Chapter 702: Chapter 702

"This lady, what you’re doing isn’t right. We are nurtured by our parents; taking care of them when they grow old is the norm. How can you deny a sick elder treatment?"

"Just to avoid treating the elder, you even shout things like ’Catch the hooligan.’ What kind of person is this?"

"Truly spoiling the social atmosphere."

"Don’t listen to his nonsense; he is not my husband at all."

Fang Xiaohui hurried to explain.

"Alright, alright, what couple doesn’t have fights? Let the argument be just that. Don’t cause such trouble anymore, calling ’Catch the hooligan’ and saying he’s not your man. A man’s heart is easily hurt; this one obviously seems like a good person, a deep-feeling kind of person, you better cherish him."

"If he can be good to his own mom today, he can be good to you in the future. You better appreciate your luck, stop causing trouble here."

The kind older women tried to counsel Fang Xiaohui, seeing the truth come to light, people started to disperse.

Naturally, many sympathized with the man, dealing with such an ignorant wife, not knowing how to handle it.

Fang Xiaohui was so anxious she wanted to say something else.

Her arm was tightly grabbed.

"Do you want me to tear open this envelope and show everyone what photos are inside?"

A low voice threatened.

Fang Xiaohui shut her mouth.

Regretting silently not having foreseen this outcome.

This Brother Yong was clearly more cunning than she imagined, better at adapting on the fly, being streetwise and all.

Being a fugitive for years without being caught by the police, it was clear he was quite clever.

Acting impulsively without full preparation, she had only angered Brother Yong.

Unsure of how he’d deal with her.

Brother Yong held Fang Xiaohui’s arm tightly while he took the photos from her hands and stuffed them into his pocket.

"Let’s go! Wife, let’s go home. We should have a good talk, or else things like today might happen again. I can’t say what I’d do next time, of course, today really hurt me emotionally. You better think about how to compensate for this mental damage. I’m not cheap."

Fang Xiaohui regretted.

An hour later, they were already in the little woods of the forest park.

Though called a forest park, it wasn’t fully developed; mostly bamboo groves and woods, being remote, not many had the thought to visit all the way out here.

Visitors were few, mostly like them, pairs of seemingly couples.

But they weren’t a couple; they bought tickets for the park, and Brother Yong led Fang Xiaohui directly to the woods.

He knew this spot well, remote, usually deserted, most importantly, isolated enough.

Once in the woods, Fang Xiaohui forcefully broke free from Brother Yong’s hand.

"What do you want? I’ve given you 5,000, the rest a month later. What happened today was my fault, but you haven’t lost out either."

Earlier, she couldn’t say this with others around, but now there was no one.

Fang Xiaohui didn’t want to lose face.

Confident that Brother Yong wouldn’t dare do anything to her — if anything happened to her, who would he get the remaining money from?

This man clearly had a one-track mind for money.

In an instant, her face was pressed into the dirt as his heavy body weighed down on her back.

He reached out a hand and lifted her skirt.

Fang Xiaohui panicked, clawing desperately at his hand, trying to pull it away and scream.

But he punched her again.

In terror, she blindly clawed.

He cursed, forcibly spreading her legs and pushing himself onto her, through her skirt and his trousers, she felt his intent.

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She heard her clothes ripping, and terror lent her strength.

She bit his hand and reached to scratch his eyes, her nails breaking his skin.

But it was all in vain.

Brother Yong slowly dressed, "Remember, one month, I’ll be watching you closely. Nurse Fang, your husband isn’t much, did he not properly teach you how to serve a man?

Brother Yong laughed heartily as he left.

Fang Xiaohui hurriedly fixed herself up and stumbled out of the woods.

She couldn’t be seen by anyone now; if someone saw, her reputation would be ruined.

Until now, Fang Xiaohui didn’t know what had happened. On the bus home, she felt increasingly unsettled.

She had clearly thrown two Unlucky Talismans on Brother Yong, why didn’t they work?

If she fled, Brother Yong should either be injured or stopped by others, but instead, this happened, and she couldn’t explain.

Brother Yong had gained the upper hand; what was going on, had her Unlucky Talisman failed?

Yet, moments ago on the bus, testing it out, she threw an Unlucky Talisman at a young man.

The young man not only lost his wallet but fell off the bus when getting off, injuring his leg on the steps.

It seemed quite unfortunate, but why didn’t it work on Brother Yong?

Fang Xiaohui was utterly baffled.

Today she suffered such tremendous humiliation.

She had to deal with Brother Yong, keep it completely secret, or if others knew, her life would be over.

Fang Xiaohui felt murderous now.

All because of Jiang Xin.

If Jiang Xin had given her 50,000, this wouldn’t have happened; she’d already have the photos and negatives and left.

Now she was not only robbed but humiliated by this man.

Fang Xiaohui now hated Jiang Xin; she wouldn’t let Jiang Xin off easily.

Tired, Fang Xiaohui returned home, no one was there; she quickly grabbed her things and went to the bathhouse for a wash, changing clothes.

Only during the bath did she realize she had bruises on her body, luckily Song Mohuan had night shifts at the hospital these days.

Otherwise, once these marks were noticed, she’d have no way of explaining.

Fang Xiaohui scrubbed her skin vigorously with soap as if trying to wash away those stains, wanting to revert to that perfect Fang Xiaohui.

She rushed to pick up Nannan.

After all was settled, lying in bed, she began contemplating what to do next.

Something strange seemed to be happening; her sure-fire items had become unreliable.

The issue with Old Mrs. Song might be attributed to Jiang Xiaoxiao.

But now with Brother Yong, Jiang Xiaoxiao absolutely couldn’t be involved.

So what was going on?

She couldn’t make sense of it; could it be that the Talisman had a time limit, losing effectiveness over time?