She won't clear her name; she'll throw away all the scum.

"You dare to cheat on me in front of me, Chen? You're really something. I'll beat you to death today."

Old Chen was beaten and howled in pain, wanting to fight back but not daring to.

The tragedy at Old Ma's house had just happened; the water used to wash away the bloodstains on the ground was still wet. He was genuinely terrified. What if that old hag had a moment of madness and followed Little Ma's wife's example? He'd become the second eunuch in the compound.

Actually, it was the third one, because Xiao Ma's wife's younger brother had just been taken to the hospital, but unfortunately Old Chen didn't go to see what was going on, so he didn't know.

At first, Widow Huang tried to persuade her, saying that she and Brother Chen were completely innocent and just friends, and hoped that Old Lady Xia wouldn't be angry.

Later, when Old Mrs. Xia hit Old Mr. Chen, she slapped her as well, and she became obedient and ran away with small, quick steps.

"Stop hitting him, stop hitting him! He's not just looking for me; he went to see other people a few days ago too."

"I'm not being a fool to date such a promiscuous woman."

"You've only ever been my woman. If I'm lying, may I die a horrible death."

"I have all the money in your hands now, why would I get involved with her?"

"I wanted to go to the hospital to see Lao Ma. She asked me to give her a ride, and I agreed since it was on my way."

"If you're unhappy, I promise I'll stay far away from her from now on."

"Ah, stop hitting me."

"I know she's not a good person."

"I swear a solemn oath, please? If I say another word to her, may I end up like Xiao Ma."

Upon hearing this, the neighbors who were watching exclaimed, "That's really vicious!"

Grandma Xia was tired of hitting him, so she stopped and sat down by the flower bed in the courtyard.

Old Chen, his back hunched, thought to himself, "Being a man is really tough."

He has to go to work to earn money, shoulder the responsibility of being the head of the household, and still get beaten by his wife.

Earning less will be ridiculed, and you can't show your sadness. Not having a son will make you look useless, and you can't fight back when your wife hits you.

Is this world trying to drive men to their deaths?

Old Chen was unconvinced. He thought that even if women couldn't earn money, they could stay at home to take care of their husbands and children. They could throw tantrums when they were angry, cry when they were sad, and receive special treatment from others if they spoke out about their grievances.

Women have women's federations to file complaints with, so why don't men have men's federations?

It’s unfair, very unfair.

Old Chen stormed back into the house, sulking.

He felt that Old Lady Xia was becoming increasingly unreasonable and would hit people at the drop of a hat.

He is her husband, her lover, not her punching bag, not her money bag.

He's exhausted after a long day at work, and then his wife beats him. How can this be? He's the head of the household, how can a head of the household be so miserable?

No matter what kind of alliance it is, whether it's a male alliance or a husband's alliance, as long as someone can stand up for this poor old man, that's fine. Is there really no one to take care of this dead old woman?

He stood up, intending to go out and confront Old Lady Xia.

Just as he got up, Old Mrs. Xia kicked the bedroom door open, and Old Chen immediately sat back down obediently.

She held up a yellowed piece of paper and a badly chewed pen that she clearly had taken from her youngest son, and slapped it in front of him.

"Write it!" Old Mrs. Xia shouted angrily.

Old Chen's anger deflated, and he said in a muffled voice, "Write what?"

"Write down exactly how many men supported that widow Huang, what time and place each month, how much money they gave her each time, and whether there were any improper relationships involved. Write it all down for me."

Old Chen was terrified. "What are you going to do?"

Grandma Xia: "Just do what I tell you to write. Try asking again."

Old Chen immediately picked up a pen and started writing.

Grandma Xia sat on the edge of the bed and said, "From now on, you'll do all the housework."

Old Chen was trying hard to recall when he heard this terrible news. "Why should I? I don't know how to do any work. What kind of man does work? Now you want me to do work? Do you want to ride on my head in the future?"

Old Mrs. Xia glared at him fiercely, and he buried himself in his writing.

However, Old Chen knew perfectly well that it was absolutely impossible for him to do any work.