The charming girl from the 70s seduces her rough husband until he vomits blood

The wall of the Meng family's courtyard was not high. Although Jiang Wanjing was a civilian in the army, he had excellent physical fitness. He climbed up the wall in two steps, flipped over, took out a small camera from his bag, and walked to the window.

But after taking two steps, she heard Jiang Wanxing crying: "Stop hitting me, Auntie, it's against the law for you to hit me like this."

"Bah, what law did you break? You are a cheap woman who insisted on staying in my house. Even if I go to the police station, I can tell them openly that I beat my disobedient daughter-in-law."

"I'm not……"

"Why don't you live in my house? You little bitch, your family doesn't want you anymore. Everything you wear and eat every day is from my Meng family. It's ok that you can't cook, but you can't even wash clothes properly. You even broke two dishes when you were washing them. You are a jinx who ruins the family. I will beat you to death."

"Ah... it hurts! Meng Hui, say something!"

Meng Hui's low voice came out helplessly: "Xingxing, don't talk back to my mother. It's not easy for my mother to raise me. You should be considerate of her. It's not appropriate for you to always talk back like this."

"You..." Jiang Wanxing stopped crying and no longer shouted in pain. The only sound in the room was the sound of something whipping strips of flesh.

Jiang Wanjing filmed all of this through the window glass and his face turned black with anger.

He walked to the door and kicked it open.

Hearing the noise coming from the door, the people in the room were startled. Meng's mother came out cursing and holding a willow branch as thick as a finger. When she saw Jiang Wanjing, who was holding a camera and filming the scene inside with a gloomy face, as if he was wrapped in a storm, she was so scared that she took a step back unconsciously.

Jiang Wanjing didn't hit the other person, nor did he say a word. He walked straight to the bedroom door. The camera clearly captured Jiang Wanxing, who was tied to the bed legs with his hands behind his back, with scars all over his body and face.

Jiang Wanxing looked so disheveled with disheveled hair. The moment she saw Jiang Wanjing appear, her expression seemed to shatter. She bit her lip, tears as big as beans welled up in her eyes, and she dared not say a word.

Jiang Wanjing put away the camera and was about to go over.

Mother Meng was anxious and grabbed him and said, "Why are you back again? You are trespassing."

Jiang Wanjing pushed her away and kicked Meng Hui, who was standing silently at the door.

His force was so strong that Meng Hui was kicked away from the door and flew to the wall of the bedroom, groaning in pain.

When Meng's mother saw her son being beaten, she cried out, "How dare you break into a private house and beat people? I'm going to sue you..."

"I'll call the police for you," Jiang Wanjing said, then he took out his cell phone and dialed the police.

Mother Meng was nervous: "No, no, no, let's settle it privately!"

"Are you dreaming?" Jiang Wanjing stared at her face, his expression like a devil crawling out of hell: "Based on the footage I just recorded, kidnapping, illegal imprisonment and intentional injury are enough to make you die in prison."

After the call was connected, Jiang Wanjing described the situation in a calm tone.

Meng Mu tried to snatch Jiang Wanjing's phone, and Jiang Wanjing added calmly to the person on the other end of the phone: "The other party is trying to snatch my phone now, which is also one of the charges I filed."

Mother Meng took a step back and waved her hands: "No, no, I won't fight anymore. I just want to tell you that we are sincere and we will settle this with you privately."

After Jiang Wanjing finished talking to the police, he hung up the phone, walked to Jiang Wanxing, squatted down, and untied her.

Jiang Wanxing lowered her head, not daring to look into Jiang Wanjing's eyes, her tears just dripping down her trouser legs.

Jiang Wanjing stared at Jiang Wanxing's clothes. He was wearing a dirty red and black plaid top with a gray sweater that was pilling. He was wearing a pair of dirty, old and baggy jeans with the legs rolled up in several places, which were obviously too long. He was also wearing a pair of ill-fitting old Beijing cloth shoes...

Even though she is good-looking, she looks rustic to the fullest at this moment.

Jiang Wanjing was very angry and threw the rope to the ground. He looked at Meng Hui, who was sitting on the ground and trembling, not sure whether it was because of pain or fear.

"Meng Hui, is this what you said, that you like Jiang Wanxing?"

Meng Hui shook his head: "No...it's not me, it's my mother..."

"I recorded it clearly just now. You said your mother has had a hard time. Please let my Jiang Wanxing be considerate of her."

"That's because Xingxing is clumsy at everything he does. He messed up the cooking, broke two dishes while washing them, and even couldn't wash the clothes properly. He poured in half a bag of detergent, wasting a lot of water, but the clothes were not washed clean. My mother was so angry that..."

"Isn't it because you said you loved her and wanted to be with her forever that she stayed? Isn't it because your mother said she loved her very much and would treat her well for the rest of her life that she stayed?

What you call good is to let her be your nanny? Your mother's life has not been easy. Did it start to become difficult after Xingxing moved into your home? Before Xingxing came, someone could cook and wash clothes. After she came, she is the only one who can do these things?"

Meng Mu explained: "She doesn't know anything, and our family is poor. We can't just keep her for nothing. I also want to teach her some life skills."

"She is the eldest daughter of the Jiang family. She only needs to stretch out her hands to get clothes and open her mouth to get food. Why does she need to learn life skills? Meng Hui, you are a waste. You obviously have no skills, but you actually want to try to pick stars from the sky. In the end, you picked them, but you don't have the ability to make them shine. Instead, you complain that the stars have no light?"

Mother Meng didn't want to tell Jiang Wanjing about this. She was a little anxious now. "Can you cancel the police report first and let's talk slowly? I can't go to jail. I still have two sons to raise. If I go to jail, what will happen to my children?"

"Now that you think about it, you still have a child to raise. So when you abused other people's children, why didn't you think that Wanxing was also the apple of someone else's eye?"

Mother Meng felt guilty: "I know about this matter. I did something wrong. I can make up for it. We will compensate you. You are not short of money. We will... compensate... one thousand. Is one thousand okay?"

Jiang Wanjing sneered, his eyes full of sarcasm.

"How about I tie you up like this, beat you for half a month, and then give you 1,000 yuan? No, if that's the way it works, then I want to imprison you for a year, beat you for a year, and give you 24,000 yuan. How about that?"

Mother Meng thought that the other party thought the money was too little, so she immediately said, "I, I, I, I will compensate you 10,000 yuan."

Jiang Wanjing glanced at Jiang Wanxing and said, "Did you hear that? I said before that I could only give you one thousand as a dowry, but now I can give you ten thousand to settle my affairs. How cheap you are."

Jiang Wanxing was filled with shame and lowered his head even lower.

Jiang Wanjing retracted his gaze and turned towards Meng Mu, with a cold arc on the corner of his lips: "Even if you compensate me 100 million, my Jiang family doesn't care. My sister's happiness is much more valuable than your worthless life. In order to vent her anger, you, an old woman, will only end up in one end..."