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Tian Guihua felt overwhelmed by the sight of her friend crying. "Stop crying for a moment; my head is pounding," she said, and without waiting for a response from Zhou Xiaoying, she walked straight into the house. Inside, chaos continued to reign.
Aside from Zhou Xiaoying's father, who was watching, everyone else was busy exchanging punches and kicks at Ma Lianfa and the widow.
"Stop it! Just stop! If there's something to discuss, let's talk it out. There's no need for violence!" Tian Guihua shouted as she entered.
Old Zhou had been keeping an eye on the commotion outside. He heard the shouts calling for Tian Ren and noticed that Ma Lianfa and the widow were being dealt with rather thoroughly.
With a wave of his hand, he declared, "Alright, the leader is here; let's let him handle this."
As soon as Old Zhou spoke, his three sons, two daughters-in-law, and wife all ceased their actions. They had agreed beforehand to follow Old Zhou's lead in everything.
The Zhou family stood up, and only then did Tian Guihua get a good look at Ma Lianfa and the widow's pitiful state. It was truly tragic; their faces were beaten to a pulp, resembling swollen pig heads. Their bodies were covered in bruises, but thankfully, the Zhou family had shown restraint and hadn’t broken any bones.
Ma Lianfa squinted through his swollen eyes and saw Tian Guihua as if she were a savior. "Sister Guihua, you’re finally here!" he exclaimed.
Seeing her brought him some relief; he had genuinely feared for his life just moments ago.
Tian Guihua looked at Ma Lianfa's battered appearance and scolded him with disappointment, "Old Ma, how could you be so foolish?"
"Sister, I know I was wrong. Please help me talk to Xiaoying," Ma Lianfa pleaded, realizing that this situation had escalated beyond his control.
He thought about everything he had sacrificed—his lover and even his son—just to salvage what remained of his life.
"This is Xiaoying's father, right? I’m Tian Ren from the neighborhood committee and also a neighbor of Xiaoying," he introduced himself to Old Zhou. "I have a basic understanding of what happened here. What do you all think should be done about it?"
Old Zhou replied grimly, "Now that things have escalated like this... what else can we do? Our Xiaoying has suffered enough. She’s been married to Ma Lianfa for over ten years, managing everything inside and out. Aside from not having a son, how has she wronged him?"
Moreover, Xi had said that women could hold up half the sky, and men should not look down on them. In this sense, our Xiao Ying had done nothing wrong to Ma Lianfa. I never expected that Ma Lianfa would be so heartless. He actually discussed with that little widow about letting my daughter leave with nothing. He even suggested keeping the two older children behind to do chores and take care of the younger ones, claiming that in a few years he could still ask for a bride price.
"Father," I started to speak, but Ma Lianfa interrupted me.
"Don't call him 'Father.' This is something Xiao Ying heard with her own ears. How could it be false?"
"Lianfa, they say that a couple shares a bond for a day; Xiao Ying has been your wife for over ten years and has borne you three children. Even if she has no contributions, she certainly has her share of hardships, right? How can you conspire with outsiders against her?"
"She married you at eighteen, and this year marks a full decade. You may be tempted by younger and prettier women outside, but Xiao Ying was once young and beautiful too. The reason she looks like this now is that over the years she has given birth to your children and managed the household."
"You have no conscience!" Old Zhou shouted loudly, ensuring that everyone outside could hear him clearly. He wanted to place Zhou Xiao Ying on a moral high ground so that everyone would sympathize with her. Only then could Zhou Xiao Ying and her daughter live in peace.
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