Ruthless Host and Her Little Darling Quick Transmigration

Chapter 245 Apocalypse 10

Rural houses aren't very soundproof, and the man's panicked voice attracted almost everyone who was up early in the neighborhood. Qin Baobao lived next door and was naturally awakened by the noise.

She forced herself to get out of bed with difficulty, and dragged her slippers to the window.

When I opened the curtains, I was even stung by the sunlight outside.

A few people had already gathered sparsely outside the neighbor's yard. The person who shouted first seemed to have had their throat choked, and apart from that initial shout, there was no sound.

A woman walked out of the courtyard, quickly reached the gate, and then stood still, staring in one direction. All Qin Baobao could see was the back of her head, her expression obscured.

Qin Baobao put on a coat and came down from the second floor.

"What's wrong? What happened? What's wrong?"

"Judging from the clothes, she should be Xuanzi's mother..."

"Could it be a prank? There's no forest around..."

"That can't be right. Xuanzi is an honest boy, and besides, that's his mother..."

"Poor thing, there are two children at home."

The people talking were not loud, and the neighbors always tried to avoid the topic.

It just looked too horrific...

Aside from a pile of blood-stained, tattered clothes, the only thing at the scene was that pitted and cratered head, as if it had been gnawed on by some creature, with the stark white bones visible on its face.

It was both disgusting and horrifying.

Qin Baobao only glanced at it through the crack, and it immediately caused her physical discomfort.

"Such a big thing happened, did you call the police?"

"I didn't call the police."

"I didn't apply either."

……

There was no way to rely on the group of elderly people. Qin Baobao reached into her pocket. Well, she had come down in a hurry and hadn't brought her phone with her.

The summer morning was no longer refreshing, and Qin Baobao was wearing a coat. Tiny beads of sweat were already seeping through her pores, dampening the hair on her forehead.

She quietly withdrew from the crowd and threw her coat on the sofa when she got back to her place.

A few minutes later, the loud siren pierced through the glass and into my ears.

His biological mother had died, and Jiang Wenxuan was lost in his own world, not working a single day. When the company called, he said he needed to take two days off.

The person on the other end of the phone launched into a tirade of abuse.

Jiang Wentao was always a very good-tempered person. He listened silently until the other end of the phone hung up, then mechanically put his phone into his pocket.

His wife placed the food next to him.

"Eat some."

The man looked up at his wife, then hugged her tightly. Only then did he dare to cry out loud, overwhelmed with grief.

"I don't have a mother anymore, Xiao'e, I don't have a mother anymore."

“Although she’s very nagging and annoying. We even had a fight yesterday.”

"Xiao'e, I don't have a mother anymore." Even though that person had placed such heavy burdens on me while she was alive, I still feel so sad now that she's gone.

The woman hugged him without saying a word.

Upon seeing the body, Li Nian'e felt a sense of satisfaction, as if the dust had settled and the pent-up frustration in her chest vanished.

But when she saw her current husband, that feeling of being bound arose in her heart once again.

She wouldn't allow it, she absolutely wouldn't allow it.

Having finally gained her freedom, she would never allow anything to stand in her way.

She wanted to gain her freedom, and no one could stop her, not even her husband whom she once deeply loved.

The woman reached out and gently patted the man's back, just like she would pat two children to sleep at night.

The poor oppressed!

Li Nian'e recalled the bits and pieces of their past. The beautiful moments had been washed away by time and become mundane, while the difficulties, though profound, were not so important.

During my school days, my husband's outstretched hand was so warm; I can no longer remember what that feeling was like.

The woman paused slightly, then continued to coax the man.

What can we do? Let's just keep going, maybe life will get better.

The woman pushed life aside to time, and the hand that patted her became even gentler.

Qin Baobao went out to pick up her takeout and happened to run into her neighbor, who had been abused at home the night before, wearing a mask and leading a man home.

Qin Baobao wondered if her neighbor was incredibly bold. Isn't it said that a dog has boundless courage? Wasn't she afraid her suspicious husband would abuse her again that night?

Is it all just a matter of fun? One is willing to give, and the other is willing to receive.

I guess I'm just getting old; I can't understand young people's love anymore.

Qin Baobao couldn't help but sigh, "Time waits for no one, and time is a cruel butcher."

Qin Baobao paid little attention to the love-hate relationship between her neighbors, grabbed her takeout, and went inside. The aroma of the spicy crab was simply too tempting; she couldn't possibly focus on anything else that didn't matter.

I woke up early in the morning with a strong craving for spicy food to stimulate my taste buds.

Spicy crab, Sichuan-style chicken, and Mapo tofu are all dishes with strong flavors. Just smelling them makes your mouth water.

Plates of food were placed on the table, and people picked up their chopsticks and began to feast.

It was so fresh, fragrant, and delicious that Qin Baobao couldn't help but eat until she was stuffed.

Sitting on the sofa, rubbing her stomach, Qin Baobao looked completely bewildered. This was the first time in her life she'd ever eaten so much; it was truly a rare occurrence.

Sunlight streamed in through the glass, warm and cozy. Qin Baobao rubbed her belly and decided to go out for a walk.

I opened the door and once again met my neighbor's gaze.

What a coincidence!

The neighbor nodded with a complicated expression, then closed the door.

After getting married, her social circle shrank, and she lost contact with her former girlfriends. Several years have passed, and now she's afraid to ask for help from others, for fear of burdening them.

Last night was the third time she had been beaten.

The first time was on their wedding night. He got drunk and, fueled by alcohol, went on a rampage. When he woke up and saw her bruised and swollen face, he was filled with remorse and kept slapping himself. He said it was the first time he had ever been drunk, that he didn't even know he had this problem, and that he would never drink again.

Thinking of his past gentleness and tenderness, she believed him.

For several years afterward, he indeed stopped drinking. However, his jealousy only intensified, to the point that he no longer trusted even his closest female friends. The women, however, assumed it was because he loved them too much, and their hearts swelled with sweetness. Weighing the pros and cons, they ultimately felt that family was more important, and their former girlfriends gradually drifted apart.

Looking around, she was now all alone. Besides him, there was nothing else she could rely on.

She turned down gossip from her neighbors; she never attended a colleague's dinner party. Living in this bustling modern world, she didn't have a single friend. Even her family, whom she only saw once a year, had become like relatives to her.

The passion faded, the sweetness vanished, and only now did she realize her husband's depravity. The legendary PUA had truly played out in her life, and even now, it still seemed unbelievable.

This isn't the first time I've been beaten like this over the years. Why is it that this time I suddenly realized my mistake?

How stupid I was in those past few years.

Huang Lili clenched her fist, looked at the security camera at the corner of the stairs, and made up her mind.