Chapter 1322: Chapter 1322

Suddenly, a heated argument erupted next door, followed by a woman’s curses and a man’s silence. However, that quickly escalated into screams and sobbing cries as the couple’s conflict intensified, with the woman being pinned down on the bed and severely beaten until her face swelled.

Li Huiwen shuddered, woke up from her nightmare, and sat up abruptly, looking around in confusion. Only when she saw the shabby walls plastered with newspapers and the wooden door—sturdy even without an anti-theft door—did she heave a sigh of relief and calm down.

For the past half-month, Li Huiwen had been living in a nightmarish state of constant fear, not daring to step outside, surviving on a meal of instant noodles each day. Most of the time, she either hid in bed or huddled by the window, monitoring the street below. The source of thɪs content is novel⦿fire.net

As darkness fell, the policeman didn’t appear, and Li Huiwen once again experienced a sense of relief, like a fox that had escaped the pursuit of the Evil Wolf.

Gurgle, gurgle, her stomach made growling noises. Her recent anxiety, coupled with having little money, had left her perpetually hungry. But there was no choice. Since she’d murdered her boss Liu Man, she didn’t dare go home to pack her things. Instead, she ran to the suburbs and rented a room, planning to lay low for a while.

Beneath her was an uneven single bed, without quilts or blankets; sleeping on it for a night hurt her bones more than running a Marathon.

Li Huiwen’s office lady’s suit hadn’t been washed in a week, crumpled into a ball and tossed beside the bed.

As she got off the bed, dizziness struck immediately, and Li Huiwen nearly fell over. She knew if she continued to go hungry, there would be trouble, so she decided to eat a bit more today. But when she looked to the northwest corner of the room, she realized the box of instant noodles she had bought was all gone.

The weather was sweltering, and her body was covered in sweat from anxiety and nightmares, unbearably sticky. Previously, Li Huiwen liked to be clean, but now she hadn’t bathed in half a month, and it didn’t seem amiss to her.

"Heh, had I known, I would have just given in to Liu Man. What’s the big deal about sleeping with someone?" The more she thought about accidentally killing Liu Man, the more she regretted it. Although she was unwilling internally to admit that she was a bitch, she understood that it wasn’t that she was averse to sleeping with someone, but rather that the payoff was too meager.

Li Huiwen was not highly educated, but with her resilient character, she had managed to take root in the City. However, as her age increased and she endured more hardships, her goals seemed ever more distant, leaving her bewildered. She had been a diligent and good housewife who liked her husband’s honesty and hard work. They had a harmonious marriage for the first two years, but everything changed in one night.

That was the first year after Li Huiwen had switched jobs to work for Liu Man’s company. For the sake of a contract worth tens of millions and the 20,000 yuan commission promised by Liu Man upon conclusion, she had worked tirelessly. Then, one night, while negotiating with a customer at a bar, she was made drunk. The next morning, she woke up in a strange motel, lying next to a customer with a pockmarked face.

In that moment, Li Huiwen felt as though the sky had fallen. Seeing her body covered in traces, she frenziedly grabbed the fruit knife from beside the bed and lunged at the pockmarked face.

As the pockmarked face heard Li Huiwen’s shout and opened his eyes only to see the fruit knife, panic overtook him. He narrowly dodged the blade.

Li Huiwen lunged, but was flipped over by a now calm pockmarked face. Then there was nothing—Li Huiwen had no evidence of rape, and the pockmarked face staunchly claimed it was an affair. With Liu Man playing peacemaker and promising a raise, Li Huiwen swallowed her anger.

After that incident, Li Huiwen changed. With her growing familiarity with Liu Man’s company, she realized her sacrifice that night had earned her 20,000 yuan, but for Liu Man, it was a profit of over two million.

Li Huiwen hated Liu Man, but here, she could make more money. So she endured and, as she became one of Liu Man’s confidantes, familiar with more of her secrets and vulnerabilities, she thought if one day she were to be fired and they parted ways on bad terms, she could use that knowledge to her advantage.

"It’s all the greedy Liu Man’s fault, ruining my life!" Li Huiwen cursed. Recently, Liu Man, aiming for another big deal, was ready to pull the same trick again.

Li Huiwen didn’t mind sleeping with a stranger, but she had lost a lot in stocks and was indebted due to usury. She wanted a bigger commission, yet stingy Liu Man was unwilling to give even a penny more.

Liu Man had hurled many ugly words at her, seeing Li Huiwen as nothing more than a bitch that could make money for her—with no regard for her feelings. When Liu Man threatened to tell Li Huiwen’s husband and daughters about her deeds unless she complied, years of pent-up rage exploded, and in a moment of impulse, she stabbed Liu Man to death.

Li Huiwen regretted it, but with the murder committed, she had no choice but to flee.

The domestic violence next door intensified, and Li Huiwen glanced over with disdain. That woman was a bitch too, having secretly followed a man from her hometown only to fall for a Bastard. She knew their fights were all about the lazy man wanting money to spend and demanding the woman work as a hostess in bars.

Without a marriage certificate, the man didn’t care about her at all—either he would leave or just use her as a means to earn money.

Bang, bang, bang, a rapid knocking sound rose.

"What’s with the banging? No one’s here!" Li Huiwen yelled out, and then a violent quarrel erupted in the hallway. Without looking, she understood that the woman had come seeking help and was being dragged back by the man.