From a distance, Lin Mubai could hear a voice bragging: "Wife, don't be mad anymore. That bastard son, I've already taught him a lesson for you."
"Honey, how did you avenge me?"
"I just told that bastard that if he keeps being disobedient, he should get lost. We'll take care of his wife and son."
"Well done, hubby."
"Of course."
Feeling betrayed by everyone, Lin Mubai nearly cried. He decided that tomorrow, when his wife woke up, he would seek some comfort to soothe his wounded heart.
So the next morning, when An Nan woke up, the first thing she saw was a face full of misery. Instantly, her heart skipped a beat: "Honey, what's wrong?"
An Nan's first thought was that something bad must have happened. But then she reconsidered; if something bad had actually happened, would this man still be sitting here? So what was it?
With a face full of anxiety, Lin Mubai buried his head in her arms, his voice laden with grievance: "Wife, my heart is hurt?"
