Before my father passed away, he forced me to marry the heir of a wealthy family.

When Zhao Zhenglin saw his son being bitten, he rushed over and grabbed Fang Yan's hair.

"Shrew, loosen up your mouth, loosen up..."

A tearing pain came from his scalp, and Fang Yan didn't let go.

If Zhao Jiahong dared to attack her, she would bite him to death. Fortunately, he was wearing shorts, otherwise it would be inconvenient.

Zhao Jiahong's face turned ferocious due to pain. He bent down and pinched Fang Yan's arm, "Fang Yan, please... let go."

Blood flowed out of Fang Yan's mouth and slowly dripped on the ground.

Zhao Jiajia stood by the sofa, at a loss. Later, she joined in and beat Fang Yan on the back with her fists.

"Fang Yan, let go of my brother, don't bite him."

Yang Lifen came out of the room when she heard the sound, and was frightened by the scene in front of her and screamed, "Ah...oh my God, what are you doing?"

She ran closer and took a look, her eyes widened in fear, "Jiahong, my son, do you feel any pain?"

Zhao Jiahong was so painful that his face was covered with sweat and he could not speak.

Yang Lifen was heartbroken and anxious.

Ruirui ran out of the room and was frightened for a moment.

Suddenly, Yang Lifen's eyes lit up, and she shouted to Zhao Zhenglin, "Pry her mouth, old man, quickly pry her mouth."

When Zhao Zhenglin heard what the old woman said, he realized what he was doing. He immediately let go of his hands holding Fang Yan's hair and pried Fang Yan's bloody mouth upwards and downwards.

It took a full minute to rescue Zhao Jiahong.

Zhao Jiahong suddenly collapsed to the ground, his face pale, and the corners of his mouth twitched in pain.

Fang Yan didn't fare well either. Several large pieces of hair were pulled out, and the corners of her mouth were torn. Drops of blood flowed out of her mouth. It was no longer clear whether it belonged to Zhao Jiahong or hers.

"Shrew... poisonous woman..." Zhao Zhenglin glared at Fang Yan with resentful eyes.

"Son, how are you? It hurts a lot!" Yang Lifen squatted on the ground and looked at her son distressedly.

Zhao Jiahong nodded.

Fang Yan was so cruel that she bit off a piece of his flesh, which hurt him to death.

Zhao Zhenglin looked at his son's bloody calf, with a fierce look on his wrinkled face.

He turned around and kicked Fang Yan away.

Fang Yan was caught off guard and landed heavily on the dining table not far away.

Ruirui ran over crying, "Mom...Mom...you can't hit my mother..."

Zhao Zhenglin winked at Yang Lifen. Yang Lifen understood and immediately got up and ran over to hug Ruirui and carried him to the room.

After Zhao Jiajia hesitated for a few seconds, he also picked up Nono and ran to Yang Lifen's room.

Zhao Zhenglin walked toward Fang Yan fiercely.

Fang Yan felt that her whole body was in pain and her head was knocked dizzy.

With trembling hands, she took out the mobile phone in her trouser pocket, preparing to call the police, but she couldn't find it after searching again.

It must have fallen off while pulling it just now.

Before she could react, Zhao Zhenglin kicked her randomly.

Fang Yan screamed in pain.

Zhao Jiahong limped over, dragging his injured right leg.

A pair of eyes showed cruelty, and his voice was cold and ruthless, "Dad, I'll come."

Zhao Zhenglin stopped, turned his head and looked at him for a few seconds, then stepped aside.

Fang Yan, who was lying on the ground unable to move, was slapped more than ten times by Zhao Jiahong before she could recover.

Fang Yan's ears were ringing, and she seemed to be unable to hear any sound. She only felt burning pain in her face and ears.

Zhao Jiahong still couldn't understand his hatred, so he grabbed Fang Yan's hair and forced her head upward. He said fiercely, "Bitch, if you dare to bite me, I'll see if I don't beat you to death today."

Fang Yan's scalp ached and tears kept falling from her eyes. She opened her mouth but couldn't make a sound.

Zhao Jiahong saw her half-dead look and was so disgusted that he threw her to the ground.

When he saw Fang Yan glaring at him fiercely, the anger in his chest broke out again.

Because his feet couldn't use force, he could only kneel on the ground with one leg bent and hit with his hands, hitting Fang Yan's head like a boulder one after another.

Fang Yan screamed in pain...

Zhao Zhenglin sat leisurely on a chair with his legs crossed, and lit a cigarette. While smoking, he looked at Fang Yan who was beaten.

Yang Lifen opened the door and came out, and saw Fang Yan lying on the ground unable to move, her brows furrowed and her face darkened.

It's not that she feels sorry for Fang Yan, it's just that she feels the same way.

This scene was very similar to what happened when Zhao Zhenglin beat her before.

She was about to run over to persuade her son, but was frightened by Zhao Zhenglin's look and stayed in place.

Zhao Jiahong became anxious and became more and more addicted. He vented all his dissatisfaction with Fang Yan in the past few years on her.

He didn't stop until his hand hurt.

After resting for a while, he still felt that his anger was not gone. He stood up and picked up the chair next to him to throw it down on Fang Yan.

Seeing that something was going to happen, Yang Lifen hurriedly ran over to hold him back, "Jiahong, stop, you can't hit him, you can't hit him."

The chair held above him stopped in mid-air.

Yang Lifen persuaded her son, "If you smash her to death, you will go to jail. Don't be impulsive. You are still young, because it is not worth it."

"Mom, you only have one son. I will need you to support me when I get old."

"Put the chair down quickly, stop hitting, just teach me a lesson."

Zhao Jiahong looked at the dead woman on the ground with his scarlet and angry eyes, and slowly put down the chair.

Yang Lifen breathed a sigh of relief. She knelt down and probed Fang Yan's breath with her index finger.

He felt the warm breath on his fingers, "Alive!"

Zhao Zhenglin went to the cabinet to find iodophor cotton swabs and Band-Aids, hoping to help his son disinfect and bandage his wounds.

Zhao Jiahong sat on the sofa and lowered his head to carefully examine the wound bitten by Fang Yan. It was bloody and a bit scary.

He didn't dare to take medicine randomly at home, but still wanted to go to the hospital and let the doctor take a look.

"Mom and Dad, keep an eye on her. You can't let her leave tonight. I'm going to the hospital to treat the wound."

Zhao Zhenglin put down the iodine swab in his hand and said, "Dad will go with you. It's enough for your mother to watch at home. She can't run away now."

Zhao Jiahong nodded, "Yes."

Yang Lifen sent them out.

She went to the room and took a blanket to cover Fang Yan. Her heart trembled when she saw Fang Yan's nose and face were bruised and swollen, and the corners of his mouth and chin were still bleeding.

Zhao Zhenglin had beaten her so badly before.

Unexpectedly, the son she gave birth to was as ruthless as his father.

In fact, in her heart, she didn't want Zhao Jiahong to hit Fang Yan. If she really wanted to divorce, then just divorce peacefully.

She was quite disgusted with the issue of men beating their wives.

She knows only too well how painful and helpless a woman feels.

"Alas..." She sighed heavily.

Jiahong was greatly influenced by his father, but she was also responsible.

When Jiahong and Jiajia were young, as long as the two children were disobedient or well-behaved, she would be beaten.

Later, in order to avoid being beaten, she often warned her son.

"You must listen to your dad. No matter what he says or does, you can't resist. If mom and dad have different opinions, then just listen to your dad."