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

The next day.

Fang Yan dragged her limp body to the door of Zhao Jiahong's ward.

Looking at the VIP sign above, she raised the corners of her mouth and smiled self-deprecatingly.

Zhao Jiahong is quite willing to give up on himself.

When she gave birth, Zhao Jiahong didn't even let her stay in the VIP ward.

She opened the door and walked in. Zhao Jiahong was still asleep on the hospital bed.

In the past, Zhao Jiahong would play games until midnight, and would often sleep until noon the next day before waking up, so she usually wouldn't call him in the morning.

In the first two years of marriage, she even felt sorry for him that he didn't get enough sleep, and she would deliberately move gently when doing housework to avoid waking him up.

Now that I think about it, that's ridiculous.

"Zhao Jiahong, let's talk."

Zhao Jiahong was suddenly woken up and became very angry. When he saw Fang Yan again, he became even more angry.

"Fang Yan, are you sick? Why are you speaking so loudly?"

Fang Yan ignored him and took a stool to sit on.

"let's talk."

Zhao Jiahong knew her reason for coming and deliberately hung her up.

"Don't talk about it, I want to sleep now, get out of here."

Fang Yan's anger also rushed to her forehead, but thinking of Fang Cheng and the purpose of her visit, she had no choice but to suppress her anger and lower her attitude.

"Zhao Jiahong, sooner or later we have to talk about everything. It will be good for you and me to talk it out and separate early."

Zhao Jiahong leaned against the bedside and looked at her expressionlessly.

Fang Yan glanced at him and said, "We all gave up the lawsuit. We each paid the medical expenses separately, and there was no compensation."

"You're dreaming." Zhao Jiahong sat up and shouted loudly.

Fang Yan pursed her lips, thought for a moment and then spoke, "Zhao Jiahong, then I'll just say it directly. If you insist on suing Fang Cheng, I will also sue you and your father."

"I'm injured all over my body right now, and my ears are still hurting. When I conduct an injury assessment, it's very likely that it's a minor injury of the second degree. By then, both you and your dad will have to go to jail."

"Fang Cheng is still young, so he can bear this little pain, but your dad is over 60 years old. I don't know if he can bear it."

"As for you, not only will you go to jail, but you will definitely lose your job. When you get out in a few years, I'm afraid no big company will dare to hire a domestic violence man like you."

Zhao Jiahong sneered and said with great disdain, "Fang Yan, you are scaring a fool. Are you the only one who wants to scare me?"

"I've asked the doctor about your injury. Most people will be fine. If you want me and my dad to go to jail, you're just dreaming."

Fang Yan said calmly, "The matter is not over yet, and no one knows the outcome, but I know best whether there is something wrong with my ears."

"Since you want to take a gamble, then bet on whether you and your dad will go to jail when the time comes."

"Fang Cheng is just one person, and you are two. After all, I won't suffer any loss. Also, if you really go in and I file for divorce, do you think the court will award the child to you or me?"

Zhao Jiahong glared at Fang Yan with a cold face.

It's really hard to tell what her injuries were. After all, he slapped her many times that night. If it really didn't heal, he and his father would really have to go to jail.

Scared to think about.

Zhao Jiahong was scared in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face at all.

"Just bet, whoever is afraid of whom, you will definitely be the one crying in the end. Fang Cheng's life is ruined in your hands. I wonder if he will hate you when he is in jail."

Fang Yan looked at him steadily and said nothing. She was not sure what Zhao Jiahong was thinking.

What if he broke the pot and would rather go to jail than let Ah Cheng go?

"Zhao Jiahong, you insist on prosecuting because you really want your dad to taste the food in prison, right? Even if my injury is not minor in the end, you and your dad will have to be detained for a few days."

"Your father drinks alcohol with every meal. If he is locked up, I don't know if he can adapt."

"Maybe he will thank you. It's your son who gave him the opportunity to stop drinking."

Zhao Jiahong gritted his molars and glared at Fang Yan. When did this bitch become so mean and aggressive?

Wasn't she stupid before, but now she is smarter? Fang Ning should have taught her.

His resentment against Fang Ning increased.

"Fang Yan, don't try to use my dad to provoke me. I won't accept your trick. My dad and I will be detained for a few days at most. Fang Cheng is different. He has a fixed stay in this cell."

"He is only 22 years old this year. He is in his prime years. He will lose his freedom soon. After he comes out in a few years, hey, people with criminal records like him will not be able to find a job."

"Your parents have worked hard all their lives and finally raised two college students. In the end, one is less effective than the other."

Fang Yan was so angry that she wanted to scold him back, but reason defeated her anger.

If she had a big argument with Zhao Jiahong now and angered him, he would go for an injury assessment and what would the prosecution do?

She couldn't gamble, and she didn't dare to gamble.

She can suffer and be angry, but nothing can happen to her brother.

She took a deep breath to calm down before speaking slowly.

"Zhao Jiahong, you think you can keep your job even if you are detained for a few days. You are crazy. A big company like the Song Group, full of talented people, will rarely care about a domestic violence man like you."

"Large companies pay more attention to the company's image and the moral character of their employees. If I go to your company to pull up a banner and let everyone in the Song Group know how you beat your wife, tell me whether the Song Group will fire you."

Zhao Jiahong's face was livid, and his fierce eyes were gouging Fang Ning. If eyes could kill, Fang Yan would probably have died several times now.

"you dare?"

Fang Yan raised her eyes and met his gaze, "Do you think I dare?"

At this moment, Zhao Jiahong saw fierceness in Fang Yan's eyes, maybe she really dared to do this.

Fang Yan stood up and patted the invisible dust on her clothes, "Think about it carefully."

When the words fell, she turned and left.

When she reached the door, she stopped again and said in a cold voice, "If you insist on prosecuting the case, it will be a dead end and no one will be able to get through it."

Zhao Jiahong stared at that slender and thin body.

Although Fang Yan was threatening him, what she said was indeed true. Let alone jail or detention, as long as people in the company knew that he had beaten his wife, he would not be able to keep his job.

How many people tried their best to get into the Song Group, but they couldn't.

Back then, he was a blind cat who stumbled upon a dead rat and made a mistake. Otherwise, it would have been impossible for an ordinary undergraduate like him to join the Song Group.

More than 80.00% of the company's employees are graduate students or above. People like him can only be found in grassroots positions.

And he was lucky. He was promoted soon after joining the company. Of course, it was due to his strong work ability and hard work.

He rushes to do all the dirty work in the department, and does it well with both superiors and subordinates, so no one will look down on him because of his academic qualifications.