Reborn back to the time before I sold my blood to support my scumbag boyfriend's college educat

More than an hour later, Mr. Huang, dressed in mourning clothes, arrived at the Civil Affairs Bureau, clutching his mother whose face was swollen and red. The moment they got out of the car, pedestrians on the street stopped and looked at them with strange eyes.

Mr. Huang didn't care, but Mrs. Huang kept her head down, afraid of being recognized. Before long, a large crowd had gathered at the entrance of the Civil Affairs Bureau. When the staff inside saw the large crowd, they came out to investigate.

I saw three people dressed in mourning clothes. One of them, an older man, was pulling an older woman along, while the other two young men stood next to the older woman.

He paused for a moment upon seeing this, then asked, "What are you doing? You're not allowed to cause trouble in front of the Civil Affairs Bureau."

"Brother, we didn't cause any trouble. My uncle wants a divorce and is waiting here for my cousin to bring his marriage certificate."

Huang Shaoxing went over and explained to the staff member, who then went to find their supervisor. He was worried the woman had clearly been assaulted.

After a while, a staff member hurriedly brought over a middle-aged man, who was the director of the Civil Affairs Bureau.

"I heard you're getting a divorce, but you can't hit someone even if you're divorcing. I'm the director of the Civil Affairs Bureau, and my surname is Zhao."

"Director Zhao, this is what happened: she, my aunt, angered my grandfather to death. So, my uncle wants to divorce her."

Director Zhao was unaware that things had turned out this way. Huang Shaoxing's voice was quite loud, and upon hearing this, the crowd erupted in uproar. They pointed and whispered about Huang's mother, berating her for being unfilial.

"I didn't mean to, I really didn't mean to."

Huang's mother lowered her head and muttered to herself, wishing she could disappear into the ground.

"Xiao Xu, take them inside to wait."

Director Zhao thought they couldn't let them stay at the door any longer, or the door would be blocked.

"Okay, Director Zhao, please come in with me."

Xiao Xu led them inside, and Director Zhao said, "Everyone, disperse and don't crowd here."

The crowd gradually dispersed after watching Mr. Huang and his group enter the Civil Affairs Bureau. Mr. Huang and his group followed Xiao Xu into the Civil Affairs Bureau, where Xiao Xu told them to sit in the lobby and wait for Director Zhao.

Fortunately, divorces are rare these days; sometimes only one couple comes in every two or three months, or even half a year. There, however, a long line formed at the wedding window next door, and they saw that Mr. Huang and his family were dressed in mourning clothes.

I glanced at them and didn't look this way again, urging the staff to hurry up, as today was their auspicious wedding day. Seeing them dressed in mourning clothes seemed a bit unlucky. Several couples behind me even left, discussing coming back on another day to get their marriage certificates.

"Come with me to the office and sit for a while."

Director Zhao walked in and said to Mr. Huang, "You're obstructing the newlyweds getting their marriage certificate next door." Mr. Huang was about to refuse when his two brothers, Huang Shaosong and Huang Shaosong, walked in with their marriage certificate and household registration booklet.

"Dad, we brought the things."

"I won't get a divorce, Huang Shaosong, you unfilial son. What kind of son are you? Your father wants to divorce me, and instead of trying to dissuade him, you're helping him."

Huang's mother became emotional and grabbed Huang Shaosong's arm in a tantrum, crying and making a scene.

Huang Shaosong frowned and shook off her hand. "Mom, what you've done has gone too far. I agree with Dad divorcing you. Don't worry, after the divorce, my brother and I won't abandon you."

"No, I won't get a divorce, Shaogang, say something! You're not married yet, if I divorce your father, it won't be easy for you to find a wife in the future."

Huang Shaogang didn't speak. He was feeling very tired lately. Too many things had happened in the past few days, one after another. His mother's troubles and his sister's own messing around had even dragged him into it.

"Chen Yanhuan, I'm divorcing you no matter what, no one can persuade me otherwise. Give me the marriage certificate."

Mr. Huang took the marriage certificate from Huang Shaosong. Chen Yanhuan tried to run away, but was caught by Huang Shaoxing and the young man who came with her. Their mission today was to prevent her from escaping.

"I want a divorce. Get it done quickly. I need to go home and arrange my father's funeral."

Mr. Huang handed the marriage certificate and their ID cards to the staff member, who then looked at Director Zhao.

"I don't agree to a divorce, you can't process my divorce." Huang's mother struggled agitatedly, crying her heart out.

"Chen Yanhuan, if you don't divorce me, aren't you afraid that one day I won't be able to hold back and will kill you?"

Upon hearing this, Huang's mother stopped crying abruptly, collapsed to the ground, and stared blankly into the distance.

Seeing this, Director Zhao said sternly, "Since the relationship between the two parties has broken down, they are eligible for divorce. Process it for them as soon as possible."

They can't let someone die because the Civil Affairs Bureau won't process their divorce. Even if it were him, he wouldn't be able to hold back his anger over the murder of his father.

A few minutes later, Huang's father received the divorce certificate and said, "Shaosong and Shaogang, go back and take care of your grandfather first. I'll be there soon. Shaoxing, get her in the car; we're going to the police station to transfer her household registration."

He didn't want to see Chen Yanhuan for even a moment longer, including her name; he wanted to move her household registration out of the city.

Huang's mother let them take her away with a blank expression, and not long after, her household registration was also transferred. The police station staff, after hearing Huang Shaoxing's account of their situation, did not dare to delay and processed it for them as quickly as possible.

"Chen Yanhuan, the house is yours, just don't ever show your face in front of me again."

It wasn't that Mr. Huang was generous; he simply didn't want that home. Going back would be torture for him every moment. Besides, if he took the house, his two sons couldn't just abandon her, and in the end, it would be the sons who suffered.

"Huang Wenliang, are you really that heartless?"

Huang's father didn't even look at her or answer her question, and led Huang Shaoxing and the others away.

Huang's mother sat on the ground and wailed. For the past twenty years, countless people had envied her. Except for her youngest son dropping out of school to collect recyclables, her life had been smooth sailing.

After marrying into the Huang family, she became the head of the household. Her mother-in-law had passed away before her husband remarried. Her husband's younger brother and sister-in-law took care of her during childbirth and postpartum confinement, and they also helped raise her two sons.

Later, when her husband's younger brother got married, her father-in-law arranged for them to divide the family property. At that time, her husband's younger sister, who was unmarried, lived with them. She continued to take care of her child, while her father-in-law lived with her husband's younger brother's family. She only needed to give them some money and occasionally go back to visit them.

She has three children and has never washed a single diaper. Her husband washes all the children's diapers and clothes because he is afraid of tiring her out.

By the time her sister-in-law got married, Shaosong was already six years old and could help with cooking and housework, while Shaogang's four-year-old daughter was three and didn't need anyone to take care of her.

"I can't cry, Xiaomin is waiting for me to save her! I must find my daughter."

Chen Yanhuan wiped away her tears, sat up, took out her daughter's photo, and went to ask passersby on the street.

After several transfers, Huang Shaomin was finally sold to a family, and the man's family was quite satisfied with her.

He readily paid the trafficker and drove her to a house. The house was large and looked nice. It was just a bit out of the way; there were other houses about 500 or 600 meters away.

"Don't be afraid. My son is good-looking and young. As long as you give him a son or daughter, our family will not mistreat you."

The woman sitting in the passenger seat said that Huang Shaomin was terrified because her hands and feet were tied and her mouth was gagged. She had been bound like this for the past few days, except for eating, drinking, and relieving herself.

"Waaaaah..."

She wanted to speak but couldn't; she wanted to go home, not stay here.

"Don't worry, we'll remove the cloth from your mouth when we get off the bus."

The woman continued speaking, while getting off the bus and calling for a burly woman to come and take Huang Shaomin off the bus.

"Sister-in-law Xiulian, go and bathe her, change her clothes, and then bring her over."

"it is good"

Yu Xiulian untied the ropes binding Huang Shaomin's feet, then pulled her along. She planned to take her to bathe, change into nicer clothes, and dress her up a bit.