Tao Yuyue took a deep breath, watching Chen Yuan's indifferent expression. "I'm not going," she said firmly.
Chen Yuan stared at her in disbelief. "You're not going?"
He raised his hand to hit her. "You dare talk back to me? Who do you think you are?"
Tao Yuyue quickly dodged, which only made Chen Yuan angrier. "What's wrong with you? Who's in charge of this family? Do you not understand your place?"
He grabbed a broom and swung it at Tao Yuyue.
"Ah!" she cried out, dodging the broom. "If you hit me again, I'll go to the Women's Federation!"
"You wouldn't dare!"
"Why wouldn't I? I don't want to end up like your grandmother and mother, getting beaten for the rest of my life." Tao Yuyue didn't want a divorce, but she also didn't want to be beaten for the rest of her life. The thought of Chen Yuan's grandmother, at her age, still being hit was chilling.
"What kind of family values do you have? A grown man who only knows how to hit his wife—you're even worse than Bai Fendou."
