Chapter 130 Fu Yanju’s Plea for Help

Chapter 130: Fu Yanju's Cry for Help

Su He had just finished a busy stretch when Ms. Zhou arrived with the three children.

"Hey, it’s been a while!" Su He greeted her as the crowd dispersed, allowing her to chat briefly with Ms. Zhou.

"Ah, I don’t know how to thank you enough for taking care of Chuan for so many days."

"Liangchuan’s a good kid—he takes care of himself. Mostly, he played with Little Boy and Little Girl."

They’d barely exchanged a few words when another customer came to buy Chinese fried dough from Su He.

Seeing this, Ms. Zhou didn’t disturb her further. Instead, she took two pieces of fried dough from Su He’s stall, saying she’d give them to her son, Zhou Liqun.

Naturally, Su He refused the money—after all, Ms. Zhou had already given her twenty bucks and two chickens.

Even though Ji Liangchuan had stayed at her place for a few days, Ms. Zhou had also helped her greatly during the last market day.

When Su He refused the money, Ms. Zhou didn’t insist. Pushing the money on her would’ve made things awkward.

Not long after Ms. Zhou left, a woman, face battered and clothes in tatters, suddenly grabbed Su He’s hand.

Startled, Su He looked up to see the woman, eyes wide with desperate hope. "You... you’re Su He? Do you know Fu Tinghua?"

Su He figured she was in trouble—perhaps an old acquaintance of Ting Hua’s seeking his help.

Seeing how badly she was hurt, maybe she needed medical treatment from him?

"He’s my husband. What’s the matter?" Su He asked.

The woman gaped at her, stunned, muttering, "You really are Su He? I..."

She gulped, eyes darting around nervously, then whispered, "I’m Fu Tinghua’s sister, Fu Yanju. I was at your wedding. You might not remember me, but I really am his sister."

Su He’s breath caught as she took in the woman’s injuries. In the original host’s memories, this person did exist.

Truth was, the Fu family didn’t have a single plain face, but the woman’s disfigured appearance made her unrecognizable.

"What happened? Who did this to you?"

Su He grabbed her hand—the woman yelped in pain.

Su He released her—her arms were covered in scrapes.

"Sis-in-law... go to Mom and Dad...

No, go to Ting Hua. Tell him I’m stuck with the Chens—I can’t take it anymore.

Tell him to get someone with pull to help me.

The Chens have connections in town. When Chen Zhijie beats me, they look the other way.

The Chens have me locked up, won’t let me return to my parents’ home.

They’re talking about killing me and passing it off as an accident... I heard them plotting it."

"I’ll slip back later. I can't let them find you, or you’ll get caught up in this mess and won’t even be able to return to the village."

Fu Yanju looked at Su He's pretty face, fearing even more that she might pull her into trouble.

The Chen family, with someone holding an official position in town, acted like they owned the place, even pushing everyone around in the village.

Even the village head of Shanglin Village had their back.

This trip to the town market was only possible after Fu Yanju played nice for ages to earn the chance.

She had just gone to the police station, but whether there were Chen family connections inside or not, they told her domestic violence was a family issue and not under police jurisdiction.

Fu Yanju was completely hopeless. Just as she tried to flee back to her parents' home, Chen Zhijie found her, yanked her into an alley, and beat her again.

After fighting like hell, she finally escaped and happened to hear Ms. Zhou call Su He's name, spotting Zai Zai and Niu Niu standing beside her.

An idea hit her—this was her only shot.

Any minute now, the Chens would track her down, and she didn’t know if Chen Zhijie would kill her this time.

Thankfully, the person in front of her was indeed her sister-in-law, the Su He she knew.

This matter could only be resolved by her brother Fu Tinghua. As a military doctor, he must have connections.

She was already a married daughter and couldn’t risk getting her folks involved.

Back then, her mother Wu Yanhua had arranged a great match for her.

Though the man wasn’t as wealthy as the Chens, he was from their own village, close to her parents’ home—filial, hardworking, and his family wasn’t complicated.

But she wouldn’t listen, hung up on that bastard Chen Zhijie, deceived by his sweet talk.

Only in the past half year, Chen Zhijie somehow got hooked on gambling. When he lost, he drank, and when drunk, he started beating her.

At first, she believed he would change, forgiving him again and again.

Only after almost dying from his beatings did she snap out of it.

Domestic violence has no middle ground—it’s either zero or endless.

So she wanted to escape that home, to divorce Chen Zhijie.

But everyone in Shanglin Village was in the Chens’ pocket, making it impossible for her to flee.

Who would’ve thought the man she once loved so deeply, who was gentle and caring, could now stoop to locking her up like some prisoner?

She’d been a fool. Truly, you must never marry someone your parents warn you about.

Wu Yanhua’s judgment was sharp—she had arranged marriages for her three elder sons, and all their wives turned out fine.

The original Su He, whom she disliked, indeed wasn’t good.

But the current Su He, who had crossed over, was good, and Wu Yanhua approved of her.

Now, regret was too late. Fu Yanju felt if she didn’t escape soon, she might really be killed someday.

But before dying, she just wanted to see her parents one last time.

Miraculously, she’d run into Su He.

"Don't be afraid, sister. No matter how powerful they are, they can't control everything." Su He held Fu Yanju's hand, preventing her from leaving.

In her condition, where else could she go?

"Come back to the Fu family with me. I’ll take you to see Mom and Dad. Ting Hua is also returning to the village today. We’ll make sure you get justice." Su He comforted her softly.

"But they’re about to come looking for me. You’re alone, and I’m afraid they’ll take advantage of you.

Besides, they’ve got people in the police. Even if we call them, it might not even help."

Fu Yanju was terrified, her whole body shaking as she spoke.

Just then, more customers started showing up at Su He’s stall to buy fried dough.

Su He had to pull Fu Yanju onto a low stool behind her and handed her a piece of fried dough, saying, "Want some, sis? It’s a bit greasy, though."

"Yes." Fu Yanju snatched the fried dough and began wolfing it down.

Su He frowned, seeing how bad she looked.

After serving the customers in front, Aunt Niu, who had been busy weighing goods for others, finally noticed the extra person by Su He’s side.

Their earlier conversation had been too quiet, and with the noise of the street, Aunt Niu hadn’t heard a word.

Just as she was about to ask something, she suddenly saw several men marching angrily toward Su He’s stall.