Koi Fubao: Being loved by everyone on the road to escape from famine

Chapter 258 Letter of Divorce

Ding Xiaojun, the orphan she took home in the cold wind, is the only warmth and hope in her life.

Although she and Ding Qiang had not had children for four years, the arrival of Ding Xiaojun filled all the gaps. She treated him as her own son, and all her efforts and sacrifices were only to give him a stable environment to grow up in.

Just as Liu Yin was immersed in bitter memories, Ding Qiang strode towards her and snatched the purse from her hand.

He weighed the purse and made sure that there was not a cent missing before he snorted with satisfaction.

Xiao Zhixue, who was standing by, witnessed all this and a cold smile appeared on her lips. She remembered every word of Ding Qiang's insults.

Seeing that Ding Qiang was about to leave, Xiao Zhixue quickly pulled out a long whip from her waist and whipped Ding Qiang's injured leg without hesitation.

"Snapped!"

The whip was as powerful as thunder and hit the wound accurately. Ding Qiang's wails immediately resounded through the sky. He fell to his knees, holding his injured leg tightly with both hands, twisting his body in pain.

"How dare you, a foreign woman, hit me! I will sue you at the government office and let the master teach you a lesson!"

Ding Qiang cursed while sweating profusely.

Xiao Zhixue did not stop and whipped him hard on the cheek with another whip, turning his face into a bloody mess in an instant.

"You only use this mouth for bad things, it's just redundant to keep it."

In severe pain, Ding Qiang cried and begged for mercy. His eyes turned to Liu Yin, full of requests for help.

Liu Yin knew clearly that Ding Qiang hoped she could drive Xiao Zhixue away and report to the police.

But thinking back on all the torture Ding Qiang had inflicted on her over the years, Liu Yin's heart was filled not only with grief and indignation, but also with a premonition of relief.

If Xiao Zhixue hadn't come to the rescue, she and Ding Xiaojun might have already died at the bottom of the river.

Seeing Ding Qiang's embarrassed appearance, Liu Yin felt unprecedentedly refreshed.

She turned and walked into the dim room, pulling out the paper and pen that she had prepared long ago from under the bed.

Due to her limited education and having never written any formal documents by herself, she hoped that Xiao Zhixue or An Ying'er could help her.

Xiao Zhixue whipped Ding Qiang a few more times until he was completely speechless.

Liu Yin held a pen and paper and looked at Xiao Zhixue hesitantly. She was not only a doctor with superb medical skills, but also a person with profound knowledge.

"Mr. Xiao, I..." Liu Yin started to speak, but found it difficult to find the words.

Xiao Zhixue seemed to see through her thoughts, raised her eyebrows, and her eyes stayed on the paper and pen in Liu Yin's hand.

"Do you want me to write you a divorce letter?"

Xiao Zhixue's sharpness made Liu Yin feel relieved, and she quickly nodded to confirm.

Xiao Zhixue took the paper and pen, and the tip of the pen slid smoothly across the paper. Although women in ancient times could not take the initiative to divorce their husbands, resolving this evil relationship through divorce was a temporary solution.

In the eyes of the world, the breakdown of a marriage is far more taboo than the collapse of a temple, but in the face of Liu Yin's firm choice, Xiao Zhixue was just a bystander who helped draft the separation agreement.

What's more, Ding Qiang's actions deeply touched Xiao Zhixue's sense of justice, and she had no reason to refuse.

The "divorce letter" was clearly written on the paper, looking particularly solemn.

Although Liu Yin could not read many words, she knew the meaning of the word "休" very well. The joy in her heart was like a flower in early spring, blooming silently.

She knew that Xiao Zhixue in front of her was the helper she had been looking for.

Xiao Zhixue quickly drafted the agreement and handed it to Liu Yin.

"Here are two copies. You sign first and give the rest to me. Make sure he signs them too."

Liu Yin took the agreement excitedly, her hands shaking like a sieve, and she barely left her name on the paper.

Afterwards, Xiao Zhixue, holding the agreement, faced Ding Qiang, who was lying limp on the ground.

"Hurry up and sign your name, or you'll have to lie down for the rest of your life, I promise!"

Her tone was as cold as ice, and every word was like a hammer, brooking no opposition.

Ding Qiang's hatred for Xiao Zhixue was deep, but faced with physical pain and on the verge of mental collapse, he had no choice.

He knew that even if he took the case to the government, no one would uphold justice for his unreasonable demands.

Ding Qiang gritted his teeth, took the pen tremblingly, and scribbled his name on the agreement.

Xiao Zhixue then took out the ink pad, forced Ding Qiang's hand to press it down, and pressed it against the agreement with quick and decisive movements.

After finishing, she shook off Ding Qiang's hand and turned to face Liu Yin.

"Miss Liu, you also need to press your fingerprints before this agreement will take effect."

There was a determined light in Liu Yin's eyes. Almost without any hesitation, she gently pressed her fingertips on the document that determined her fate, leaving a bright red and deep mark, like a touch of determination and hope in her gloomy life.

Xiao Zhixue slowly handed the heavy agreement back to Liu Yin, with a hint of imperceptible tenderness in her eyes.

She spoke softly, but with a force that could not be ignored: "Keep it, don't let it become a homeless piece of paper."

This reminder was like a warm ribbon, gently binding the fate of the two women at this moment.

Liu Yin's eyes were instantly moist, and her gratitude was like a flood that broke through the dam, making her words tremble.

"Thank you, thank you so much..."

She bowed repeatedly, and each time she bent was filled with unspeakable affection.

Then, she turned around and hurried into the simple living room, carefully picked up the sleeping Ding Xiaojun. Her movements showed both eagerness and reluctance, as if she was holding a fragile treasure.

Xiao Zhixue walked out the door and said to An Ying'er, who was traveling with her, with a hint of urgency in her tone: "Ying'er, it's getting late. Everyone is waiting for us outside. We can't keep everyone waiting for too long."

Her eyes scanned the surroundings, as if looking for traces that might have been forgotten, or a faint worry about the uncertainty of the future.

An Ying'er looked at the figures of Liu Yin and her son, and couldn't help but feel a sense of empathy.

She knew that Liu Yin might have escaped from hell, but how bumpy and difficult would the road ahead be for her and Ding Xiaojun? She lowered her voice and pleaded in Xiao Zhixue's ear: "Zhixue, can we help them? They are so pitiful, they don't even have a place to shelter from the wind and rain..."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Zhixue frowned slightly. She knew very well that the burden on her shoulders was already heavy enough, and adding a mother and child to the mix would undoubtedly add more uncertainty to her already difficult journey.

"Ying'er, each of us has our own destiny. I did what I could, but as for them, we can't walk their path for them."

Her eyes revealed determination, but also concealed helplessness.

After all, she couldn't even give a definite answer about her own future.

Xiao Zhixue shook her head gently, her tone full of determination: "This is not a responsibility we can bear. We must set off as soon as possible."

Although her words were cold and hard, they also revealed a kind of compromise and helplessness towards reality.

An Ying'er pursed her lips and said nothing more.