[Now that we have the video of domestic violence, Qin Li's diary can also be regarded as a clue. Can't we just hand it over to the police and let them investigate it?]
"It is impossible to establish a case based on Qin Li's diary. Her specious and unclear statements cannot be used as evidence at all."
If it were really that simple, when Qin Li died of gas poisoning, the case would not have been closed like this.
[What to do?]
You can't keep wasting it like this, right?
Although it was quite exciting, it was also tiring.
"Wait."
Some people become more courageous the more frustrated they become.
Especially the kind of person who is very proud and confident.
*
The next day, due to physical reasons, Wen Congyuan did not go to work and was recuperating at home.
Su Qiao got up early in the morning to clean up.
[Host, do you still want to wear this makeup?]
"Of course, my injury won't heal in a day or two, and didn't it add a 'new injury' last night?"
[...] The injuries are all on that man Wen Congyuan, right?
And it's still the kind of injury that only hurts but doesn't have any obvious traces.
After packing everything, Su Qiao put on a cool summer outfit without even eating breakfast, then carried her bag and prepared to go out.
Wen Congyuan's eyes swept over her body, and his face suddenly fell.
The shorts were so short that his entire thigh was exposed. The chiffon floral top and V-neck design also made him feel extremely dazzling.
"Where are you going?"
Su Qiao rolled his eyes at him. "It's none of your business."
When she reached the door, she seemed to think of something, turned back, and stretched out her hand. "Bring me your wallet."
Wen Congyuan The corner of his mouth moved, but in the end he took out his wallet with a dark face.
Su Qiao snatched it, took out the four or five hundred-dollar bills inside, and threw the bag back to him. He was a little unhappy. "That's it? It's not even enough for me to buy a bottle of protective products."
Seeing that Su Qiao was about to get angry, the old lady who was drying her clothes on the balcony quickly came over and took out her small wallet. She took out four to five hundred yuan from it and gave it to her. "I still have some here."
"Hmph, that's pretty much it."
Su Qiao was not polite, took the money directly, hummed a song, turned around and walked out the door.
Wen Congyuan stared at the brown wooden door that slammed shut with a terrifyingly gloomy look.
The wallet in his hand hit the coffee table hard. "Bitch, you are wearing such revealing clothes, you must be meeting a wild man again!"
The old lady sighed, rubbed her temples and sat on the sofa.
"Xiao Yuan, don't worry about what she is doing. If she continues to go crazy like this, we simply can't bear it!"
"And look at her, she goes out with injuries, and people outside don't know what to say about us."
"In the past two days, people in the community have begun to point fingers behind my back. If this continues, sooner or later these things will not be dealt with."
Wen Congyuan snorted, "She is injured, but I am not injured?"
At worst, he would go out for a few laps, and the most people would say was that they had a quarrel.
"Xiao Yuan, please divorce her! She is really crazy. You don't know what she will do to you in the future."
He had been beaten twice in a row, and the areas covered by his clothes were covered in red dots, large and small.
With the situation at home, it was not easy for them to go to the hospital. Their son was too proud to go to the hospital, so he could only apply some medicine to endure.
I'm not even in the mood to go to class.
Wen Congyuan clenched his fists and gritted his teeth. "I won't give in!"
"I have paid so much for her, spent so much time and energy on her, and even taken such good care of her family. How dare she treat me like this? I must make her pay the price!"