Chapter 1 — I Posted My Wife's Photo, and This Happened

After a "friendly martial arts exchange" in the family, my husband and I were both invited to the police station. I sat neatly and neatly, not even the hairpin was out of place. As for him, his face was bruised and his shirt was torn in three pieces. He pointed his finger at the policeman who was recording the testimony and shouted: "This sour woman is giving it to you, will you take it! I'm giving it away for free! Also attached is the dowry!" The police officer slowly raised his head, his eyes looking at me. His lips trembled for a long time before he could squeeze out a sentence:

“This… I understand very well…”

Co Bac Than was stunned for three seconds: "Huh?" I stared at that face, my mind made a "beep" sound - And then my mother appeared. You're not here to bail me out. It's about bringing sandals to "hurt" your son-in-law more. 【Chapter 1】 The story must be told from three o'clock this afternoon. At that time, I was curled up on the sofa watching a movie, watching the classic scene where the male lead confesses his love to the female lead. Comments passed by sparklingly "Let's be together, let's be together", I was so touched that my eye sockets turned red. Then my phone vibrated. Work group chat on WeChat, 99+ unread messages. I conveniently pressed it, then my whole body jumped off the sofa. Not a work message. Which is a screenshot. Screenshot from circle of friends. Posted by: Co Bac Than. Attached photo: Close-up of a big face. It's my face. Sleeping face. Mouth open, drool flowing in a sparkling streak, nostrils upturned, expression so contorted that it could compete for meme champion of the year. The status line reads:

“My Piglet's Daily Diary.”

There is also a heart icon attached to the back. Comment top 1:

— Hahahahahaha, does your sister-in-law know about this?

Top 2 comments:

— Is this really Lam Thu Thu??? Normally it looks very decent!

Top 3 comments, commented by my boss:

— Tieu Lam, pay attention to your image.

Top 4 comments, commented by former colleagues:

— Hahahahahaha I captured the screen, I captured the screen.

Top 5 comments. When I saw the fifth comment, my whole body stopped shaking. Because the shaking stage is over. It's at the stage where I want to kill someone. In the list of people dropping hearts in line 5, the seventh person... Quy Trach Vien. My ex. Also click like. I took three deep breaths. I put down the phone. I stood up. I went into the bedroom. Co Bac Than was lying on the bed playing games, wearing noise-canceling headphones, shouting: "Don't feed, don't feed, why are you rushing to surrender your life again!". I took off the headphones on his head. He looked up at me, grinning: "Is your wife awake? Do you want to eat..." I put the phone screen right in his face. He looked for two seconds. The smile on his face stiffened.

“Wife, I can explain.”

“Please explain.”

“I think you're so cute like that…”

I grabbed the pillow. Co Bac Than's reaction speed is actually not slow. But he did not dare to fight back. This is his biggest weakness in this marriage, and also the last limit for him to keep alive. Fifteen minutes later, neighbors called the police. It's not because I'm making a fuss. It was because Co Bac Than's scream was too pitiful. According to the neighbor's description later: "I thought the house next door was spitting pig blood." He didn't know that the "pig" that was being teased was the person who had just posted an insulting "pig" on WeChat. When the police arrived, I sat back on the sofa and continued to watch the movie. Co Bac Than was squatting in the corner, two buttons of his shirt were cut off, the left sleeve was torn and flying somewhere, his face was blue and purple, his nose was still bleeding. Two policemen walked in and looked at the two of us in turn. Look at me. Look at him again. Look at me again. They were silent. A young police officer cleared his throat: "You two, please follow us back to the station to make a report." Co Bac Than's eyes were filled with tears and snot: "Comrade police, you're finally here, you quickly arrest her, domestic violence! This is domestic violence!" He pointed at his face. The two policemen simultaneously took half a step back. I stood up, smoothed my hair, picked up my bag: "Let's go." My attitude was so calm that the two police officers had to exchange a look of understanding. I read the meaning of that look. Basically: "Brother, when you testify later, don't make that sister angry." Go to the police station. I sat on the chair, bag on my lap, back straight. Co Bac Than was arranged to sit opposite. Now he has calmed down, but after calming down, he feels even more miserable. How to describe that feeling of self-pity - a man eighty-five feet tall, weighing a hundred kilograms, sitting there with a red nose and sniffling, looking like a big dog that had just been kicked. The police officer who made the report stepped forward. He bowed his head, flipped through the documents, and said as he walked: "Come on, first register basic information..." Co Bac Than stood up excitedly, pointing at the policeman, his voice carrying a sob:

"Comrade police, I tell you, this woman is a fierce person! Sour woman! Lion of Ha Dong!"

The more he spoke, the angrier he became.

"It's been three years! I've been putting up with her for three years! Today, there's finally an organization to take charge of me!"

His chest heaved violently, his finger pointed straight at me:

"This kind of fierce woman, if I give it to you, will you take it? I don't want it anymore! Give it away for free! Make up for the dowry! Give her back the wedding gold!"

After he finished speaking, the entire police station lobby fell silent. An aunt next door came to do household registration, forgot to even get her ID card, and craned her neck to listen to our conversation. And the policeman who took the report finally raised his head. The moment I saw that face, my heart skipped a beat. He also saw me. The pen in his hand fell down. Dropped to the ground and bounced twice. He didn't pick it up. The whole body stiffened there, the pupils slightly dilated, and the lips began to visibly tremble.

“This… I understand very well…”

Co Bac Than's expression froze.

"Huh?"

I closed my eyes. Quy Zeyuan. My ex. The person who three years ago I beat and ran away. 【Chapter 2】 The air seemed to freeze at this moment. Co Bac Than's brain clearly hadn't loaded yet, his eyes flickered back and forth between me and Quy Trach Vien for about 4 or 5 rounds.

"What did you say? You understand very well? Understand what?"

Quy Trach Vien did not answer. He bent down to pick up the pen, his hands shaking, it took him the third time to pick it up. Then he picked up the pen, sat down on the chair, and took a deep breath. He looked at me. There were so many things in those eyes - the complexity of seeing each other after a long time, the fear of an old wound that had not yet healed, and even a subtle sympathy like "a dead rabbit laments". But the object of sympathy is not me. It's Co Bac Than. Quy Trach Vien swallowed his saliva and spoke up. The voice was very calm, but unusually calm.

"Mr. Co, may I ask what is your relationship with the person concerned?"

"Husband and wife relationship! Recognized by law!"

“Um.”

Quy Zeyuan wrote something on the form. Then he asked again: "May I ask how long you were beaten?"

“About ten… fifteen minutes!”

Quy Zeyuan's pen stopped.