coobybook Chapter 551: Small Conflicts Between Husband and Wife
Chapter 551: Small Conflicts Between Husband and Wife
Zhang Prajna's voice was low, but the light from her phone screen revealed her location. Her husband, Zhang Qingsong, followed the light and cursed fiercely:
"You bitch! Are you avoiding me on purpose?"
The man pointed at the water stain on his pants, a look of disgust on his face: "Help me change my pants quickly, I'm so uncomfortable! You act like a deaf person every day and slack off everywhere, what a waste of food."
[Swearing profusely, what a literary talent.]
[An auntie livestreamed asking about divorce behind her husband's back and even hoped he'd die soon. If this were my wife, I'd scold her a few times.]
"So what do you want? Beat him to death with a stick?"
Seeing his wife remained silent, Zhang Qingsong poked her with his ruler and said, "Push me back."
Zhang Prajna silently put on the Bluetooth headset. The woman planned to coax the man to sleep first, and then continue to ask Mei Ling'er about the divorce. She was planning in her mind and was a little slow in action.
"What are you dithering about?"
Zhang Qingsong picked up the ruler and slapped the woman's arm.
Zhang Prajna was wearing pajamas, so the scars on her forearms were not visible, but on her exposed wrists, one could clearly see new and old scars overlapping each other, which was truly shocking.
Zhang Prajna was used to the man's beatings and had no intention of dodging. She straightened the blanket covering the man's legs, but suddenly her body lost its balance and she leaned against the man.
"Go! Go! Go!"
The man immediately pushed her away, and Zhang Prajna fell to the ground, with a bruise on her forehead hitting the pillar beside her.
"What a useless guy!"
"Don't you have eyes when you walk? Luckily, I didn't get hurt, otherwise you would have been in trouble!"
Zhang Prajna touched her head and felt a purple wound. She frowned slightly, then got up from the ground with an expressionless face and pushed the man into the house.
Zhang Qingsong pinched his neck and said impatiently, "I haven't been able to sleep well these past few days. Bring me a wooden tub to soak my feet and give me a massage."
"it is good."
Zhang Prajna obeyed the man's words.
Soon, the woman returned to the bedroom carrying the wooden barrel containing the mugwort bags. She placed the barrel steadily on the ground and then rolled up the man's trouser legs.
"What took you so long?" the man complained. "If you had come back any later, I would have fallen asleep."
Zhang Prajna said "hmm" softly, then turned the man's body and let his legs hang down from the edge of the bed.
After the woman settled Zhang Qingsong, she reached into the wooden barrel to test the water temperature.
"Is it very hot?" The man's voice floated faintly from above his head.
Zhang Prajna was just about to take her hand out to answer her husband when she saw a ruler reaching out from the corner of her eye. Before she could react, the ruler had already pressed against her right hand, and her right hand was sunk deep into the bottom of the barrel.
But Zhang Qingsong didn't let go. He lifted the woman's chin with a mocking smile on his face, "What did you try to find out by doing that just now, or did you deliberately want to burn me to death?"
"What a vicious woman! Don't think you can treat me as you please just because my legs are crippled and numb!" The man pinched Zhang Prajna's chin hard.
Zhang Prajna's hands were burned red. Zhang Qingsong took the ruler out of the water and smacked the woman on the head with the steaming ruler.
"Massage my feet!"
Is this a normal daily relationship between a married couple? It scares me even more about my fear of marriage!
[No wonder Auntie wants a divorce. If it were me, I wouldn't be able to stay here even for a single day... No! I wouldn't be able to stay here even for a single second!]
"Auntie, they're staying here for the money, right? Look at the big villa they live in. It's not something that just anyone can afford."
[The above person, please stop making sarcastic remarks. Can you handle being beaten every day? Even if you have money, you can't afford it!]
About half an hour later, Zhang Songqing finally agreed and let his wife stop.
Zhang Prajna wiped the sweat from her forehead, bent down, picked up the wooden bucket, and prepared to pour out the water.
"Wait a minute!" Zhang Qingsong stopped him, "Have you forgotten what to do after washing your feet?" The man had a weird smile on his face.
The woman paused, sighed softly, and drank a sip of the foot-washing water in the wooden barrel as usual.
"Hahahaha..." The man laughed arrogantly. "Prajna, I suddenly had an inspiration. Go get me some paper and pen!"
Zhang Prajna drank the foot washing water as if she was drinking boiled water, without any change in her facial expression. When netizens in the live broadcast room saw this, they all started posting comments in response.
[I…was my eyes blurry just now? Auntie…did she drink her husband's foot washing water?]
[Oh my god! It turns out to be true! This operation is simply amazing! ]
[Great! I'm not the only one who saw this. This husband is such a piece of shit!]
This might just be a romantic interest between a couple. How can you just insult them? Do you really think the internet is a lawless place?
[I have to say, they have a great chemistry.]
……
Netizens are expressing various thoughts and opinions.
Zhang Prajna hesitated and said, "It's very late now. How about we paint it tomorrow?"
Snapped!
Snapped!
Snapped!
The ruler fell mercilessly on the woman's arms and back. Zhang Qingsong roared, "I want to paint! I want to paint!"
"How dare you disobey me! How dare you disobey me!"
Ten strokes... twenty strokes... thirty strokes... until the man's hands were exhausted, and then he stopped, "Go get me some painting tools!"
Zhang Prajna walked out of the bedroom like a puppet. Instead of going to the studio to get tools as her husband requested, she went to the kitchen and picked up a shiny knife.
Netizens became excited instantly.
[I’m going to kill someone! I’m going to kill someone! ]
[Stop making noises, or the livestream will be blocked!]
Zhang Prajna smiled faintly, "Don't worry, I won't kill him."
"Since divorce is not an option, I can only..." The woman pointed the knife at her neck.
[Auntie! You can't joke with your life! Listen to my advice. I'll find you the best divorce lawyer and help you get a divorce!]
[This is too sensitive. It's normal for couples to have some minor conflicts. Talking about divorce at the slightest provocation is just a momentary angry remark.]
Zhang Prajna saw this comment and her face turned very ugly. She said with a sidelong glance:
"A small conflict... a momentary angry remark... all of you say that, what gives you the right to say that? No one has ever cared about my feelings!"
Tears welled up in the woman's eyes. She rolled up the sleeves of her arms and the pants of her legs. There was not a single piece of healthy skin on the exposed skin. It was either blue or purple. There was not a single normal piece of skin.
"I had more than a dozen stitches on my head." The woman peeled off her scalp and pointed it at the camera in the live broadcast room.