Over the years, although Wu Daming often cursed at her, he never actually raised his hand against her.
"I, I..."
Wu Daming looked at his own hand, his expression becoming somewhat panicked.
He began to regret it, but upon seeing Zhang Xiaoshan standing to one side, he didn't want to lose the dignity of being the village head, so he forcefully shouted at Jia Lanhua.
"I'm the head of this household, what's wrong with hitting you?"
Little Shan, standing by, shook his head in disapproval. Wu Daming, not content with having a delicate wife, still struck her so fiercely? No wonder Jia Lanhua disliked Wu Daming so much.
Did these two really look like a couple?
Jia Lanhua was so tall and slender, graceful, with a delicate and pretty face, while Wu Daming was a skinny, balding old man—the contrast couldn't have been more stark.
Suddenly, Zhang Xiaoshan thought back to that night when he stumbled upon Wu Daming and the widow Su Xiangmei in their intimate encounter.
