Novel Full Chapter 3315: Every Time She Fell, She Just Happened to Land on Her Face
Chapter 3315: Every Time She Fell, She Just Happened to Land on Her Face
When others asked, Huang Jing always said she fell.
Yeah, every time she fell, she just happened to land on her face, and every single time, she got five distinct fingerprints.
Ning Shu put on the mask, but the friction made her swollen face sting. She wrapped the headscarf around her head and put on the sunglasses.
She looked like an Arab woman forced to wear a black veil when going out.
Ning Shu rode a bicycle, carrying her two children to school.
She stopped a little distance from the school gate and said to Ma Lanlan, “Go inside. Mommy will watch you go in.”
Ma Lanlan got off the bike. Ning Shu looked at her worn-out schoolbag and said, “When the holidays come, Mommy will take you to buy a new schoolbag, new stationery, and new clothes.”
Ma Lanlan’s eyes widened in surprise. She quickly asked, “Really, Mom?”
Ning Shu wanted to smile, but it pulled on her wounds. She could only say, “Of course it’s true.”
“Mom, I want a dress too,” Ma Shuangshuang said in her soft, sweet voice.
“I’ll buy everything.”
Ma Lanlan happily ran into the school. Ning Shu watched her back and sighed.
These two sisters hadn’t had anything new all year.
Their clothes were all hand-me-downs—one piece from this family, another from that one.
When people didn’t want their clothes anymore, they’d tell Huang Jing, “Your kids can wear these.”
Clothes, schoolbags, stationery—if they could still be used, they used them.
Ma Lanlan had told Huang Jing more than once, “Mom, I don’t want to wear other people’s old clothes. I don’t want to use things that others have used.”
At school, classmates would say, “That used to be mine. I didn’t want it anymore, so Ma Lanlan is wearing it now.”
The social world of children was even crueler.
Every time Huang Jing heard her child say this, she would always respond, “We don’t have money,” or “These things can still be used.”
These things didn’t actually cost much, yet they made both her and her children live in such misery.
Huang Jing lived in fear every day. Her husband never gave the family money, and the household depended entirely on her.
Not only was her husband unreliable, but he also beat people. With that in mind, Huang Jing felt utterly insecure.
She saved money however she could, fearing that if she spent an extra penny, there would be no rice to cook tomorrow.
It was like suddenly waking up from a sickbed in panic, only to find the rice pot empty again. There was not a single day without anxiety.
After dropping her younger daughter off with the kindergarten teacher, Ning Shu went to the hospital to get a medical report.
And to get some medicine.
Beating someone might be satisfying, but the consequences were severe. Ning Shu sneered coldly.
Domestic abusers were even worse than those who worshipped love above all else.
At least those people wouldn’t hit the ones they loved, but these scumbags only dared to hit their own family.
And even then, they only picked the weakest members—women and children.
Scum. Absolute scum.
The doctor’s assessment: bruises on the face and soft tissue contusions, with a moderate concussion.
Ning Shu deliberately exaggerated her symptoms when describing them.
She was actually supposed to be hospitalized, but she leaned against the hospital wall and firmly refused.
The doctor prescribed some medicine and told Ning Shu to rest.
Huang Jing was basically a regular at the hospital.
Back home, Ning Shu found a cardboard box in the closet—inside were all the medical reports from past beatings.
And these were only from the severe cases when she had to go to the hospital. The milder ones had just been silently endured.
A thick stack of medical reports.
Ning Shu flipped through them one by one, seeing all kinds of injuries.
One time, she had even been scalded—Ma Yongjun had dumped hot food directly onto her body.
Translator: Kaho