Everyone was talking at once, saying a lot, but it was all just words without a shred of evidence.
"Look, that’s the village chief, still pretending to shed tears!" Soone pointed out to her.
Tu Hengsha saw a thin middle-aged man, dressed plainly, shedding tears by the spirit tablet and comforting Aunt Ge.
"Look at his simplicity. His son is studying in the United States! It’s all a facade!" The villagers fud.
Aunt Ge was completely dazed, unaware of who was talking to her or what they said; she only knew the tears wouldn’t stop. Even after the village chief left, she remained in a daze.
Of course, she also heard the real cause of Ge Zhuang’s death: he was angered to death. And he was angered to death by his wife. The so-called job she had in the city to support the family was just prostitution! She was caught by the police and shown on TV—everyone in the village knew! After watching it on TV, Ge Zhuang vomited a lot of blood...
At this mont, the mourning hall, which was sowhat noisy, suddenly quieted down as everyone almost uniformly looked in one direction.
Tu Hengsha followed their gaze to see a woman standing at the door, the woman in the plum-red dress...
It was still that plum-red dress, but now the woman’s hair was loose, she wore no makeup, and her slightly dark face with prominent cheekbones looked very haggard. The dress was still dirty, with noticeable stains. Her thin fingers tightly gripped the hem as her whole body trembled like a withered flower in the wind.
She walked step by step toward the portrait.
The portrait still showed Ge Zhuang when he was healthy, fair-skinned, slightly chubby, with a bright smile, looking very clean.
Halfway there, after clearly seeing Ge Zhuang’s photo, she stopped walking, collapsed to her knees, and with disheveled hair, lay prostrate on the ground.
"Get out of here!" A thunderous roar rang out, and Ge Zhuang’s father, Uncle Ge, rushed out wielding a stick.
This shout awakened Aunt Ge, who, upon seeing her, imdiately collapsed to the ground in tears. "How dare you co back! Weren’t you arrested? Why aren’t you in jail! You should pay with your life for killing my son! You killed my son! How can you be so shaless!"
Over there, Uncle Ge had already hit the woman in the plum-red dress on the back with a stick, making a loud thud, showing how much force he used. The woman’s back collapsed instantly, and she curled up on the ground.
Tu Hengsha recalled Ge Yun, the girl humiliated by the Zhao Family, who was similarly helpless and numb. Aunt Ge cried painfully beside her.
Today’s woman in the plum-red dress likely didn’t even have anyone to cry for her...
The stick hit the woman in the plum-red dress repeatedly, yet she remained silent like Ge Yun that day. Though her face wasn’t visible, her curled-up body and unmoving appearance were just as despairing as Ge Yun’s was.
"Beat her! Beat her to death, and we’ll pay with our lives for it! With our son gone, what do we have to live for!" Aunt Ge’s cry, alternating with shouts, contrasted with the woman’s silent despair—another form of despair.
The villagers were accustod to watching such dostic disputes and didn’t intervene. If this continued, the woman could really be beaten to death!
Tu Hengsha rushed up to hold Aunt Ge back, "Aunt, you mustn’t think this way! You can’t just leave Ge Yun to fend for herself! She is so pitiful! Without your care, who knows how she’ll manage in the future! Look, you two are still here, and she didn’t even co today..."
If she directly told them to stop beating, they might resent it, so she had to take a detour.
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