Reborn in the 60s, I hunt to support my family and even seduce the village beauty.

When the two policemen lifted Sima Bin up from the wall, his legs were almost giving way.

His face was covered in blood, his shirt collar was stained red, and blood was still seeping from the gash on his ear. He looked like he had just crawled out of a crime scene.

As he passed Ma Wencai, he paused for a moment, turned his head, and glanced at him.

The hatred in that glance was clearly audible to everyone in the cafeteria.

His usual condescending attitude was long gone, and he no longer cared about being a section chief or not; he wanted nothing more than to devour Ma Wencai alive!

His lips trembled several times, probably wanting to curse, but the policeman pulled him back, and he staggered out.

That was completely unexpected!

I never expected that my brother-in-law, Ma Wencai, who is usually so obedient and helpful, would be so terrified when he was in the hands of the police.

Before we even started using any methods, before he even sat on the iron chair in the interrogation room, he couldn't take it anymore! He spilled everything, even bringing up those old, messy accounts from Daxing.

In the past, this kind of person would have been a complete traitor and lackey!

Atone for his crimes by performing meritorious service? Sima Bin sneered inwardly.

Having reached this point, are you still dreaming of redeeming yourself through meritorious service?

Even if they don't get shot for what they did, they'll still be forced to build bridges and dig reservoirs, working in labor camps until they die, and they'll never be able to come back in this lifetime.

Ma Wencai stood in the corner with his head drooping, muttering something under his breath.

The police stopped supporting him; his legs were trembling, and he looked like a wilted eggplant after a frost, barely able to stand up straight.

Just as Director Huang was about to turn around and speak to Chang Kun, Ma Wencai suddenly looked up and asked Director Huang eagerly, "Director Huang... I... I guess I've redeemed myself through meritorious service?"

At that moment, he was like a drowning dog, desperately struggling to get ashore, thinking that if he could grab a straw, he could climb out.

Before Director Huang could speak, Ma Wencai's wife made a move.

She suddenly rushed out from the corner, like a caged beast that had been locked up for too long. She grabbed a large, rough porcelain bowl from the octagonal table and swung it, bowl and water, at Ma Wencai's head.

The rough porcelain bowl smashed squarely on Ma Wencai's forehead with a muffled "bang," shattering into several pieces and splashing water all over his face.

ah!"

Ma Wencai let out a scream, staggered back two steps, covered his forehead with his hand, and blood seeped out from between his fingers.

Before he could even regain his footing, his wife rushed up at him again.

He was still clutching a shard of porcelain in his hand, its edges jagged and reflecting a cold, menacing light.

Her right hand was bleeding from a cut caused by a shard of porcelain, but in her excitement, she didn't feel the pain at all.

He gripped the porcelain shard tightly in his hand, lunged forward, and thrust it fiercely towards Ma Wencai's neck!

This time, there was no hesitation, no tears in her eyes, only an empty, resolute look.

Even if it means paying with one's life for murder, she'll accept it!

Several people rushed forward at the same time.

Aunt Song was closest to her, so she grabbed her waist and pulled her back.

Sister Wu grabbed the wrist of the woman holding the porcelain shard, while Brother Monkey grabbed her other arm from the side.

While being dragged by three people, she still struggled forward. The sharp edge of the porcelain shard was only a hair's breadth away from Ma Wencai's neck, cutting his skin and causing a bead of blood to seep out.

"Let go! Let go of me!" she finally shouted, her voice hoarse.

Having been married for so many years, I have been a slave to Ma Wencai and have never wronged him in the slightest.

She endured being beaten and verbally abused.

These days, divorce is shameful. She's afraid people will laugh at her, and she's afraid her family will lose face...

I thought I could just bear it and it would pass. Getting married is not easy, but getting divorced is even harder!

But Marvin had treated her so badly; she truly wished it were all a dream and would end soon.

"You surnamed Ma! Today, either you die, or I do!!"

She struggled desperately, her eyes wide with rage!

Aunt Song hugged her tighter and gently stroked her head to comfort her.

After a long while, her body went limp in an instant, as if her bones had been removed, and she leaned against Aunt Song.

Finally, she cried out, a sob squeezed out little by little from her throat, like something shattering in her chest.

He squatted on the ground, covering his face, his shoulders shrugging.

Blood seeped from between her fingers. Aunt Song held her, resting her chin on her head, her eyes red-rimmed.

What a pitiful person, how could such a thing happen to them!

This is unheard of!

Ma Wencai slumped in the corner, blood still seeping from the shallow scratch on his neck, muttering something about redeeming himself through meritorious service over and over again, like chanting a sutra.

Several police officers dragged Sima Bin and Ma Wencai out of the cafeteria, one after the other.

Sima Bin walked ahead, the blood from his ear had stopped flowing and had congealed into a dark red scab on his neck.

Ma Wencai followed behind, his trouser legs soaked, whether from water or from being scared and urinating, it was hard to tell. He walked in a strange way, his legs splayed outwards, and he trembled with every step.

Neither of them dared to turn around, for fear of being torn to pieces by Ma Wencai's wife.

The cafeteria quieted down.

Broken porcelain shards were scattered on the ground, and an enamel mug was still rolling in the corner, a complete mess.

In the corner, Ma Wencai's wife was still squatting, covering her face. She had stopped crying, but occasionally sobbed.

Aunt Song hugged her and patted her back repeatedly, like she was comforting a child; her arms were probably sore from it.

Director Huang walked over to Chang Kun's side, and the two of them stood at the door, a little distance away from the crowd.

Chang Kun glanced at the woman squatting in the corner and asked in a low voice, "Director Huang, what should we do with this woman? We can't just leave her like this."

"I heard she doesn't have a job and relies entirely on Ma Wencai's salary at home. She didn't dare to fight back even when she was beaten... Now that Ma Wencai is in jail, she's afraid she won't be able to make a living."

Director Huang followed his gaze and glanced at the woman. Her shoulders were hunched, and she looked pitiful. No matter which unit it was, they all had an obligation to take care of such victims.

He pondered for a moment, then had an idea.

"Go to the Women's Federation. They're the easiest people to contact for this kind of thing! I'll make a call and have someone come over."

He paused, lowering his voice even further, "I'll tell them to keep a close eye on her. In situations like this, I'm worried this woman might do something rash..."

Chang Kun nodded, understanding the weight of those words.

A woman without a job, children, or income, who returns to her parents' home after a divorce, is gossiped about; if she doesn't divorce, her husband is in jail, and she still can't survive.

Moreover, she was deeply humiliated and it would be very difficult for her to get over this.

When there are no options on either side, some people will choose a third dead end.

Director Huang squatted down and spoke to the woman.

"Excuse me, what's your name, lady?"

"Hou Guifen," the woman replied softly.

Chang Kun smirked. This woman is such a waste of her name.

"Hou Guifen, you're a ruthless person!" This meme became a popular saying throughout the country in later generations, yet she was bullied to this extent by Ma Wencai...