novelraw Chapter 88 He's dead. I killed him.
Chapter 88 He's dead. I killed him.
After leaving the park, Tong Yuheng went to the house Fan Eryong rented outside the factory. His two sons were already asleep in bed, like little pigs.
Fan Eryong, however, couldn't sleep because he had mentioned Tong Jiahui during the day. He quietly got up, put the hidden money in his pocket, and prepared to go find Widow Zhou to vent his anger.
Widow Zhou didn't care about her reputation. Before liberation, she worked in a brothel, which many people knew. After liberation, she should be sent far away for reform, where she would change her name and identity, and no one would know her past, allowing her to start a new life.
However, she did not choose that path. Instead, she took out some of her savings, promised to support him in his old age, married an old widower who could not have children, and stayed in the city.
Her nominal husband was a good-for-nothing, only interested in loafing around and waiting to die. He was a temporary worker at the steel factory, cleaning toilets. Knowing she was restless, he ignored her. Everyone looked down on them, and almost no one paid them any attention. Those who went to their house were all people hoping to take advantage of Widow Zhou.
Widow Zhou's husband was nearly thirty years older than her, and he fell ill after a few years. Widow Zhou kept her promise and cared for him until his death. How could a pretty young widow with little ability and money survive? Of course, she relied on the charity of various men!
Because the authorities are strict, men who cheat do so secretly; it's a case of "if the people don't report it, the officials won't investigate." Wives at home, knowing their husbands are cheating, feel ashamed and are too embarrassed to make a scene, so they just keep a closer eye on them.
Widow Zhou lived near the garbage dump in the factory area. It was a small, dilapidated courtyard that her ex-husband had scraped together to build. No one drove her away, and she lived there for more than ten years.
Widow Zhou knew she was getting old and couldn't continue like this. She wanted to find someone to rely on and live a peaceful life. So she took the initiative and found a man from a nearby village whose wife had died.
The man was simple-minded and a bit slow-witted. These days, whenever he had time, he would bring her food from the countryside and stay at her place at night. He wanted to marry Widow Zhou.
After being caught in the act with Fan Eryong, Widow Zhou's life became very difficult. Her former lovers distanced themselves from her. Later, she was reported and paraded through the streets, making her even more unapproachable.
She was tired of this life and wanted to find someone to leave this place. While she was in a nearby village exchanging grain, she met the man she was now with. He was an old bachelor, actually only thirty-five or thirty-six, several years younger than her.
The villagers called him Silly Pillar. Although he wasn't very bright, he was a good laborer, and having him around meant they wouldn't have any problems with food and clothing. So during this time, she stopped teasing the cats and dogs and started staying at home quietly, mending Silly Pillar's torn clothes and making him new shoes.
The reason she always speaks sourly about Tong Jiahui is mainly because of envy and jealousy. She herself doesn't raise her own children and can't even survive on her own, while Tong Jiahui can raise seven daughters and live a good life! Why?!
Tong Jiahui: Why should I? Because I'm capable! Because my family has spoiled and pampered me since I was raised, so I have the confidence!
Now she's convinced. Tong Jiahui could lead a group of children to suffer in the countryside, something she couldn't do; Tong Jiahui could write excellent articles, something she couldn't do either. Sometimes you can't defy fate, and the more you struggle, the thinner it seems!
"Thump!" The sound of someone climbing over the wall startled her. Hadn't she chased those people away long ago? Why were there still people coming?
Silly Zhuzi wouldn't jump over the wall; he'd knock properly on the door, even though that dilapidated door couldn't even stop a child's kick. That's respect, it's the act of truly treating her as a human being.
"Who's there!" Widow Zhou stood up quickly, grabbing a rolling pin as she went. She'd used it to chase away several shameless scoundrels these past few days!
"Hehehe, little darling! It's me! It's been so long since I've contacted you, did you miss me?" Fan Eryong said with a grin.
"Get out! Haven't you hurt me enough? Get out!" Widow Zhou held a rolling pin and glared at him fiercely, preventing him from entering the house.
"Hey, something new? I brought money and tickets, let's have some fun!" Fan Eryong continued, grinning as he barged into the house!
"Fuck you! Get out!" Widow Zhou waved a rolling pin and started hitting him on the head and back!
Fan Eryong cried out in pain, enraged. "That damn Tong Jiahui dared to hit me! What right do you, a piece of trash, have to hit me too? I'll teach you a lesson today!"
He turned around and reached out, grabbing Widow Zhou by the neck until her eyes rolled back in her head! She struggled futilely, waving her arms, but Fan Eryong seemed to be aroused and showed no sign of letting go!
Just as Tong Yuheng was about to come out of the space to save Widow Zhou, the door was kicked open. A burly man holding a brick turned around and slapped Fan Eryong on the back of the head. He fell to the ground with a "thud" like a dead dog.
"Cough, cough! Zhu Zi, you, you run!" Widow Zhou squatted down, checked Fan Eryong's breathing, and found that he was dead. She hurriedly pushed the silly Zhu Zi away.
"No, he wanted to kill you, so it's right for me to kill him!" Silly Zhu Zi definitely has some intellectual issues; his personality is just too straightforward!
"No way! How are you going to explain our relationship? Bad behavior will get you sent to a farm for reform through labor! You'd better leave now. I'll just tell him he tried to kill me, and that I killed him! Maybe he won't get a sentence, and I'll come find you later!"
"You're my wife, no one is allowed to bully you!" Sha Zhuzi hugged her and kicked Fan Eryong, who was lying on the ground.
Widow Zhou burst into tears. No one had ever protected her like this in her entire life. For this, she would die for it.
"Go away! Go away! Don't come back! And don't you dare say you came here today!" Widow Zhou pushed him out the door, her face streaked with tears.
Sha Zhuzi didn't leave; instead, he squatted outside. He heard her crying and felt uneasy, immediately becoming worried. But since she pushed him out, he didn't dare to barge back in, afraid she would get angry.
Tong Yuheng came out of the space and came to Fan Eryong's side. He checked the artery in Fan Eryong's neck and found that there was still a pulse. He was not dead yet.
Look at the injury on the back of his head. Haha, his skull is fractured and his brain is damaged. If he were left like this for another ten or twenty minutes, he would be dead!
"What do you want to do? He's not dead yet!" Tong Yuheng was dressed as an old lady and wasn't afraid of being recognized at all.
"Not dead? No, he's dead. I killed him!" Without even asking who she was, Widow Zhou picked up the brick that Sha Zhu had thrown down earlier, ready to hit him with it again!