comfort her.

Huang Huiying was comforted by her, and she couldn't help but say what she had been holding back for so long: "Do you know why that woman keeps pestering Old Deng?"

Zhang Wenxiu had also thought about this question: Did Deng Xiaoping have good looks? He was already an old man. Even if he was handsome when he was young, what good looks would he have when he was old?

Still rich? Old Deng's monthly pension is two to three thousand yuan, and after spending money on food, drink and medicine, there is not much left.

What did that woman want from him? Don't say it was true love, because that would be too cheap.

Huang Huiying saw her bewildered face and said simply, "My nephew from my mother's family said that this piece of land is going to be demolished!"

Zhang Wenxiu suddenly realized that this was the case! No wonder Huang Huiying refused to divorce him, and no wonder that woman kept pestering Old Deng. It turned out that she was after money.

"There were rumors about this land being demolished more than a decade ago, but it wasn't until now that we got concrete news."

"I guess it was because Old Deng leaked the information outside that he was targeted." It's true that misfortune can strike you when you are at home.

Zhang Hui was listening in the living room as the two of them chattered for half the night.

It was not until Old Deng cried out in pain that he stopped talking, remembering that he had not yet applied medicine to him.

Zhang Hui went back into the house, bandaged the wound on Old Deng's head, and found a wooden board to fix his legs.

When Old Deng saw that he was in a disadvantageous position, he would also look at the other person's face, grit his teeth and endure the pain without saying a word.

He thought that he would call Xiaofeng early tomorrow morning, and Xiaofeng would definitely be heartbroken.

After saying goodbye to Aunt Huang who spoke freely, Zhang Hui took his mother's arm and the two returned home.

It was too late, so the mother and daughter went to rest without saying anything extra. It was so tiring day after day.

The next morning, Zhang Hui had breakfast and moved a reclining chair to the yard. It was a sunny day, and the sun was shining, making people feel lazy.

There was a knock on the door next door. Zhang Hui covered his face with the book and looked out with his spiritual sense.

Standing at the next door was a middle-aged woman, about 40 years old, with eyebrows drawn and powdered, looking stunningly beautiful.

She wore a long white down jacket with its upper body open to reveal a black lace shirt, black stockings on her legs, and a pair of low-heeled white leather boots on her feet.

This person must be the beloved one of old Deng. Is he trying to take advantage of her and gain entry?

Huang Huiying came over and opened the door, but before she could react, the woman turned sideways and walked into the yard.

As soon as he entered, he shouted, "Old Deng, Old Deng, I'm here to see you."

Old Deng in the bedroom was so excited that he almost peed himself. He knew Xiao Feng would come to see him.

Huang Huiying's face darkened when she heard this. She said nothing and watched her coldly as she ran straight into the bedroom.

Seeing Lao Deng lying on the bed with a haggard face, Xiao Feng exclaimed in surprise: "Lao Deng, what's wrong with you? I haven't seen you for just one day, and you look so bad?"

Old Deng felt wronged. She showed such concern that he almost cried. But he endured it. He was a man and could not cry in front of his beloved.

"Xiao Feng, you're here. I accidentally fell last night and broke my leg."

Xiao Feng's tears fell in the blink of an eye, her face full of heartache: "How painful that must be, Lao Deng, why are you so careless."

Seeing her crying, Lao Deng's heart ached, and he comforted her: "Don't cry, I'm fine, but I can't dance with you anymore."

"Why are you talking about dancing now? If you don't go, how can I dance? No one can replace you."

Xiaofeng looked at him lovingly, as if the person in front of her was not an old man, but a prince charming.

Old Deng was so moved that his nose was sore and his heart was sweet. Xiaofeng was still the best, Xiaofeng understood his thoughts.

Just as the atmosphere was ambiguous, Old Deng's face twisted. Damn! When people get old, they can't control their shit, piss and farts.

A silent poison gas bomb erupted in the room. Xiao Feng's nose twitched a few times and he looked around suspiciously.

The bedroom was very clean, and it didn't look like there were any smelly socks left there without being washed.

The stench came quickly but dissipated slowly, mainly because it was cold and the windows in the room were closed for ventilation.

Xiao Feng resisted the urge to vomit and asked an important question for today's visit: "Old Deng, have you filed for divorce with her?"

Old Deng's brows were tightly knitted together, twisted like two worms: "I mentioned it, but she didn't agree."

Xiao Feng raised her voice in anger: "Why does she disagree?"

Old Deng felt a little distressed. Seeing how angry Xiaofeng was, her voice became much louder than usual, though she was gentle and soft-spoken.

Huang Huiying couldn't listen any longer, she pushed the door open with a bang, and shouted angrily: "Why? Because I married him when I was 18, and I have to eat coarse food to support this family."

"Because I gave birth to his children, because I took care of my parents-in-law who were paralyzed in bed for three years, and because I still have to wipe his shit and urine!"

Xiaofeng seemed to be frightened by her. She hid weakly beside the old man's bed and looked at Old Deng pitifully.

When Old Deng was looked at by her as if she were a hero, his body almost went limp. What his wife said fell on deaf ears. He only knew that Xiao Feng was being scolded badly by her.

"Shut up! What did Xiao Feng do to you? She came to see me out of kindness, and you scolded her."

Huang Huiying, who never shed a tear no matter how hard or tired she was in her daily life, was completely heartbroken at this moment.

She tried hard to hold back her tears, not wanting to show her weakness in front of the bitch: "Look at you out of kindness? What are you looking at? Because you're handsome, or because you have wrinkles all over your face?"

Old Deng's face turned red. He wanted to curse but didn't know what to curse. He reached out to hit Huang Huiying, but his leg hurt and his face turned pale with fright.

If his legs didn't grow well, would Xiaofeng still want him? For a moment, he didn't dare to move.

Seeing that Old Deng was weak at this time, Xiaofeng did not dare to stay any longer, fearing that Huang Huiying would take her out on her. She gently comforted Old Deng and said, "Old Deng, don't be angry. If you hurt yourself again, I will come to see you in a few days."

As she was about to leave, Huang Huiying stood at the door, blocking her way, sneering, "Why are you in such a hurry? Now that you're here, why don't you serve him? Isn't that true love?"

"I am the eldest wife, and you are the youngest. If I can serve you, you can serve me too!"

Xiao Feng's eyes turned red, and she turned to look at Lao Deng. Lao Deng was happy, thinking that the old woman seemed to have come to her senses, and was she going to serve him together?