Chapter 1 — Being Slagged by My Husband for Salty Soup, I Made My Husband's Whole Family Pay

I started practicing martial arts when I was five years old. Defending, fighting, controlling... none of the subjects I missed. Won the provincial championship and was also recruited to the national team to participate in training. Because I wanted to marry him, I retired, put away all my medals, and pretended to be a gentle, weak little wife. But in the first month after getting married, he came home drunk and just because he criticized the food I cooked for being a bit salty, he raised his hand and slapped me. The mother-in-law standing next to her sneered, her voice full of sarcasm:

"Beating is love, scolding is love. Our house has such rules, it's very normal for a daughter-in-law to be beaten a few times."

The father-in-law held a cigarette in his mouth and said coldly:

"Remember your identity clearly. Don't think about that mother's house all the time."

I hugged my burning cheek and slowly stood up. In the next second, I threw him a shoulder toss, throwing him to the floor, my knee precisely pinning his collarbone, making him unable to move. I snatched the belt, swung it hard, and swung it down right in front of my husband's parents' feet. The two of them were so scared that they screamed loudly and frantically retreated back. I curled my lips and smiled coldly.

"Hit is love, scolding is love... right?"

"Mom, then from now on I will love him a little more, and by the way, I will also love you both a lot."

When Han Tranh arrived home, he kicked the door hard, making it "bang" against the wall. The smell of alcohol hit me before my body. I just brought the last dish to the table. Ma Phuong Cam sat on the sofa, biting melon seeds and looking at her phone. Han Duc Hai sucked on a cigarette, but the cigarette butts fell all over the tea table without bothering to brush it off. Han Tranh glanced at the plate of vegetables on the table and frowned.

"This salty, are you planning to kill me?"

I put the bowl down.

"I didn't add much salt."

He smirked.

"Do you still dare to argue?"

Ma Phuong Cam immediately raised his head.

"Khuong Hoa, you've only been married to this family for a month and your temper has already grown so much?"

I didn't reply. Han Tranh stepped in front of me, picked up a piece of vegetable and put it in his mouth. After chewing it twice, he spit it out onto the floor. I stared at the pile of food on the ground. It was a meal that took me all afternoon to cook. He raised his hand. The slap landed directly on my face. The noise was deafening. The living room was silent for a second. My head tilted to one side, my ears ringing. Ma Phuong Cam spit melon seed shells into the plate.

"How about a few hits?"

"Our house has such rules."

"Once you step into being a bride, you must know things."

Han Duc Hai took a drag of his cigarette.

"Women should not see themselves as who they are."

"If your parents don't know how to teach, then our Han family can teach."

Han Tranh shook his hand, as if he was the one in pain.

"Next time your cooking is this bad, don't eat rice."

I slowly raised my head. There was still a drunken glow in his eyes. There is also a look of certainty. He was sure I would cry. I'll probably hold back. Surely, once you marry him, it means giving your entire soul to the Han family. I raised my hand to touch my cheek. It's been a long time since anyone dared to hit me like that. Last time... It was on the practice field. That person was half a head taller than Han Tranh and weighed more than twenty pounds. In the end, I still pinned him down on the mat and couldn't get up for three seconds. I put my hand down.

"Han Tranh."

He was stunned. Perhaps I didn't expect me to be so calm.

"You just called me What is it?"

I looked straight into his eyes.

"I asked you."

"That slap just now... was it because you wanted to hit yourself, or was it the rules of your house?"

Ma Phuong Cam immediately jumped up.

"What are you talking about?"

"It's natural for my son to beat his wife!"

Han Duc Hai rubbed the cigarette butt into the ashtray.

"Kneel down and apologize."

"Today's matter can be considered forgotten."

I looked at him.

"Tell me to kneel?"

Han Duc Hai smiled coldly.

"What if it doesn't?"

"You marry here, live in the Han family, live in the Han family."

"Do you still want to turn the sky over?"

I glanced around the living room. The deposit to buy this wedding house came from selling a small apartment and I had enough money. The entire interior was also purchased by me swiping my card. Han Tranh said he was busy with work and told me not to worry. At that time, I still laughed, saying what was the point of calculating if we were one family? Now that I think about it... It's disgusting. Seeing me still standing still, Han Tranh's face darkened.

"Khuong Hoa, I respect you too much, right?"

He reached out to grab my hair. As soon as the hand was raised. I grabbed his wrist. His expression immediately changed.

"What are you doing?"

I don't answer. Five fingers clenched tightly. Han Tranh's shoulders were immediately pressed down. He was in so much pain that he took a deep breath.

"Let go!"

Ma Phuong Cam screamed shrilly.

"Counterfeit!" It's counterintuitive!"

Han Duc Hai slammed on the table.

"Don't you dare touch my son!"

I looked straight into Han Tranh's eyes.

"First of all, I think you're drunk."

"And if there's a second one..."

"Then don't blame me for not being polite."

Han Tranh's face turned red.

"Who are you threatening?"

His other hand was raised again, intending to slap me again. I turned around. Pull hard on his wrist. Han Tranh's whole body was immediately lifted off the ground. I knocked him straight down next to the dining table. Bowls and chopsticks clanged against each other. Soup spilled all over the floor. Ma Phuong Cam's scream was choked in his throat. The cigarette in Han Duc Hai's hand fell straight into his pants, but he didn't even have time to brush it off. I knelt on one knee, pinning Han Tranh's shoulders to the ground. His face was pressed against the tile floor, shaking in pain. I lowered my head to look at him.

"Do you still want to fight?"

Han Tranh gasped, only fear remained in his eyes. Just when I was about to let go. Suddenly there was a loud pounding on the door.

"Han Tranh! Open the door!"

"Your mother said your wife wants to rebel?"

I raised my eyes and looked towards the door. Han Duc Hai seemed to have grabbed a life-saving straw and immediately rushed forward. The door just opened. A group of Han family relatives were standing outside. The head man also held a steel mop handle in his hand.