In the bedroom.
After seating Yang Feilong on the bed, Luo Yujiao sat on a chair, lowered her head, and softly said, "Let me tell you a story!"
"Tell a story?" Yang Feilong was startled at first, then thought of something and nodded, "Okay."
"That summer, she was eighteen, holding her university acceptance letter, happily telling her parents the good news!" Luo Yujiao's face held a smile, but it quickly turned bitter: "But she never expected that what she received was a piece of terrible news."
"Her father gambled and lost hundreds of thousands."
"The creditors came, demanding payment, threatening to kill her entire family if the debt wasn't repaid, or to marry their daughter to him, considering the hundreds of thousands of debt as bride price!" Luo Yujiao's face held a hint of mockery: "She was desperate then. To know that the man was twelve years older than her, a vast difference from the partner she imagined. She wanted to threaten him with her life, but facing her father kneeling and begging, her soft heart chose to compromise."
"And at that time, she thought that he would marry her by forgiving hundreds of thousands, so he must like her. And he was indeed very good to her! Before marriage, he indulged her in everything, not letting her be unhappy in the slightest. Apart from her not wanting to marry him, he was willing to agree to everything else!"
"She thought to herself, this isn't too bad. Although there's a gap between reality and ideals, finding someone who cherishes and loves her is also good!"
"And so, they reached the day of their wedding. The ceremony was held in a very luxurious hotel. He was very wealthy, if not tens of millions, then at least eight million, a successful person!"
"After all, this was the person she would spend her life with, and she had accepted everything about him."
"But on their wedding day, he and his scoundrel friends drank too much."
"This wasn't a big deal, as getting drunk on such a happy day was normal. But unfortunately, after getting drunk, a group of them got into a conflict with another group!"
"Then, the two groups started fighting. And he, having drunk the most, was also beaten the worst. And on this day, he became—a eunuch."
Yang Feilong was stunned. He had previously felt that Li Dapao's actions and demeanor were somewhat abnormal, and now he knew he was impotent.
"He was in the hospital. After waking up from his drunken stupor and learning this news, his mental state deteriorated."
His mental state deteriorated, and his new bride became a useless ornament. The shock was too great for him!
"Although his mental issues were intermittent, his temper became increasingly violent. Especially when he went to the bathroom. The people who castrated him were imprisoned, and he couldn't seek revenge. So he would beat and whip his newlywed wife with sticks and whips. He believed that his current situation was because he married her, otherwise he wouldn't have gotten so drunk. Luo Yujiao's eyes held pain and bewilderment as she spoke these words."
Even now, she could still feel the pain of those days. As for the bewilderment, she didn't know what mistake she had made.
At that time, she was only eighteen years old!
It was a maiden's most beautiful years!
She, who should have been attending university, suddenly got married. Who was more miserable than her? Who could understand how unbearable it was in her heart at that time?
And him being beaten into a eunuch, how could that be her fault? She didn't understand, and still couldn't understand even now.
Yang Feilong was also trembling with anger. This was a beast. He got drunk and caused trouble, was beaten into a eunuch, and instead of finding the reason within himself, he transferred his pain to his wife. No, this was worse than a beast.
Suddenly, a doubt arose in Yang Feilong's mind. Since Li Dapao was a eunuch, and there had been no intimate contact between them before marriage, how could they have had Luo Wenwen?
However, he didn't ask, because from Luo Yujiao, he sensed an aura of purity, which was somewhat strange.
"Didn't she call the police?" Yang Feilong took a deep breath and asked in a low voice.
"She did call the police, but it was useless! Because he was diagnosed with mental illness, he just claimed he was having an episode." Luo Yujiao gave a wry smile.
Yang Feilong could understand Luo Yujiao's helplessness at that time and said in a deep voice, "Then she could have divorced him."
"Actually, they hadn't registered their marriage, so it would have been fine for her to leave. But when she just returned to her parents' home, she woke up in the morning to find him standing in her parents' yard with a knife." Luo Yujiao shook her head, her face filled with despair: "He threatened that if she dared to leave him, he would exterminate her entire family. She had no choice but to return to that cold home!"
"......" Yang Feilong could hear Luo Yujiao's pain and despair.
She knew that being with him was filled with suffering and fear, but she had no other choice. That person was mentally ill and could do whatever he pleased because his mental illness was genuine, which made him almost above the law.
Moreover, if you killed him, you would also face a severe penalty. This was the most frustrating part.
"At this time, she heard someone say that perhaps raising a child could help soothe his inner pain." Luo Yujiao gave a wry smile: "So, she went to the orphanage and adopted a child."
"Wenwen is adopted?" Yang Feilong's heart was also suddenly relieved. Then everything could be explained.
"Yes. Wenwen actually knows about this. Because when she was adopted, she was already nine years old. At that time, her biological parents had passed away, and she had no relatives, so she was sent to the orphanage." Luo Yujiao sighed and said.
"So, you're only about nine years older than Wenwen?" Yang Feilong's gaze was somewhat strange.
"En, a little over nine years older, not yet ten." Luo Yujiao nodded. As for Yang Feilong's address changing to 'you,' she didn't deny it, because the 'she' in her story was actually herself.
Infinite emotions arose in Yang Feilong's heart.
A woman, who had just turned eighteen, was taking care of a nine-year-old daughter. This was truly not easy.
Luo Yujiao was now barely twenty-seven years old, still in the prime of her youth.
But before she met him, she was already plagued by illness. Clearly, her plan to adopt a daughter had failed.
Because it didn't change Li Dapao.
"Li Dapao did restrain himself somewhat because of Wenwen's existence, but only a little." Luo Yujiao gave a wry smile: "I don't know if adopting Wenwen was the right thing to do or not, because if Wenwen had met a good family, perhaps she would have had a much better life than she does now."
"She must be very grateful to you." Yang Feilong said.
He wasn't saying this to comfort Luo Yujiao, of course. Because the way Luo Wenwen treated Luo Yujiao clearly showed that Luo Yujiao had treated her very well, otherwise, she wouldn't have been willing to work part-time just to cure Luo Yujiao's illness.