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"Aunt Wang?" Seeing the person in front of him, Xiaowan shuddered instinctively.

Before she was married, it was this woman who tied her up with her stepmother in the woodshed. She even took turns with her stepmother every day to strip her clothes and supervise her toilet, making her live a life worse than death.

Xiaowan could only force herself to forget this humiliation, but how could she forget it so easily?

When Ling Chaofeng's hand was grabbed by his wife, naturally, she could feel her trembling. Putting a bit more strength into her fingers, she held her hand instead and when Xiaowan felt her strength, she immediately calmed down. She looked at Ling Chaofeng and said: "Husband, this is my aunt who is next door."

Lady Wang's gaze had long fallen on the haughty Ling Chaofeng. It was said that a few days ago, there were people in the village who saw the Mu Family's daughter splashing water outside their Ling Xiao Inn, chatting and laughing with a young boy. They thought that the boy was Ling Chaofeng, but the women did not believe them.

Ling Chaofeng was a monster. With a height of eight feet, he was valiant and powerful, killing as though he was made of hemp …

Aunt Wang's heart was trembling. Right now, her eyes were firm, she was not even eight feet tall, but she was taller than most men, especially her face, high nose bridge, pitch-black pupils, and eyes that were filled with heroic spirit.

She exclaimed: "Xiaowan, this, this is Young Master?"

Xiaowan nodded and said softly, "We still have matters to attend to, so we will be leaving first."

After she finished speaking, she dragged Ling Chaofeng into the crowd. Ling Chaofeng naturally followed her step by step, but Aunt Wang shouted from behind her, "Xiaowan, wait a minute. Your mother is here too.

Xiaowan dragged Ling Chaofeng away quickly, but was stopped by his husband's pull. Ling Chaofeng brought her to the side of the road where there were less people, and asked gently: "What's wrong?"

"Actually, I know that when I come to the town fair, I will definitely meet people from the village, and even my stepmother." The Xiaowan's eyes were downcast, he did not panic at all and he said calmly, "But I wanted you to be with me, so there's no need to be afraid of them. I just had to say a few words and my heart is already in such a mess. I'm not afraid anymore, but I don't want to see them. I'll never want to see them again. "

Her eyes were slightly moist as she tried to hold back her tears.

The Xiaowan had never told Ling Chaofeng about the details of the dozen days she was tied up in the woodshed, waiting for her marriage. However, Ling Chaofeng only thought about it briefly, he had to eat, drink, and drink when he was alive, how he was tied up all the time.

It was very clear that her stepmother would definitely help her resolve the problem, so the deepest injury that Xiaowan suffered was not the physical pain, but in her heart. She had never been treated as a person before.

"Go take a look happily." Ling Chaofeng bent over and looked straight into his wife's eyes, "If we meet again, it will only be this one time. From today onwards, I will make sure that they will never dare to appear in the same place as you. It's a big world. You can go anywhere you want, but they'll never show up at the same time as you. Is that good? "

The Xiaowan was stunned and asked subconsciously: "Want to kill them?"

Ling Chaofeng did not know whether to laugh or cry. Your aunt was dressed so beautifully for you, and you're going back home just like that? "

Xiaowan had put on a new hairstyle today, Aunt Zhang's hands were quite lucky, the same jade hairstyle, which Xiaowan herself wore, no matter how it looked, it was awkward to wear. Her aunt helped her pick it up, and the flowers made her skin as white as snow, while the jade hairstyle was dignified and dignified.

Wearing a white jacket and a green skirt, her waist was as thin as a bundle, and her clothes fluttered in the wind. As she walked in the crowd, it was like she was in the middle of spring.

Xiaowan touched her hair, a little hesitant, and indeed felt that it was a pity. Her husband then said: "If we really don't want to, then let's go back now, or take a bus to a town twenty miles away to visit the market. How about it?"

Immediately, a smile appeared on his face, and he nodded: "Next time let's go somewhere else, it's better if we stay here for a stroll. Once we leave, it's time for Aunt to spoil the fun, Uncle Biao and Ershan are still waiting for the afternoon when we go to the teahouse to listen to books."

With that, she grabbed Ling Chaofeng's hand and returned to the bustling crowd.

There were all sorts of things on the stalls along the street, things she had longed for since he was young, things he had never been able to get his hands on. When the trap failed, Ling Chaofeng begged for her husband to replace her, causing the stall owner's eyes to turn red from anxiousness.

The Xiaowan gradually let go of his husband's hand, while Ling Chaofeng silently held onto the thing she liked. He wanted to let the Xiaowan be truly "free" and let her be brave enough, but at this moment, he subconsciously slowed his pace, and the flow of people gradually separated him from the Xiaowan.

He wanted to buy a handkerchief to give to Aunt Zhang as a thank you for taking care of him. Suddenly, someone grabbed onto her shoulder, and Xiaowan thought that it was Ling Chaofeng who was following behind her. She smiled and asked: "Look at this handkerchief, what do you think?"

The voice that answered was that of a man, also tall, but very unfamiliar to the ears, and what he said was: "Don't run around, it's time for us to go on our way."

Xiaowan turned her head in a daze. The man was startled and quickly let go, then said: "Sorry about that, I recognized the wrong person. I'm really sorry."

Wrong person? Before Xiaowan could react, that person seemed to have seen the person he was looking for, and directly chased after him. Xiaowan tiptoed to see, not far away, there was a woman also wearing a white dress, but was quickly overtaken by that man.

"Big Sis?"

Suddenly, a familiar voice came out, causing Xiaowan's heart to tremble.

"Mother!" "It's Big Sis. I saw Big Sis here." Her brother's loud voice was completely inherited by her stepmother, as well as her evil nature.

Very quickly, two children around the age of seven or eight years old surrounded Xiaowan. One of them was his younger brother Wen Bao, and the other was his younger sister Wen Juan.

The stepmother came in and gave birth to a daughter in succession. The daughter was unsatisfied. Xiaowan was only nine at the time, but when she cried, her stepmother went crazy. She used the needles at the bottom of her nail-shoe to stab her, and then used the wooden board to spank her. Now that she thought about it, her small body was really strong.

"Tsk tsk tsk tsk, isn't this our bride?" Madam Xu walked over unsteadily, and recognized that this young lady with bright clothes and gold on her body was her stepdaughter, an indescribable feeling arose in her heart. She sized her up and sneered, "Such a good life, even her conscience was eaten by a dog, I have never seen a girl get married, and don't even know the rules of returning home."

Madam Xu acted as if she had gotten used to it and pinched her cheeks, saying hatefully: "Why didn't you call for people when you saw me, did you mute yourself?"

"Let me go!" Xiaowan used all her strength to push Madam Xu away, staring at her angrily, she shouted, "Speak as you say it, don't touch her."

His son, Wen Bao, saw that his mother had been pushed away, and came up to kick her. As he did so, he continued to kick her: "I told you to push my mother, you unlucky star."

But the next moment, he was lifted up by the collar by someone. The little guy kicked with both his feet and shouted in fear, "Mother! Mother, save me. "

Madam Xu watched as the tall man held his son up in the air. Finally, he came to his senses and shouted, "Murder, come!" He jumped over and kicked Ling Chaofeng, "Let go of my son, let go of my son."