Chapter 1 — At Cu Meet Sai Lang

Being bullied while in quarantine, my husband's brother kicked my father, after which the whole husband's family had to kneel, "What are you doing, daring to point five fingers at my house!" My father-in-law slapped the table hard. My father's face turned red: "My daughter is in quarantine, are you serving her like this?" Before the words were finished, my husband's younger brother rushed out from the kitchen, aimed straight at my father's ribs and threw a kick. My father let out a muffled groan and fell over, overturning the chair. Immediately followed by a second and third kick, both cruel and swift. I held my ten-day-old baby and stood at the bedroom door, seeing my father curled up on the ground. My mother rushed forward to hug my father, turned around and shouted at my husband: "Are you just standing there watching like that?" My husband opened his mouth, but in the end he couldn't say a word. The blood in my body boiled to my brain, my fingers clung so tightly to the door frame that my nails broke. I put my baby in the crib, picked up the phone, and sent someone a text message. A week later, the whole husband's family knelt down in the middle of the yard of my father's house and my brother-in-law's house in front of the whole village, bowing their heads loudly three times in front of my father.01 On the tenth day after I gave birth, Ma Thai Anh's mother-in-law brought in a bowl of white porridge. On top of the porridge are two spring onion stalks, next to half a piece of pickled cucumber. She placed the bowl firmly on the nightstand, her voice not small. "Don't be picky, it's good to be a little frugal in your diet." I held my child in my arms and lowered my head to look at him. She had just fallen asleep, her face still wrinkled, her tiny fist pressed against my chest. I said nothing. From the time I was discharged from the hospital until today, I have only seen chicken soup face once. That time, the chicken thighs were in Luc Ve Dan's father-in-law's bowl, the chicken wings were in Luc Thua Khang's sister-in-law's bowl, and in my bowl there were only a few bones. Luc Thua An said his mother was old and told me not to calculate. At that time, my body was still in pain, so I endured it. This morning, my mother Cao Meilan called to ask me how I was eating. I said very good. As soon as the words ended, Ma Cai Anh called from outside the door telling me to go wash the baby's diapers. My mother on the other end of the line was silent for two seconds. That afternoon, my father Tham Khanh Son and my mother arrived. They brought along two crab hens, a basket of eggs, and a large bag of millet seeds. My dad walked in the door, the first thing he did was look at me. He said nothing, but his eye sockets were red. My mother opened the lid of the table and saw that there was only a bowl of white porridge inside. Her expression immediately changed. "Zhi Y, do you only eat like this?" Ma Cai Ying came out of the kitchen, wiping her hands on her apron. "In-laws, what do you mean, our family doesn't let him eat." My mother picked up the pickle. "Is this a regular meal?" Ma Cai Ying pouted. "Children nowadays are weak and weak, in the past. When we give birth to children, it's good to have a piece of hot rice in our mouth." My father placed the basket of eggs in his hand on the table. "Once upon a time, now my daughter is giving birth to a grandchild for your Luc family, not to come here to take the blame." The living room suddenly fell silent. Luc Ve Dan sat in the chair smoking tobacco, the ashes fell to the ground, he did not move a bit. Luc Thua An walked in from the balcony, still holding the phone. Seeing my father's face, he frowned first. "Dad, don't argue as soon as you arrive." My dad looked straight at him. "Dad, I'm not arguing, I'm asking you one question, Tri Y is in confinement, do you take care of her?" Luc Thua An opened his mouth. "I'm tired from work." My dad nodded. "I'm tired from work, isn't she tired of giving birth?" Ma Thai Anh immediately interjected. "In-laws, what you said is a no-brainer, No woman gives birth to children, so why is it your daughter's turn to be so golden?" My mother was so angry that her hands were shaking. "She gave birth by cesarean section, the surgical wound hasn't fully healed yet!" Ma Thai Anh rolled her eyes. "It's also because of her poor physical condition." I held my child and stood.

at the bedroom door, fingers tightening little by little. I want to speak up. But she let out a gurgling sound, so I had to swallow what I was about to say. Luc Ve Dan put out his cigarette in the ashtray. "Okay, stop arguing." My father looked at the pile of cigarette butts on the table, then looked at my pale face. "Luc Ve Dan, the baby is only ten days old, do you smoke cigarettes in the house?" Luc Ve Dan's face darkened. "I smoke cigarettes at my house, is it your turn to take care of it?" My father took a step forward. "There are pregnant women and newborn babies in this house." Luc Ve Dan slammed his hand on the table. "What do you mean by pointing five fingers at my house?" The sound of banging on the table was very loud. The baby woke up startled, opened his mouth and cried. I bowed my head to comfort my baby, his chest felt like someone was weighing him down. My father's face turned red. "My daughter is in confinement, are you serving her like this?" Ma Cai Ying cried out in pain. "The daughter you married here is from the Luc family, it's not your turn to show your face every day to find fault!" My mother rushed to help me. "Tri Y, pack up the things, I'll take you home." Luc Thua An finally panicked. "Mom, don't make trouble anymore." I looked at him. "Who do you think?" causing trouble?” He avoided my eyes. At that moment, someone kicked open the kitchen door with their foot. Luc Thua Khang still held the chopsticks in his hand, his face full of irritation. "What are you arguing about? Do you mind?" My father turned around. "Thua Khang, it's none of your business here." Luc Thua Khang sneered. "You cursed my father right in my house, and you said it was none of my business?" My father hadn't even had time to speak. Luc Thua Khang rushed in front of him. The next second, he lifted his leg, aimed straight at my father's ribs and delivered a brutal kick. 02 My father let out a muffled groan and fell over, overturning the chair. The chair hit the floor, making a dull sound. My mother screamed shrilly and rushed forward. "Khanh Son!" I held my child and stood at the bedroom door, my whole body stiff. Luc Thua Khang did not stop. He threw a second kick. My father leaned over to help, his face immediately turned white. Luc Ve Dan stood next to the table and did not intervene. Ma Cai Anh hugged her chest, her mouth still sniffling. "Good fight, tell him whose house this is!" My ears were ringing. The baby cried even louder. I bent down to look at my child, his small face was red, his hands were waving in the air. I hugged her tightly, not making any sound. When the third kick landed, my father curled up on the ground. My mother used her body to shield my father. That kick hit my mother's back, she also collapsed. "Luc Thua Khang!" I finally screamed. Luc Thua Khang turned his head to look at me. "Sister-in-law, you better stop worrying about how much money you have, don't think that by giving birth to a child you can oppress our family." I looked at Luc Thua An. He stood next to the tea table, his face unsightly, his lips moving a few times. My mother also looked at him. "Are you just standing there watching like that?" Luc Thua An whispered. "Thua Khang, stop fighting." Luc Thua Khang turned and roared at him. "Second brother, what are you afraid of? They're riding on my father's neck!" Luc Thua An closed his mouth again. At that moment, the last bit of hope in my heart was broken. It's not pain. Which is empty. I hugged my child and turned around to go to the bedroom. Ma Cai Ying screamed outside. "Tham Tri Y, don't pretend to be dead, go out and take your parents away now!" I put the child in the crib. The little girl cried loudly, her tiny hand clutching my sleeve tightly. I bent down and kissed my child's forehead. "Don't be afraid, mom is here." I picked up the phone. Fingers trembled a bit, but pressed very accurately. I called the ambulance first. Then call the police. Outside, Ma Cai Anh's voice suddenly lowered. "Who are you calling?"

"I didn't pay attention to her. After the phone connected, I read the address clearly. "My father was kicked three times, my mother was also kicked down, there were pregnant women and babies at the scene." Luc Thua An rushed in, reaching out to grab my phone. "Tri Y, are you crazy? Why are people in the same family reporting to the police? "I raised my eyes to look at him. "Who is your family?" His hand stopped in mid-air. I turned on the recording. I turned the phone screen face down, placing it on the nightstand. Luc Thua An saw my actions, his face immediately changed. "Don't make a big deal out of it anymore." I looked at him. "This is not something I made into a big deal." Outside, Luc Ve Dan said in a low voice. "Report to the police." so what? In family matters, what can the police do to our family?" Luc Thua Khang sneered. "Just kick him twice. He's a strong and broad-shouldered man. How can he die?" I heard that sentence clearly. And also recorded it clearly. I walked out of the bedroom, gently closing the door to my child's room. My mother was helping my father sit up, my father had one hand holding his ribs, his forehead was sweaty. I squatted. down, grabbed his hand. "Dad, I'll take you to the hospital." My dad shook his head. "Don't move, you're still in confinement." I looked at him. "This time you have to listen to me." Outside, police sirens quickly sounded. Ma Thai Anh panicked. She rushed to Luc Thua An's side. "Quickly say a few words, don't let them take your brother away!" Luc Thua An looked at me, his voice hoarse. "Tri Y, I'm asking you. Don't prosecute me for now." I burst out laughing. "You're asking for the wrong person." When the police entered the door, Luc Thua Khang was still stiff-necked. "I just pushed him once, they're taking offense." I raised my hand and pressed the play button. In the recording, Luc Thua Khang's words "Just two kicks" rang out clearly. Everyone's faces in the living room changed color. Luc Thua Khang's lips moved. "You set me up?" I Take the phone back. "You said it yourself." My father was taken to the hospital. When the test results came back, the doctor said his ribs were cracked and he needed to be hospitalized for observation. My mother sat on the bench in the hallway, her hands kept shaking. I poured her a cup of hot water. She took it, tears falling into the cup. "Tri Y, you're useless, you can't protect me." I squatted in front of her. "Mom, I was too patient before." looked at me. I took out my phone and sent another text message. The message's content was very short. "Senior, I want a divorce, and I want them to pay the price." A few seconds later, Trinh Nghien answered me. "Don't sign any documents, I'll come right away." The door to the hospital room, he breathed a sigh of relief first. "Tri Y, how's dad?" I raised my head to look at him. "My dad, not your dad." His face was stiff. "Don't talk like that." I stood up. "What should I say?" The hallway light was white. Shining on his face, it looked like there was no blood left. He handed me the fruit bag. "I know Thua Khang was impulsive today, I'll tell him to apologize." I don't. accepted. "Sorry?" He lowered his voice. "He's young, has a hot temper, my parents were also angered by your father." I looked straight at him. "So my father deserved to be beaten?" "You didn't mean that." "So what do you mean?" Luc Thua An remained silent. Every time he remained silent, the last person to suffer was me. After three years of marriage, he remained silent so I could pay off my brother's credit card debt me.