As Hu Chaoqun lashed out, he glared at Hua Yun. It formed such a stark contrast against the Hu Chaoqun who called Hua Yun "baby" in front of outsiders.
Even then, Hua Yun was not angered—because Hu Chaoqun was her ATM; she was nothing if she were to leave the man now.
"Damn it!" Hu Chaoqun growled and swept all the books on the desk to the floor.
The slam made a few books hit Hua Yun with one of them colliding against her forehead brutally, making it swell on the spot.
Hua Yun clenched her jaw in pain but dared not say a word. All she was left with now was Hu Chaoqun. Hu Chaoqun's wealth was the only thing she could boast to outsiders.
Hence, she could only put up with Hu Chaoqun's violence at home while maintain the façade of an affluent wife that roused people's envy outside.
This was Hua Yun's current life.
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The next day, Yun Jian carried her backpack and went to school as usual.
