"In any case, couples should try to live harmoniously; domestic violence is harmful to everyone and causes physical and mental harm to others."

Qiann Yan nodded in agreement and said, "Officers, you’re absolutely right. I’ve been married to him for thirty years, and I’ve been beaten for thirty years, which has indeed caused irreparable damage to my mind and body. Now, I’ve finally learned a skill: to fight back immediately when he starts hitting. Only by knocking him down will he have no strength to hit me."

When Qiann Yan finished speaking, the officers fell silent, and at the same time, the records of their past incidents were retrieved.

Upon seeing the records of Jiang Lid leaving the original host bedridden, even breaking bones, they fell into deeper silence, momentarily at a loss for words.

But as law enforcement officers, they could only admonish Qiann Yan briefly, telling her not to resort to violence for everything.

However, is that truly what they believe in their hearts?

Only they know.

On Jiang Cong’s suggestion, Jiang Lid was examined for injuries, but there weren’t any, not even a bruise. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

This was nothing like what Jiang Cong had imagined. He felt Qiann Yan’s cold gaze, regretting that he impulsively called the police.

Qiann Yan said, "I told you it’s just small squabbles. I know better than anyone how painful it is to break skin or bones. How could I hit that hard?"

For the first time, the officers felt a kind of sympathy for Qiann Yan, the attacker. Looking at the previous records, they believed her story. With Jiang Jinghan as a witness, saying Jiang Lid struck first and Qiann Yan merely defended herself, they felt disdain for both Jiang Lid and Jiang Cong.

Leaving the police station, Jiang Lid attempted to run but was caught by Qiann Yan: "Where are you going? There’s still work to do in the fields!"

Jiang Lid’s legs went weak, and he heard Qiann Yan whisper, "You even dared to call the police; have you grown some courage?"

Jiang Lid recognized these words as something he once said, feeling even more frightened.

Qiann Yan looked at Jiang Cong at the side: "Your son is really filial, he’s even learned to call the police."

Jiang Cong thought to himself that it was all over. There’s no way he could get money from Qiann Yan now, deeply regretting it.

"Get back to work. You’re useless if you don’t work despite being so grown."

Jiang Lid couldn’t run away and resigned himself to returning. Jiang Cong didn’t follow them back; he watched Qiann Yan and the others’ retreating figures, his face darkened as he turned in another direction.

After a long while, Xie Moohuai finally withdrew his gaze from outside the station. He had come to see Xie Yanyu off today; unexpectedly, he turned around to see that family of Teacher Jiang’s.

Whether it was an illusion or not, he couldn’t help but feel puzzled. He thought Teacher Jiang’s parents seemed mismatched; her father was not deserving of her mother.

Back home, Jiang Lid was assigned all sorts of tasks by Qiann Yan, working him like an ox. Qiann Yan stood by with a bamboo stick, while Jiang Lid worked with a bitter face.

No one came to intervene. The original host had been beaten for thirty years, often in front of the villagers.

Qiann Yan’s behavior lately, as if she’d gone mad, led the villagers to think that the sincere person had been pushed too far, and who dared to intervene?

After all, it wasn’t their business, and no one was dead, so why interfere?

Jiang Lid and the Liu Family were equally detestable, honestly not very well-liked.

A few fair-weather friends, but even they had wives. After being slightly discouraged by their wives at home, they weren’t eager to do this thankless job.

Some people knew that the officers had visited earlier and casually asked a few questions.