Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

She curled up on the cold iron bed, holding her cell phone tightly. The three words 'Mr. Song' on the screen stung her particularly, and the tears she had just held back burst out again.

It's the moment of collapse when you encounter a supporter after being bullied.

If before I met you, I could be strong and patient on my own, then after meeting you, I will have someone to rely on. Wen Ying couldn't help but think about all the good things about Song Jingming, and burst into tears.

In the end, I didn't dare to listen to his voice and didn't have the courage to answer the phone. She put her phone on the bed and fainted from the pain while crying.

When I woke up, the sun was shining in through the narrow window, and dust was flying in the light. The entire back was numb, but with the movement, the pain gradually returned.

"hiss…"

Wen Ying sat up and rubbed her eyes that were swollen from crying last night. Her phone was almost out of battery and there were more than 80 missed calls, all named Mr. Song and Uncle Chen.

She never thought that the harm caused to her by her close relatives would be healed by someone who had no blood relationship with her.

Looking at the sunshine outside the window, the bright sky. At this moment, she wanted to hear his voice so much, to hear his calm voice calling her warm...

I dialed the number and it rang for less than two seconds before being answered. An angry voice came from inside: "Wen Ying, why don't you answer the phone! Where are you! Are you crazy? Why don't you answer my call! Do you want to kill me? Speak! Why don't you answer the phone!"

Song Jingming's hoarse and urgent question came from the other side. He didn't sleep all night, didn't drink a sip of water, and curled up in the car all night holding his cell phone. He really wanted to scold this woman to death!

But when the curse words came to his lips, he swallowed them alive.

He was reluctant to give up.

"Wen Ying! Talk to me! Where are you? Are you in danger?"

"Song Jingming, I'm sorry, my phone ran out of battery last night. I'm fine, I'm at home...nothing happened."

Song Jingming's eyes were full of bloodshot eyes. He tried hard to swallow the dry and hoarse pain in his throat. He rubbed his brows, tried to keep his voice as calm as possible, and spoke to her in a nice voice: "Wen Ying, why did your phone die at home? ? You have nothing to do, why don’t you answer the phone? Does I, Song Jingming, look easy to deceive? Tell the truth."

Wen Ying couldn't help but burst into tears and choked up while listening to his tired and hoarse voice. At this moment, she knew very well that this man was the only person in the world who cared about her heart and soul.

People will always become vulnerable in the face of their own reliance. Wen Ying covered her mouth and shed tears again. She sobbed, but she kept pulling at the wound on her back, and the overwhelming pain kept her awake.

"I'm really fine. Did you not get a good rest last night? Don't worry about me, you have to take good care of yourself..."

"Wen Ying, you are crying."

He interrupted her.

Wen Ying had tried to keep his voice as calm as possible, but Song Jingming still heard it.

Song Jingming in the car clenched his fists tightly and licked his dry lips. Her soft, trembling and aggrieved voice was like a sharp thorn, pricking into Song Jingming's heart.

Wen Ying didn't reply to him, biting her arm and crying silently. But her sobbing voice was still captured on the other end of the phone.

"Wen Ying, what the hell are you talking about! Are they beating you! Damn, wait for me, I'm already on the way. You hide and wait for me. Do you hear me? Speak!"

On the other end of the phone, Song Jingming was so angry that he stamped on the back of the passenger seat of the taxi. The driver looked at him in the rearview mirror. He was wearing an expensive suit, a watch, and this noble temperament... but he didn't dare to protest.

"Song Jingming, please don't be impulsive. I'm fine! Don't come. Let me solve my own family affairs, okay? Please, don't come..."

Of course she didn't want him to come, she didn't want him to see the dirt roads in the village where people couldn't walk when it rained, she didn't want him to see the dirty and messy yard, she didn't want him to see her father who was eating, drinking, whoring and gambling, she didn't want him to see I grew up in such an environment.

"Please, don't come..."

Listening to her soft pleas, Song Jingming felt so distressed that it felt as if someone had poured glass shards into his heart. He is going crazy...

"Wen Ying, why do you always put yourself in danger? Have you ever thought that I would feel distressed! I feel so damn distressed!! Is my distress so worthless!"

He roared at the phone and could only kick the back of the chair to vent.

"Sir, although my old car is not worth much, but..."

"Shut up! Drive faster!"

Wen Ying listened to his violent voice on the other end, and tears flowed out more violently. Of course she knew he would feel distressed. He would feel distressed for a long time if her skin was scratched red, not to mention the blood on her back now.

"Song Jingming, I'm sorry...I will really protect myself..."

"Wen Ying, don't say sorry to me! What's the use of saying sorry to me so much? I want you to stand in front of me safely!! Do as I say, right away... Hello? Wen Ying! Speak! Hello ?”

On the other end, Wen Ying hurriedly hung up the phone and his father came in.

The father bared his teeth and had a malicious smile on his face, which was vulgar and frightening: "My daughter is so beautiful. She looks nothing like the people in our village. She looks like a rich girl, with such a tender face. of…"

Wen Ying leaned against the wall and secretly stuffed her cell phone under her body. She was so frightened that her chest rose and fell abnormally.

"Did you call your boss just now? Take out your phone and ask me to talk to him. I want to ask him how much money he can give me after sleeping with my daughter for so long. Can you give me 100,000?"

Wen Ying pressed the phone tightly to prevent her father from taking it: "You are blackmailing... don't touch my phone!"

Snap, a heavy slap hit Wen Ying's forehead that had not yet healed. The gauze was torn off, revealing the tender flesh that had not yet grown. Then he hit the tender meat with a punch, and the man grinned: "Bitch, you sleep with me for free! I have to call him today, give me your phone! If you don't, I'll beat you to death!"

Wen Ying huddled together holding her cell phone in her hand, and there was a huge pain in her forehead that almost made her faint.

My father’s hand hurt from the beating, and he couldn’t find the tree sliver from last night. He just pulled off the belt and slapped her hard.

Wen Ying was in so much pain that she couldn't scream, so she could only pull at the veins in her neck and close her eyes to endure. She was beaten once and she called the police, but when the police came they said it was a family matter and it was best to resolve it through negotiation. After the police left, she faced even more brutal beatings.

If the police were more responsible and took my father into custody, my mother would scold her from morning till night, wanting to use the most vicious and disgusting words in the world to scold her.

Wen Ying's whole body gradually became numb, and the harsh belt waved in the air, making a sound of wind, and then fell on her body. She used her greatest strength to throw the phone against the wall. The phone was of poor quality and immediately fell to pieces.

Only then did her father stop...throwing away the belt and going to strangle her to death.

The mother, who had been watching the scene at the door, came over to stop her: "Don't kill her. Just sell it to the cripple... The nearby villages know that we have a fairy in our family. The cripple has to say it. I'll give her a gift of 10 yuan! Hurry up and give it to the cripple." Call her and ask her to come over with the money to pick her up. This will save her from having to pay for medical treatment for her injuries..."