Chapter 1 — Don't tease your wife

On the day we got married, my mother held my hand and told me: "Shut up a bit and give in to your husband." But I never expected that this man who obediently listened to me before getting married would turn his face after less than a month of marriage. My husband came home drunk, waved his hand and slapped me in the face: "My mother told me, when a wife gets married, she must be obedient. Today I have to set rules for her!" I raised my hand to touch the side of my face that was knocked askew, and slowly raised my head. "Setting the rules?" "Okay." Before he could react, I threw him over my shoulder and threw him hard on the floor. Immediately after that, a series of punches, knees, neck locks, and control on the ground took place seamlessly. The man curled up on the ground like a boiled shrimp, his eyes wide open bigger than a bronze bell. "You, didn't you say you tied the chicken tightly?!" I squatted down, squeezed his chin, and smiled gently: "Husband, I forgot to tell you, I retired from the province's Tan Thuan team." The moment he was stunned, I added another roundhouse kick. The day we got married, my mother pulled me to the corner of the stairs. She lowered her voice: "Anh Tuyet, I've arrived at my husband's house, my temper must be at a loss." I nodded. She said again: "Above all, don't move your hands or feet." I continued to nod. Mom stared at my hands that had practiced martial arts for more than ten years, her eyes were very complicated. "In the past, your father let you learn martial arts because he was afraid you would be bullied, not so that you would turn your days together into a fighting ring." I smiled. "Mom, I know." At the wedding party that day, Ha Thua An stood next to me, helped me drink wine, served me food, even the fact that my high heels scratched my feet was the first he noticed. Everyone praised me for getting a good husband. My mother-in-law - Mrs. Ma Thuc Mai held me even tighter, saying "darling daughter" once, "darling daughter" twice. She said: "Anh Tuyet, from now on this house will be your home." At that time I truly believed it. The first week after the wedding, Ha Thua An was still exactly the same as before. Warm up milk for me in the morning, pick me up from work in the evening, and my friends all post pictures of me. On the tenth day, Mrs. Ma Thuc Mai moved in. She said she had back pain and needed someone to take care of her. I don't object. But at the first meal she came, she slammed her chopsticks down on the table. "Anh Tuyet, once a woman gets married, she has to act like a woman." I looked at her. She pointed to the kitchen and said: "From now on, you will cook, wash clothes, and clean the house." Ha Thua An lowered his head and drank the soup, pretending not to hear. I said: “I have to go to work too.” Ma Thuc Mai burst out laughing. "Who doesn't work?" "When I was young, my mother worked during the day and came home at night to serve the whole family, young and old, and she wasn't effeminate like me." I didn't answer. Mother's words echoed in my ears. Shut up. Give in a little. So I really held back. The next day, I came home from work, dishes and chopsticks were piled up in the kitchen. On the third day, dirty clothes filled the washing machine, Ma Thuc Mai sat on the sofa biting melon seeds. On Wednesday, she opened the bottle of cosmetics I bought for myself and gave it to her sister. I just ask one question. Her eyes immediately turned red. "I only took a few things from you, do you have to show such an attitude?" Ha Thua An pulled me into the bedroom. "Anh Tuyet, mother is old, don't make calculations with her." I looked at him. "Those are things I just bought." "Then just buy another one." He said lightly. At that moment, my heart felt a bit cold. But I still endure. Because I just got married. Because of face. Because I think the days are long and we can slowly grind. Until the end of the month, the day I received my salary, Ma Thuc Mai pushed a piece of paper in front of me. On it write the monthly family expense shares. House loan, car loan, electricity and water, shopping, management fees, living expenses for Ha Thua An's parents. The last line reads: Goods

I have to pay back eight-tenths of my salary every month. After reading it, I put the paper on the table. "I don't agree." Ma Thuc Mai's face immediately changed. Ha Thua An also frowned. "Anh Tuyet, you're married, money should be kept together." I asked him: "Where is your salary?" He replied: "I still have the loan, and I still have to treat my mother's illness." Ma Thuc Mai immediately chimed in. "Women with money in their hands are easily spoiled." I smiled slightly. "So what you two mean is, I'm responsible for raising the family, and you're responsible for being a son?" Ha Thua An's face darkened. "Don't speak so harshly." I looked at him. "I'm just clarifying the issue." Dinner that night dispersed in frustration. At night, when going to bed, Ha Thua An turned his back on me. He said: "My mother is right, you really should stop thinking about it." I don't answer. I closed my eyes. Martial arts practitioners understand one thing best. The first time your opponent probes your limits, you take one step back, he takes three steps forward. But at that time, I still wanted to leave this marriage a little way back. The next day, Ma Shu Mai started not talking to me. She pulled her relatives into a chat group, deliberately sending insults and sarcasm. "Daughters-in-law these days are so golden, picking them up is like picking up ancestors." "My son is miserable, finding someone who only knows how to spend money." Relatives in the group advised me. "Anh Tuyet, it's not easy for a mother-in-law." "Once a married woman has to bow her head." "Don't force a man to get angry." I stared at those lines, reading each sentence one by one. No response. That night, Ha Thua An came back from drinking. When he entered the door, he smelled strongly of alcohol. Ma Thuc Mai walked out of the room and leaned on the door frame to look at me. Ha Thua An threw his coat on the sofa. "Phuong Anh Tuyet." I stood next to the dining table. "What's the matter?" He walked over, his eyes bloodshot. "Your mother told me, a wife must be obedient." I looked at his raised hand. That hand stopped in mid-air. He gritted his teeth and said: "Today, I have to set rules for you." I suddenly remembered my mother's advice on the wedding day. Shut up. I bent down and looked at my hand. Then he raised his head. "Establishing rules?" Ha Thua An smirked. "Are you scared?" I put the phone down on the table. Turn the screen face down. The room was so quiet that only his breathing could be heard. I took a step forward. “Okay.” His slap cut through the wind, hitting me straight in the face.02 That slap didn't fall on my face. I leaned over, shook my wrist, and bent my elbow. Ha Thua An was already preparing his head and couldn't see my movements clearly. The next second, I knocked his whole body to the floor. There was a "bang" sound. The cups on the dining table also shook. Ma Thuc Mai screamed loudly. "Thua An!" Ha Thua An lay on the ground, unable to utter a sound for half a day. I stood next to him, bent down to look. "You said just now, you wanted to set rules for me." He hugged his back, his face pale. "Phuong Anh Tuyet, do you dare to hit me?" I squatted down. "You made the first move." His eyes rolled back. "I'm your husband!" I looked at him. "So what?" Ma Thuc Mai rushed forward, raising his hand to push me. "You single woman! You ruined my son." then, I risk my life with you!” I didn't touch her. I just dodged to the side. She missed, almost hitting her head on the shoe cabinet. She turned around, pointed her finger straight at my nose and cursed. "You still dare to dodge?" I said: "You also want to move?" Her hands were stiff. I looked at her. “Think carefully.” Ma Thuc Mai's lips trembled. She didn't dare step forward anymore. Ha Thua An put his hands on the ground and wanted to get up. He was about to open his mouth to continue. I stomped on the floor next to him. The sound is not loud. But he immediately fell silent. “Ha Thua An, I don't

It's not the soft persimmon that my mother used to talk about." He gritted his teeth. "Are you pretending?" I laughed. "If you don't pretend, then you dare to marry?" His face became even more unsightly. Ma Thuc Mai shouted shrilly: "You cheated on the kiss!" I glanced at her. "Before we got married, did I ever say that I had never tied a cock up?" She choked. Ha Thua An was in pain and sweating. "Wait, I'll call the police!" I nodded. "Report it." He froze. I pushed the phone in front of him. "Report immediately." Ma Thuc Mai panicked first. She grabbed Ha Thua An's hand. "Don't report!" Ha Thua An angrily said: "Mom, she beat me like this!" Ma Thuc Mai lowered her voice. "It was me who moved first!" I looked at her. "So you know." Ma Thuc Mai's face turned pale. She immediately changed her tone. “I don't know! I can't see anything!" I stood up. "Then go to the hospital to have your injuries assessed." Ha Thua An was in so much pain that he couldn't speak. When he was taken away by ambulance, Ma Thuc Mai cried all the way. Neighbors opened their doors and stuck their heads out to see. Someone asked: "What's wrong?" Ma Thuc Mai immediately pointed at me. “My daughter-in-law hit my son! Just a few days after getting married, she beat her husband to the hospital!" The neighbors' eyes changed. I didn't explain. I went into the house, took my bag, changed my shoes. Ma Thuc Mai was still crying in the hallway. "Everyone, come out and decide, there is no such kind of daughter-in-law!" I walked in front of her. Her crying choked for a moment. I said: "I'll go with you to the hospital." She was stunned. "What are you going to do?" "Check the injury status." I looked at her. "Wait for the police by the way." The tears on her face stopped. Arriving at the hospital, Ha Thua An was pushed into the examination room. He was not lightly injured. Dislocated shoulder, bruised back, slightly cracked ribs. The doctor asked what was wrong. Just as Ma Thuc Mai was about to open his mouth, I spoke first: "Family conflict, he was drunk and made the first move, I defended myself legitimately." The doctor glanced at me. "Have you reported to the police yet?" I replied: "Prepare to report." Ma Thuc Mai immediately pulled me back. "Anh Tuyet, why are you bringing the police in?" I stared at her hand. She slowly let go. When Ha Thua An was pushed out, his face was as white as paper. Seeing me, his eyes were filled with only hatred. "Phuong Anh Tuyet, you wait." I walked to the bed. "I wait." He gritted his teeth. "I have to divorce you!" I nodded. "Okay." He froze. Ma Thuc Mai was also stunned. I took out a copy of my citizen identification card and marriage certificate from my pocket. This is something I photocopied after work this afternoon. Originally intended to be used as a document submitted to the company. Now is the right time to use it. I put the papers on the nightstand. "Go to the civil affairs department tomorrow, or follow the lawsuit." Ha Thua An rolled her eyes at me. "Have you wanted a divorce for a long time?" I didn't answer. I just looked at his hand. The hand almost fell on my face, which was now covered in bandages. I said: "The moment you moved your hand, you should have thought about this outcome." Ma Thuc Mai was frantic. "No divorce!" She rushed to block in front of the hospital bed. "You beat my son like this and then plan to run away? Pay money! Must pay money!" I looked at her. "Are you sure you want to talk about compensation?" She tensed her neck. "Of course!" I took out my phone and opened the hospital's payment page. "I have already paid for the emergency room tonight." "I can also pay for the examination fee later." Ma Thuc Mai's eyes lit up.