Chapter 34: Was raped by her husband?

The lady squatted down beside her, put the umbrella on her head first, and then whispered softly:
"Girl, it's raining so hard, why are you sitting here alone?"
"I……"
As soon as he spoke, he choked on the rain.
"Well, let's get in the car first!"
Seeing that Zhao Donghan was still sitting on the spot, she said again:
"Don't be afraid, I'm not a bad person. I just came to ask if you were sitting in the rain alone after passing through here. If you are not at ease, I can also call home for you and let them pick you up."
"Excuse me, can you help me?"
Zhao Donghan smiled bitterly. She didn't believe the other party, and she didn't have the strength to get up by herself.
Today's situation is very bad. It's hard to meet a kind person who is willing to help her. Could she be worse?
The lady didn't dislike the muddy water on Zhao Donghan's body, she stretched out her hands without hesitation to pull her up, opened the car door, and helped her get into the car.
There was no one else in the car. After getting in the car, the lady handed her a towel and said:
"Dry your hair quickly and don't catch a cold. My surname is Feng, you can call me Aunt Feng. Where is your home, I will take you back first!"
Zhao Donghan took the towel and reported the address.
Through the dim lights of the car, she saw that the wound on her leg had been washed white by the rain. Regardless of wiping the hair, first wrapped the wound on the leg with a towel.
I took the phone out of my trouser pocket, and it was already flooded and couldn't be turned on.
Aunt Feng thought for a while and said: "Your home is far away from here. You are in the rain now. You need to change your clothes immediately, or you will catch a cold. My house is right in front of me. If you can trust me, take a shower at my house and rest Now, I will find you a clean dress to put on, and then I will send you back, okay?"
Zhao Donghan looked down at his embarrassment, and nodded: "Then trouble Aunt Feng."
"No trouble, I live alone, it's rare to have a guest."
A few minutes later, the BMW drove into a villa.
Aunt Feng ordered the servant to prepare bath water for Zhao Donghan, and then went to the bedroom to help her find clothes.
It has caused trouble to other people’s cars just now, so how can we soil the carpet again?
The carpets in this villa were very expensive, so Zhao Donghan stood at the door and didn't move.
The decoration in the hall is gorgeous and elegant, with a huge oil painting hanging on the wall directly opposite. The oil painting shows a woman in a white dress, holding the hand of a boy about five or six years old, two people running on the grass.
The woman tilted her head slightly and looked at the little boy kindly.
The little boy's left hand was held by the woman, and his right hand was holding a bunch of red candied haws, which he was sending to his mouth.
The whole picture is warm and soft, lifelike.
Zhao Donghan stared at this painting for a long time, but he was a little touched.
Although she doesn’t know how to paint, because Zhao Xia Nuan likes painting, she knows a little bit. She can see that the lines of this oil painting are natural and smooth, the colors are well-contrasted, and the brushstrokes are very delicate. Master.
"This painting is the work of a friend of mine. What do you think?"
Aunt Feng came down from the second floor with some clothes on her arms.
"The painting is very good. It must be a person with a sunny heart to draw such a heart-warming painting."
Zhao Donghan retracted his gaze and praised from the bottom of his heart.
"This really makes you right! My friend is not only full of sunshine in his heart, but also looks like the sun. He is a person with his own light. No matter where he goes, he is the focus of attention!"
Coming to her, Aunt Feng handed her the clothes in her hand:
"Come on, put on these clothes first. I live alone, so I only have my clothes at home. These are all bought in the past, and I haven't worn them yet! Maybe you will look a little old-fashioned when you wear them. ."
"Thank you."
"Stop standing, come in!"
"Are there any slippers? I am worried that the carpet will be soiled."
"It's okay, come in!"
After that, Aunt Feng forced her in.
Probably because the light in the car was dim just now, Aunt Feng did not pay attention. At this moment, through the bright lights in the hall, she discovered that Zhao Donghan’s clothes were torn, not only had injuries on his legs, but also covered a piece of neck and arms. A piece of bruise.
"Oh, girl, what's the matter with your injuries? Did you meet a robber? Do you want me to call the police for you?"
Looking at her up and down, Aunt Feng screamed again and again.
"No, I didn't meet a robber."
Zhao Donghan shook his head lightly, rejecting her kindness.
She would rather have encountered a robber, Mu Yichen was much more terrifying than a robber.
"Then... you were abused by your husband?"
Aunt Feng tried to guess.
In order to prevent Aunt Feng from continuing to question, Zhao Donghan did not say a word this time, indicating that he had acquiesced.
If she is not relatives, Feng Auntie helps her and cares about her, Zhao Donghan doesn't want to lie to others. However, the matter between her and Mu Yichen was not clearly explained in a few sentences, and it was not easy to explain.
Suppose she frankly said that she went to find a man desperately, and was ravaged by him.
Aunt Feng would definitely ask, why are you looking for that man desperately? She would definitely say that because that man bullied her sister.
Aunt Feng would definitely ask again, why did he bully your sister? She replied, in revenge for her calculations.
After that, Aunt Feng will ask again, how did you calculate him? She replied, I gave him medicine and locked him with a top brand cowboy, preparing to take photos of them in bed.
If she explained everything clearly, would Aunt Feng feel that she deserves this vicious woman and drive her out of the house?
After making such assumptions in his mind, Zhao Donghan finally decided to let Aunt Feng misunderstand that she was domestically abused.
"Poor child, he was abused like this by his husband! If he doesn't kneel down and apologize to you, he can't easily forgive him. If he treats you like this next time, don't be relentless and divorce him directly!"
Aunt Feng said indignantly.
At this time, the servant had prepared the bath water, and Aunt Feng brought her some trauma ointment.
Zhao Donghan took a hot bath before he felt warm. After applying medicine to the cut on her leg, she changed into the clothes Aunt Feng gave her.
In addition to underwear, Aunt Feng also brought her a sweater with black and white diagonal stripes, a pair of big red overalls, and a gray double-breasted woolen coat, which looked like brand-name clothing.
When Zhao Donghan came out of the bathroom, Aunt Feng looked at her from head to toe and said:
"The length of the trousers is good, but your shoulders are narrower than mine, and your clothes look a little bigger."
Zhao Donghan smiled apologetically:
"This is already very good. You really helped me a lot today. I came out in a hurry and didn't have any money with me. I bought these clothes and I will definitely send you the money tomorrow."
Listening to her saying this, Aunt Feng deliberately scowled:
"These clothes are not worth a lot of money. I help you because I think we can meet them because of fate. If you give me money, you just look down on me, then you can return the clothes to me now. I will not help you. That's it!"