"What are you talking about? I return to my own home to steal my own things?" Xia Jianguo didn’t like hearing this.
"Who knows if you brought back some unsavory people!" Song Juan completely lost it.
Xia Jianguo knew Song Juan was taking this opportunity to vent, and he didn’t continue to argue with her. Instead, he softened his tone, "Juan’er, we’ve been married for so many years. Don’t you know how I treat you? Han Xi, she’s just a girl from my hometown, trying to find a job in Beijing, it’s not easy for her..."
"It’s not easy for her, but is it easy for my mom?" Xia Mian didn’t want to hear Xia Jianguo continue to ramble. She exploded before he could finish.
A woman outside the family finds it difficult? But it’s easy for your own woman! What kind of logic is that!
"Xia Mian!" Xia Jianguo glared at Xia Mian, "Who gave you permission to talk to me ?"
Xia Mian ignored Xia Jianguo’s bluster and continued, "She hasn’t gotten away with causing me to get hit by a car! I’ve already had the hospital print my medical records, and the driver who was affected will testify. I’m going to sue her for intentional harm! She can wait for her jail time!"
"Xia Mian, I forbid you to make a fuss!" Xia Jianguo scowled, turning to berate Song Juan, "Look at this, this is the kind of daughter you’ve raised! Unreasonable, with no manners!"
"If the child is not taught, it’s the father’s fault!" Xia Mian wouldn’t back down. "As a father, you didn’t set a good example for me. What right do you have to criticize me!"
Out of reflex, Xia Jianguo raised his palm and slapped Xia Mian.
Xia Mian’s face was already pale, and Xia Jianguo hit with all his might. Five finger marks immediately appeared on Xia Mian’s face.
"Xia Jianguo, you scumbag!" Song Juan was furious. She jumped up to scratch Xia Jianguo’s face.
Unfortunately, Song Juan was petite, and Xia Jianguo was large and strong. All she managed to scratch was his chin.
"Hey, hey, hey! What are you doing?" The two officers saw the situation and immediately moved to pull Song Juan and Xia Jianguo apart.
But they were a step too late. Xia Jianguo, already angered by Song Juan’s scratch drawing blood, pushed her away. Song Juan stumbled, fell to the ground, and hit her forehead on the edge of the coffee table, instantly bleeding.
"What’s going on with you, sir? If you have something to say, say it. How can you resort to violence?" The older officer stepped forward to help Song Juan up, clearly disapproving of Xia Jianguo’s actions.
"Officer, this is a family matter." Xia Jianguo was already irritated, having lost his previous patience.
"Family matter? If your daughter and wife pursue this, it’s called domestic violence!" The older officer was not polite with Xia Jianguo.
Having lived so many years, the thing he hated most was men hitting women and children, and today Xia Jianguo did both!
Song Juan held her bleeding forehead, but her eyes were clearer than ever. "Officer, you’ve seen it. Even with you here, he dares to use violence against us. Imagine how much suffering we endure when you can’t see. I want a divorce. Could you testify for me..."
The word "divorce" hit Xia Jianguo’s ears, and he instantly panicked.
Divorce was impossible. If they divorced, he wouldn’t get a dime!
"Juan’er, look at this, such a small matter and you want a divorce." Xia Jianguo said while searching for the first aid kit.
Unfortunately, Xia Mian was quicker, not giving him any chance to perform.
Xia Mian brought the first aid kit to Song Juan, "Mom, let me help you with your wound first."
Song Juan sat down with the support of the older officer.
Xia Mian first took out her phone to take photos as evidence before opening the kit to treat Song Juan’s wound.
Originally, she thought getting Song Juan to divorce Xia Jianguo would be difficult, but she never expected Xia Jianguo’s blunders to instantly give them the upper hand.
Having a mistress and the mistress stealing from their home, relentlessly denying it, and now domestic violence against mother and daughter, with such evidence, there’s no doubt the divorce will go through.
Xia Jianguo stood to the side, wringing his hands nervously, unable to sit still, "Juan’er, I didn’t mean it, don’t you know me by now? All these years of marriage, not once did I lift a finger against you. Domestic violence? How could I possibly commit domestic violence against you!"
Song Juan said nothing, her mind echoing Xia Mian’s words at the hospital: cheating happens zero times or countless times.
She thought, perhaps the same goes for domestic violence.
Today, Xia Jianguo hits Xia Mian and her to protect Han Xi. For another woman tomorrow, he might end her life!
"Say no more, my mind is made up. Pack your things and leave! There’s no place for you in this home anymore." Song Juan looked at Xia Jianguo.
Xia Jianguo’s expression froze, "Does it have to be this way?"
Song Juan answered with an expressionless "hmm.
Xian Jianguo sighed, "I know you’re still mad at me. I’ll stay elsewhere for now, so you can calm down. If you still insist on divorce after thinking it through, I’ll respect your decision."
Having said this, Xia Jianguo picked up his bag and left.
He walked out of the villa and got into his car, his face immediately turning dark.
Who would have thought Han Xi just liked the chain Song Juan had and wanted to wear it for a couple of days, and it would escalate to this!
He couldn’t let Song Juan have the upper hand!
Xia Jianguo thought so, took out his phone, found a number, and dialed.
He didn’t know Xia Mian followed him out, standing at the villa’s gate, eyes fixed on him.
What kind of person Xia Jianguo was, Xia Mian had seen clearly in a past life.
A classic case of self-interest.
When your interests are not at stake, he may pretend to be friendly, but once you threaten his interests, he will trick you to death!
Watching Xia Jianguo end the call and drive away contentedly, Xia Mian slightly curled her lips and waved down a car.
"Follow that car in front." Xia Mian sat in the passenger seat, her demeanor calm beyond her years.
"Hey girl, we meet again." A lazy, casual voice came through, and Xia Mian saw the familiar person in the rearview mirror.
Xia Mian hesitated for a moment, deciding whether to trouble Lu Zechuan, but he spoke first, "Uncle Sun, do as she says."
Lu Zechuan slightly lowered his gaze, his hands folded on his knee, a flash of incongruity glinting where the small rabbit hairband clashed with his suit. On closer inspection, a small crack appeared on the rabbit pattern of the hairband.