nashuaworldcup Chapter 461: Beating up the domestic violence man in the chess and card room
Chapter 461: Beating up the domestic violence man in the chess and card room
Sitting in the online car-hailing vehicle, neither the adult nor the child spoke.
Ma Yuquan clenched his hands into fists, and the man was silently thinking in his mind which part of the body he should start greeting when he saw his nephew's father.
Zhong Zeqi's eyelids drooped. When he thought of the foul smell in the chess and card room, he felt dizzy and almost couldn't breathe. The boy subconsciously leaned to the side, but when he felt the other's stiff body, he quickly shrank back.
The man's mind and body were filled with anger, and he didn't feel his nephew's helplessness and hurt at all.
"Four loaves!"
"Eighty thousand!"
"East Wind!"
Zhong Leshan, Zhong Zeqi's father, had a Liquan cigarette in his mouth and his right leg was crossed on the chair. His hair and face looked shiny, more than enough to stir-fry three dishes.
"Who is your father?" Ma Yuquan asked, standing at the gate with his head down.
The boy raised his head, met his gaze, and asked timidly, "I don't want to see him. Can we leave first? If you don't want to stay with me, I can go home by myself."
"Let's talk about going home later. Are you afraid of him?" The man strode into the chess and card room, looked around with his head held high, pointed at Zhong Zeqi and shouted, "Who is this kid's father?"
The owner of the chess and card room smiled broadly, "This is my place for business, let's cool down first. Young man, I know the person you're looking for. I'll take you to the private room upstairs to find him."
"Go!" Ma Yuquan roared again.
The boss was a little anxious, "Little brother, please be quiet..."
"Qiqi, didn't your mother forbid you to come here?"
Zhong Zeqi was held by the man's hand, with his head down, not knowing what he was thinking. He ignored the boss's words.
At this time, the man took over the conversation, "Does he come here often?"
The boss smiled slightly and said, "Not bad..." That is to say, 365 days out of 360 days.
"The one smoking is Qiqi's dad." The boss leaned close to Ma Yuquan's ear and reminded him in a low voice.
The man rushed forward and threw the mahjong tiles on the table to the ground.
"Except you..." He pointed at Qiqi's father, "Everyone else get out!"
The boss was trembling with fear: "Don't be impulsive... little brother!"
Ma Yuquan: "Get out of here too!"
"Are you Qiqi's father?"
"Zhong Zeqi is my son. Did he get into trouble? If he did, just beat him up. Why are you looking for me?"
"Fuck you...you piece of dirt!"
Zhong Zeqi huddled in the corner, at a loss. When he realized that Ma Yuquan was venting his anger for him, he hurriedly closed the door of the box.
It's strange to say, but his father, who usually beats or scolds his mother and him, is as weak as a newborn kitten in front of the coward Ma Yuquan.
[How strange! Is this the strength of a domestic violence man?]
Who says it's not true? When he's bullying his wife and children, he's like a warrior with unstoppable strength and unparalleled courage. But when he meets a man with a little more strength, he becomes a piece of trash, weaker than a woman who can't even lift a chicken.
How could Qiqi's mother be with such a rotten person... I thought everyone had zero tolerance for domestic violence. Why didn't she just divorce and take Qiqi away?
Divorce isn't as simple as everyone thinks... I have zero tolerance for domestic violence. My ex-husband abused me during our marriage. I was so badly beaten that I had fractures and was hospitalized for over a week. But I forgave him under his sweet talk...
A lot of things happened afterwards, and finally, three years after the first domestic violence incident, I successfully filed for divorce. This was even before I had any children, and I think Qiqi's mother must have had her own difficulties.
Mei Ling'er did not stop Ma Yuquan and waited for him to vent his anger.
After being beaten, Ma Yuquan collapsed in a chair.
He placed his phone upright on the mahjong table, raised his hand to wipe the sweat off his face, stared at the camera and asked, "Master Ling, can I still die tonight..."
Upon hearing this, Zhong Zeqi was shocked.
【How come you haven't forgotten about committing suicide yet? 】
[Oh my god, don’t let it get to you…]
Ma Yuquan's cheeks were already blurred with sweat, his hair stood up in front of his forehead like a barcode, his eye bags were swollen, his eye sockets were red, and he looked miserable.
[Sadness flows like a river...]
[So depressing... I was five minutes late this morning, so I lost 200 points for perfect attendance this month. I really want to die!]
When we are alive, there is hope. When we die, there is nothing left. We should cherish life and never act impulsively.
……
When netizens in the live broadcast room saw this, they all started to post comments. Many of them talked about their recent misfortunes, and they shed tears of bitterness.
"Why do you want to die?"
Zhong Zeqi walked over and grabbed the man's arm with his small hands. Although he didn't quite understand the meaning of death, he had never seen his grandmother again since her death.
If the man died too, would he never see his uncle again?
"I don't want to never see you again, please don't die, wuwuwu... I'll ask mom to cook you whatever you want to eat, as long as you don't die!" The boy suddenly burst into tears.
Seeing this, Ma Yuquan subconsciously hugged his nephew in his arms and comforted him: "Don't cry, oh... I'm the worst at comforting people. My death is my own business, why are you crying! We have only known each other for one night, I..." A bad person like me is not worthy of your treatment.
"Can you please stop crying? As long as you don't cry, I'll do whatever you say!"
When Zhong Zeqi heard the man's words, he raised his little head and asked hopefully, "Then promise me you won't die, okay..."
Uh... Ma Yuquan was speechless for a moment.
Seeing that the man didn't agree, the boy's mouth corners drooped like willow branches, and his lips were tightly pursed into a line.
"Alright, alright...I promise you!" Ma Yuquan scratched his head, glanced at Qiqi's father lying on the ground and said, "I won't seek death again before I help you solve this problem."
The boy was very happy to get the man's personal assurance, although it was time-limited. Things that could allow the other party to continue living would surely come one after another, and the man would complete them one by one. In this way, he would not have time to think about committing suicide and could always accompany his mother.
Bang!
The door of the chess and card room's private room was kicked open, and Marco's face appeared in front of the two, one big and one small.
"Mom!" the boy ran over cheering, "Mom, are you done?"
"Hmm..." The woman nodded. Looking at her dying husband on the ground, she asked Ma Yuquan, "Why are you so impulsive? What good will it do you to beat him up like this?"
The first thing Ma Yuquan said when he saw his sister, whom he hadn't seen for many years, was to accuse her. He was furious. "Yes! I was impulsive!"