Novel Full Chapter 3338: Ma Yongjun Had to Go Hungry All Day
Chapter 3338: Ma Yongjun Had to Go Hungry All Day
In the span of a month, Ma Yongjun spent more than twenty days lying in bed.
His angina was getting worse. Even if Ning Shu didn’t lay a hand on him anymore, Ma Yongjun would obediently crawl into bed on his own.
When business was busy, Ning Shu didn’t even go home at noon. She just made pancakes at the stall for the two children to eat.
Ma Yongjun couldn’t even get a bite.
Sometimes, when the stall stayed open until the children came home from school in the evening, it meant Ma Yongjun had to go hungry all day.
If he wanted to eat, he had to do it himself.
Ma Lanlan would sometimes ask, almost mockingly, “Dad, have you eaten?”
Sometimes, Ning Shu felt Ma Lanlan was deliberately provoking him.
Ma Yongjun wanted to get angry, but when he saw Ning Shu, the rage reached his throat and was forcibly swallowed down. “I haven’t eaten. Tell your mom to make me something.”
“Mom has to set up the stall at five in the morning and works tirelessly until night. Why should she still have to make food and bring it to you?” Ma Lanlan looked at him with disgust.
“You’re out of line! Since when is it your place to speak? I feed you, clothe you, gave you life, and this is how you repay me for raising you?”
“Huang Jing, if you dare to stir up division at home again and keep filling our daughter’s head with hatred for me, see if I don’t kill you.”
Ma Yongjun firmly believed that it was his wife turning his daughter against him.
Ma Lanlan still wanted to argue, but Ning Shu stopped her. “Go check if the pot is boiling over.”
Sorting out Ma Yongjun could wait until the kids were asleep—she could go all out then.
But in front of the children, Ning Shu never showed a fierce face.
Yes, she had to maintain the image of a strong and hard-working mother.
Seeing this, Ma Yongjun felt stifled. This woman was clearly violent, often tormenting him to the brink of death.
Yet in the children’s eyes, she was the good one.
To outsiders, she was the woman who had endured years of his domestic abuse.
But no one knew that behind closed doors, she subjected him to all kinds of torture.
Every time, he felt like he wouldn’t survive—like he was going to die.
Ma Yongjun’s current state was strange—he feared Ning Shu, yet he couldn’t leave her.
Because without Ning Shu, he had no way to survive.
Becoming accustomed to something was a terrifying thing.
No one understands what mysterious force keeps long-term abuse victims holding on. Even when outsiders try to help them, they refuse to change.
Ma Yongjun had to start planning for himself.
“Shuangshuang, come to Dad,” Ma Yongjun called to his younger daughter.
Ma Shuangshuang was a soft and sweet little girl. As soon as her father called, she went over.
His angina was getting worse. Even if Ning Shu didn’t lay a hand on him anymore, Ma Yongjun would obediently crawl into bed on his own.
When business was busy, Ning Shu didn’t even go home at noon. She just made pancakes at the stall for the two children to eat.
Ma Yongjun couldn’t even get a bite.
Sometimes, when the stall stayed open until the children came home from school in the evening, it meant Ma Yongjun had to go hungry all day.
If he wanted to eat, he had to do it himself.
Ma Lanlan would sometimes ask, almost mockingly, “Dad, have you eaten?”
Sometimes, Ning Shu felt Ma Lanlan was deliberately mocking him.
Ma Yongjun wanted to get angry, but when he saw Ning Shu, the rage rose to his throat—only to be swallowed back down. “I haven’t eaten. Tell your mom to make me something.”
“Mom has to set up the stall at five in the morning and works tirelessly until night. Why should she still have to make food and bring it to you?” Ma Lanlan looked at him with disgust.
“You’re out of line! Since when is it your turn to speak? I feed you, clothe you, gave you life, and this is how you repay me for raising you?”
“Huang Jing, if you dare to stir up division at home again and keep filling our daughter’s head with hatred for me, see if I don’t kill you.”
Ma Yongjun firmly believed the adults were turning his daughter against him.
Ma Lanlan still wanted to argue, but Ning Shu stopped her. “Go check if the pot is boiling over.”
Sorting out Ma Yongjun could wait until the kids were asleep—she could go all out then.
But in front of the children, Ning Shu never showed a fierce face.
Yes, she had to maintain the image of a strong mother.
Seeing this, Ma Yongjun felt suffocated. This woman was clearly violent, often tormenting him to the brink of death.
Yet in the children’s eyes, she was the good one.
To outsiders, she was the woman who had endured years of his domestic abuse.
But no one knew that behind closed doors, she subjected him to all kinds of torture.
Every time, he felt like he wouldn’t survive—like he was going to die.
Ma Yongjun’s current state was strange—he feared Ning Shu, yet he couldn’t leave her.
Because without Ning Shu, he had no way to survive.
Habit is a terrifying thing.
No one understands what mysterious force keeps long-term abuse victims holding on. Even when outsiders try to help them, they refuse to change.
Ma Yongjun had to start planning for himself.
“Shuangshuang, come to Dad,” Ma Yongjun called to his younger daughter.
Ma Shuangshuang was a soft and sweet little girl. As soon as her father called, she went over.
Ma Yongjun held his daughter’s small, soft hand and glanced at Ning Shu in the kitchen. Lowering his voice, he asked, “Shuangshuang, has any man come to see your mom? Has any uncle come looking for her?”
Ma Shuangshuang answered innocently, “Yeah, lots of them. They come to buy pancakes from Mom.”
“Shuangshuang, you have to keep an eye on your mom. Don’t let her run away with some other uncle.”
“If she leaves, she won’t want you anymore, and she’ll never come back,” Ma Yongjun said, trying to scare her.
Ma Shuangshuang nodded. “I got it.”
Ning Shu had sharp ears. Even if Ma Yongjun was muttering under his breath, she could still catch every word.
It seemed Ma Yongjun had realized he was at a disadvantage and was trying to find an ally in the house.
His youngest daughter, Ma Shuangshuang, was the best choice.
Running off with another man—Ma Yongjun was really something.
Slandering her over and over again, insisting she was going to find another man.
He judged others by his own standards, assuming everyone was just like him.
Ning Shu stretched her neck. Time for some exercise. Get moving, get hyped!
Translator: Kaho