At the alley near the street corner.
'Slap—' A loud slap echoed even at the alley entrance. Those on the street outside craned their necks to peek into the alley, only to find a husband beating his wife.
Ma Zongyu slapped hard, and angrily said, "You damn bitch, don't push your luck! Hoarding money, are you planning to die? Buying a tomb or a grave? If you don't spend it on me, who else are you gonna spend it on?"
Ding Suzhu was dazed by the slap, her previously neat hair now a mess. Her head tilted, she couldn't react for a long time. She never imagined Ma Zongyu would be so ruthless in hitting her...
For so many years, he hadn't raised his hand again, but now, because of money, it's become such a mess. Is there nothing between them besides money?
All these thoughts exploded in Ding Suzhu's mind; utter despair couldn't even begin to describe her feelings...
This might be what true hopelessness tastes like, something most people couldn't comprehend.
