He shot up from his knees, grabbed his wife's hair, and yanked her off the bed and onto the floor. He then slapped her hard across the face, so hard that she saw stars and blood streamed from her nose. "You bitch! How dare you lie to me!"
While her son was beating his wife, Lv Shuifeng wasn't idle either. She took out a needle and, gritting her teeth, plunged it deep into Zhao Er's arm. "And you dare say I won't live past fifty!"
Zhao Er's screams turned into a miserable, piercing wail that echoed until nightfall.
That night, they didn't let her off easy. They doused her battered body with cold water and locked her in the pigsty, leaving her to reflect on her mistakes.
It rained that night. In the filthy pigsty, Zhao Er shivered from the cold, huddling as close to a pig as she could to stay warm.
A flash of lightning illuminated a figure outside the pigsty. Standing motionless in the downpour, the red silhouette looked like a statue.
