Zhuang Shuyi turned around and saw that the person sitting in the corner holding a veil and crying was not their cousin Zhuang Jialan. How could she be here?

Although something unpleasant happened in the past and during the days when she first came to Peking, Zhuang Shuyi still held a grudge against this, but now she can no longer raise the childish resentment.

Before national hatred and family grudges, there is nothing that cannot be put down.

"Sister Lan, what's wrong with you?" There was naturally no gap between Zhuang Boyong and Zhuang Jialan. Although there was not much intimacy between them at the beginning.

Zhuang Boyong has never been that kind of gentle girl. She will neither experience the difficulties of her sisters nor care about them gently and considerately. She is so strong, just like the pillar supporting the world, tenacious and upright.

To be honest, if she hadn't had such beautiful skin, there would be no place like the traditional weak women. Although Yongning had many such powerful women, there were few who were countless times stronger than men as she was.

Therefore, the girls at home have always treated her as elders.

Zhuang Jialan subconsciously shook her head, just like she treated her father and mother. If only Zhuang Boyong was there, this might have happened. But fortunately, Zhuang Shuyi is here.

"What are you here?" Zhuang Shuyi's sharp eyes found the bruise on the back of Zhuang Jialan's neck. Although only a small piece was exposed, it was enough for people to see the tip of the iceberg of the truth. "Who hits you!"

"No one." Zhuang Jialan's answer is the legendary five tones here.

Who else could be there? Zhuang Shuyi and Zhuang Boyong immediately realized and rebuked each other in unison. "How dare he! Let him beat him!"

I can't blame these two sisters for being so nervous. Everything that Zhuang Boyong encountered in the past was enough to wake them up. If they had confessed to each other and found ways to change this, many things might have been different now.

Zhuang Boyong would not go crazy hopelessly and had to give up completely and escape from Yongning. Then Zhuang Shuyi would never be hurt by the condom made by Hao Bowen, and he could not choose the last path - death.

If there is not one of Zheng Yangbo, then things can only slide into the abyss that cannot be returned. Only those two tombstones will become real.

"No. No." Zhuang Jialan heard their doubts and immediately shrank her neck, picked up her medicine and prepared to escape. Zhuang Shuyi did not think about stopping her, but Zhuang Jialan was panicked and bumped into Zhuang Shuyi.

The kraft paper in the medicine bag suddenly scattered, and the medicinal materials inside scattered all over the floor. If someone else came to see it, it would be just a small accident. But Zhuang Shuyi and Zhuang Boyong knew that this was not just an accident.

"You have miscarriage more than once." The two sisters may be familiar with this prescription. Although my grandmother's house runs a clinic, the two sisters have not learned these mysterious and mysterious things. At most, they can just recite the eighteen rebellions.

But the two sisters would not make mistakes about this prescription. Because their mother had been taking this prescription for many years. Zhuang Shuyi knew better, because just before she left Yongning, my grandmother started taking this prescription again.

"You have no children yet, is it because of him?" Zhuang Boyong glared at her. "You are still not our Yongning woman, you don't stop him! You don't even protect your own children!"

"What qualifications do you have to say to me! You coward, deserter. Think about Brother Yuan. If you hadn't abandoned him, no, if you two had left him, how could he be kidnapped? What qualifications do you have to say to me?"

Zhuang Jialan was poked into the deepest pain in her heart and shouted hysterically. Then, after the fierce shouting, the endless loneliness and despair surged up madly and swallowed her. She covered her face and cried bitterly.

"I tried. I wanted to save theirs, but I'm not you. I can't beat him. What can I do? What else can I do! My child, my Xingyue, my Chenhao, my little one... I can't do anything. I..."

In this foreign land, she has no support. Even if her parents and brothers are in this city of Peking, no one can help her. No one can help her. It is natural for a man to hit his wife.

But Yongning's women have never compromised so easily. The blood of their ancestors who have fought with pirates for hundreds of years has flowed in their bones. The passion for unwillingness to the world has never completely cooled down.

Zhuang Jialan tried to protect and counterattack. But none of them worked. Because she could not beat the other party, she could not live without the other party. She was a married daughter and had nowhere to go except her in-laws.

And she doesn't have the courage to burn her boat like Zhuang Boyong and Zhuang Shuyi. She doesn't have a skill. If she leaves her husband's house, she will only starve to death on the street. What's more, she doesn't dare to do such a bold thing.

Even in the Republic of China, such a thing that damages reputation was not something that a weak woman like her dared to do.

"Where is he?" Zhuang Boyong did not ask any further, but just said word by word. His tone was so calm that it was creepy.

Zhuang Jialan shook her head. "It's useless. Sister, it's useless."

"Tell me where he is now?" Zhuang Boyong's eyes were so cold that Zhuang Shuyi felt scared.

What happened later was not beyond expectations at all. Zhuang Boyong grabbed the boy and beat him up. There is no doubt about this. If you dare to hit their banker, you should also ask her about Zhuang Boyong's fist.

Zhuang Shuyi was very calm next to him. Such a scumbag deserved it even if he was beaten to death by his elder sister. Three children didn’t even care about their own flesh and blood. How could such a person be worthy of living?

Although Zhuang Shuyi never admits it, the fact is that the imprint in her heart that day in the 20th year of the Republic of China has never been missing. The madness of loss and destruction grew desperately in her heart.

"Stop! Stop!" Zhuang Jialan completely softened when she found that her husband began to bleed. No matter how bad this man was, she was still her husband.

But Zhuang Boyong was already confused. She was no longer serious. Maybe she should blame her, but maybe she shouldn't. The unfaithful and careless men in the world all looked the same. How could this make her not lose her mind?

I love you, Boyong.

Forgive me, Boyong.

No, no, never!

In such a painful abyss, everything I met became a devil. And isn’t the person who pulled her into the abyss more worthy of hatred?
Chapter completed!