Divorced woman with child travels through time

Wang Ximao quickly threw off his pants, impatiently climbed onto the bed, and pressed down on Chen Wenfang. Wang Ximao was still a novice and didn't know much about matters between men and women. He unbuttoned Chen Wenfang's outer garment, casually pulling it off, revealing her white, tender breasts. Wang Ximao's head buzzed, and he eagerly cupped them in his hands, frantically sucking on them. Chen Wenfang didn't resist, gently stroking his head. Seeing her docility, Wang Ximao slowed down, biting Chen Wenfang's breasts without restraint. His lower body continued to press against Chen Wenfang.

Despite the pain, Chen Wenfang pretended to enjoy it, humming softly.

Chen Xuanyu, standing outside the door, felt his heart breaking. He was already quite sensible; in his previous life, he was almost five years old. In that life, the internet was readily available, and Chen Wenfang didn't forbid him from playing games on his phone. As long as the time was controlled, it was fine, so he had always been quite precocious.

Chen Xuanyu pounded on the door from the outside, blaming himself for coming out. "Open the door! Let go of my mother! You bastard, trash! You bad person!"

Wang Ximao remained unmoved, and Chen Wenfang pretended not to hear. Wang Ximao rubbed Chen Wenfang's breasts with one hand and used the other to undo Chen Wenfang's pants, his mouth never stopping. Chen Wenfang cooperated, hooking her legs around Wang Ximao's waist and lifting her buttocks to make it easier for him to take them off.

Chen Wenfang continued moaning softly, her eyes filled with affection and a gentle smile as she looked at Wang Ximao. One hand stealthily reached into her own hair and removed a hairpin, while her left hand stroked Wang Ximao's head down to her neck, gently touching her skin like a lover's touch. Taking advantage of Wang Ximao's momentary lapse in attention as she removed the blanket, she located the artery and then swiftly and precisely plunged the hairpin into the symmetrical artery on the other side. It went in deeply with a "pop," then was pulled out, blood spurting out. Wang Ximao, caught off guard, screamed in pain, immediately clutching her neck, glaring at Chen Wenfang and cursing, "You poisonous woman!"

Enraged, Wang Ximao tried to strangle Chen Wenfang. Blood splattered on Chen Wenfang, and as soon as the hairpin was pulled out, blood flowed freely from Wang Ximao's neck like a faucet being turned on. He couldn't stop the bleeding. Chen Wenfang, panting, kicked him hard, sending him sprawling to the ground. Blood spilled from the bed onto the floor. Wang Ximao struggled for a moment, then lay still. Blood covered a large patch of the floor.

Finally, she had killed him. Chen Wenfang sighed, her hands trembling slightly. She let the hairpin fall onto the bed, covered herself with her clothes, and sat up. Just as she was about to stand, her legs gave way, and she slumped back onto the bed. Looking at Wang Ximao's corpse, Chen Wenfang thought, "This is troublesome. What should I do?"

Startled, Chen Wenfang was awakened by the loud banging on the door; her son was still outside.

Chen Wenfang struggled to her feet, walked around Wang Ximao on the ground, opened the door, blocked Chen Xuanyu, covered his eyes with her hands, squatted down, and said in a panic, "Zizai, don't look. Be good, Mommy killed him. There's a lot of blood on the ground, it's scary."

Chen Xuanyu's eyes were covered by Chen Wenfang, but he said seriously, "I'm not afraid, I want to see, Mom, I'll be your witness."

Chen Xuanyu added, "He deserves to die, he's a bad guy. I'm not afraid."

Chen Wenfang stared blankly at the purplish-blue marks on her son's neck for a moment, but she didn't regret it. She hugged her son and said, "Okay, he really deserved to die. Now listen to your mother's arrangements. We'll handle this. There's a bit of trouble later. We need to make some arrangements."

Chen Wenfang stepped outside, closed the door, and lowered her hand from Chen Xuanyu's. She said earnestly, "Mommy is going to Aunt Liu's house to ask for their help. If you're scared, just stand outside and wait for me to come back." Then, Chen Wenfang became worried again; the child couldn't be alone here. "Alright, you'll come with me to Aunt Liu's house later. But we need to make some arrangements first. Mommy will use that bad man's hand to slap your face; it will hurt a lot. Can you bear it?"

Chen Xuanyu said, "Okay, I'm not afraid of pain. I'm not afraid of him either."

Chen Wenfang said with heartache, "Don't look into his eyes later, Xuanzai."

Chen Xuanyu said, "Okay."

Chen Wenfang thought about it and still felt it was inappropriate; she didn't want the child to see Wang Ximao's body.

She said, "Wait outside for a bit. Mom will go in and get ready first. I'll call you when you come in." Then she added, "Don't peek."

Chen Wenfang opened the door, slipped inside, closed the door, and found a cloth to cover Wang Ximao's ferocious face.

Then she opened the door and called Chen Xuanyu in. The mother and son squatted down next to Wang Ximao, and Chen Wenfang used her hands to slap Chen Xuanyu's face more than a dozen times. Wang Ximao's hands were rough, and his nails were long. Chen Xuanyu's face was soon covered in bruises, which, combined with the red marks from the nails, looked quite frightening.

Chen Wenfang then used Wang Ximao's hand to slap her own face. Compared to Chen Xuanyu, she hit harder, and the corner of his mouth bled after just a few blows. After slapping his face, Chen Wenfang used Wang Ximao's hand to hold down his nails and scrape more than ten lines on her own arm. She didn't spare either hand, and also scraped her chest, leaving seven or eight lines, all breaking the skin. Then Chen Wenfang tore both sleeves, revealing her bloodied arms. Then she scratched Wang Ximao's neck and chest with her own hand, leaving two shallow bloody marks. After doing all this, the mother and son looked extremely miserable.