Her husband had died unexpectedly, and she was finally free.
After gaining her freedom, she was probably a little unused to it—and had gotten somewhat carried away.
When her son brought home a wife and she saw him act just like his father, beating his own wife, she suddenly felt balanced again.
Look, she wasn't the only person in this world who suffered domestic violence, nor was she the only one living such a life.
Now, she could even stand by and watch, or even direct, this violent assault.
Wen Congyuan probably wouldn't be able to act ruthless anymore, would he?
It seemed like one beating from the host had already frightened him into submission.
Su Qiao remained calm. "It won't be that easy."
Wen Congyuan was an extremely difficult man to deal with.
He was intelligent, suspicious, and patient.
Back in school, he had been an Academic Overlord.
At the same time, he was exceptionally good at disguising himself. In daily life, he used his refined, handsome appearance and courteous, cultured manner to conceal the darkness within him completely.
Hardly anyone would suspect that a man like this would turn into a tyrant after returning home.
"This is only the beginning. Keep an eye on him for me."
Su Qiao walked to the corner, picked up a black object resembling a small flashlight, and stuffed it into a small apricot-colored shoulder bag.
Don't worry! I'll keep a death grip on him.
444 put away its earlier excitement.
The host was right. The Long March had only just begun.
They would repay the mother and son bit by bit for everything the original host had suffered, then completely break free of them.
*
In the living room, the old lady helped her son quickly sit down on the sofa.
"Xiao