It was night.
Li San Family's son, Li Zhuangnian, who had drunk wine, returned home.
At this moment, Cuicui, who had been beaten, was huddled in the corner of the bed.
Li Zhuangnian's mother immediately stepped forward, accusing her son of her "disobedience."
"Pushing me hard, going crazy, saying that she scolded her, and she doesn't listen!"
Aunt Li, getting angrier as she spoke, "What kind of wife do you have?"
"Not in good health, married into our family for almost a year, yet her belly hasn't shown any sign."
"Now she still goes mad every day, pretending. If it wasn't for the fact that marrying her didn't require any silver, she absolutely wouldn't have entered the Li Family's door!"
Li Zhuangnian, big and burly, responded upon hearing this: "Mother, take a rest. Let me teach this filthy woman a lesson!"
Aunt Li nodded in satisfaction.
