[Quick Wear] Daily Cleansing of Trash

Chapter 489 Skills cannot be selected 2

After accepting the memory, Chen Weiwei rubbed her brows, feeling that the original body's ending was entirely her own fault.

She twisted her neck, wondering what to do next.

Tonight, Chen Dalong will commit domestic violence again. Yue Ying can't bear it anymore and resists, but is pushed out of the window by Chen Dalong.

In the original plot, Yue Ying gave up and left after the original body's crying and begging, and eventually lost his precious life.

However, Chen Weiwei now naturally would not stop Yue Ying from escaping the fire pit.

Thinking of her current age, Chen Weiwei couldn't help but smile.

Eight years old is such a great age to be lawless!

Wonderful～～～～～～Wow!

The team leader placed the homework book on Chen Weiwei's desk. Seeing her smile, he couldn't help but shudder: "Chen Weiwei, you smile like a snake!"

Chen Weiwei: The smile disappeared.

What is a scoundrel?

It seems that she needs to brush up on her knowledge in this area.

The main classes are in the morning, and the afternoons are for secondary classes such as art, music, and physical education.

Six classes a day, so easy!

After finishing a day's classes, Chen Weiwei walked home leisurely with her schoolbag on her back.

There was no one at home. Chen Dalong had gone somewhere to drink, and Yue Ying had not yet finished get off work.

Chen Weiwei went back to her room to do her homework. With a few "swishes", her elegant and handsome handwriting appeared on the paper.

She was silent for a moment, then resigned herself to erasing it and rewriting it stroke by stroke, imitating the original handwriting.

Unexpectedly, the first problem I encountered after coming to this world was how to write ugly words.

After finishing her homework, Chen Weiwei, who had nothing to do, wandered around the house and finally lay down on the bed and took a nap.

The elementary school student had no mobile phone or computer, and the only TV at home was smashed by Chen Dalong. He was really bored.

At around five o'clock, the sound of a door opening was heard outside. It was Yue Ying who came back.

"Weiwei, I bought you some fried pork tenderloin. Would you like to try some?"

Yue Ying opened the door and came in. She was startled to see Chen Weiwei lying on the bed. She hurriedly sat down beside the bed and touched her forehead. "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

Chen Weiwei's nose twitched and she quickly sat up: "Mom, I'm fine, just a little sleepy." As she spoke, she turned her gaze to the fried pork tenderloin.

"Go wash your hands and eat something first," Yue Ying smiled and pinched Chen Weiwei's face, "I'll go cook."

In the kitchen, Yue Ying was busy preparing dinner. Chen Weiwei leaned against the kitchen door, holding a bag in one hand and a bamboo stick in the other, stuffing pork tenderloin into her mouth and feeding Yue Ying from time to time.

Looking at Yue Ying washing vegetables diligently, Chen Weiwei swallowed the food in her mouth and said softly, "Mom, divorce him!"

Yue Ying paused while washing vegetables, turned to look at Chen Weiwei with a look of surprise on her face.

In fact, Yue Ying had tentatively mentioned divorce to the original body before, but the original body showed resistance every time.

Considering the child's psychology, Yue Ying gradually stopped talking about it.

She didn't expect that Chen Weiwei would take the initiative to bring it up today and ask her to divorce.

"Weiwei..." Yue Ying trembled.

Chen Weiwei sighed and said seriously, "Chen Dalong is not a good person. You are still young, don't let him drag you down. As for me, you don't want me anymore. You have sacrificed too much to protect me over the years. It's time to think about yourself..."

Before she could finish her words, Chen Weiwei was hugged tightly by Yue Ying.

This woman, scarred by the bondage of marriage and parent-child relationships, burst into tears at her daughter's considerate words.

Chen Weiwei patted Yue Ying on the back and said, "Mom, I'm sorry. I was too selfish before and didn't consider you. Now, I just hope you can divorce him and live a peaceful life. Only when you are happy can I be happy."

"Vivi..."

Yue Ying looked at Chen Weiwei's tender face, her heart ached like a needle, and she cried breathlessly.

In the evening, Chen Dalong came back drunk as expected.

As soon as he entered the door, he threw the wine bottle to the ground with a "bang", cursing: "Today is really unlucky, damn Liu Laizi, he won all my money, fucking %&@..."

The dirty words are unbearable.

Yue Ying had just finished washing clothes and came out of the bathroom with a basin, and was about to go to the balcony to hang them up.

Seeing Yue Ying's red eyes, Chen Dalong suddenly became furious and walked towards Yue Ying aggressively: "It's all your fault, you stinky bitch. You have a sullen face all day long and scared away all my good fortune. I will beat you to death..."

As he spoke, Chen Dalong raised his hand and slapped Yue Ying in the face.

Yue Ying was startled and could not dodge in time, so he could only shrink his body and use his back to meet the attack.

"Oh!"

"what!"

Chen Weiwei rushed towards Chen Dalong like a small cannonball, knocking him to the ground along with the tables and chairs. Then she picked up the clothesline and poked Chen Dalong's acupuncture points.

"Poke, poke, poke you to death, you bastard!"

“Ouch… Ouch… Stop it…”

Chen Dalong wanted to fight back, but after being poked by Chen Weiwei a few times, his whole body was sore that it was difficult for him to even raise his hand. He could only wriggle around on the ground like an earthworm, trying to avoid the clothesline that was following him like a shadow.

Yue Ying was stunned by this scene. She wanted to go over and help, but she didn't know where to start and could only stand by and worry.

After all, this body is still young, and even if it takes health-enhancing pills, the effect will not be as good as that of an adult.

Chen Weiwei was tired of poking and finally stopped, throwing the broken clothesline at Chen Dalong's head.

"Boom!"

"Ouch!"

The clothesline hit Chen Dalong's forehead, causing a bump.

Yue Ying quickly hugged Chen Weiwei and stayed away from Chen Dalong, fearing that he would suddenly attack her.

Chen Dalong was so painful all over by Chen Weiwei that he lay on his back like a dead fish, gasping for air. He struggled for a long time but couldn't get up.

Chen Weiwei pulled Yue Ying's clothes and signaled Yue Ying with her eyes to hurry up.

Yue Ying bit her lip, walked to Chen Dalong, and mustered up the courage to say to him: "Chen Dalong, I want to divorce you!"

Although Chen Dalong was in excruciating pain, his eyes widened instantly when he heard this, and he looked at Yue Ying fiercely: "You...you are dreaming...unless I die!"

Upon hearing this, Chen Weiwei turned and went into the kitchen, took out a kitchen knife, and put it on Chen Dalong's neck: "Be honest and get a divorce, or I'll kill you!"

Chen Dalong snorted coldly, without any fear in his heart. Instead, he showed a mocking expression: "You little bastard, you dare to attack me?"

Chen Dalong absolutely didn't believe that the eight-year-old girl, who had never even killed a chicken, would dare to kill anyone.

Chen Weiwei leaned over and gave Chen Dalong a nervous smile: "Do you know how old I am this year?"

I don’t know why, but when looking into Chen Weiwei’s eyes, Chen Dalong felt inexplicably afraid.

He swallowed unconsciously: "How...how old..."

Chen Weiwei lowered her voice. "I'm eight years old. According to our country's criminal law, eight-year-olds are completely exempt from criminal responsibility. Do you know what that means?"

Chen Dalong stammered, "Wha...what?"

Chen Weiwei used a kitchen knife to cut a wound on Chen Dalong's face. She stared at Chen Dalong with her big dark eyes and grinned: "Does this mean that even if I killed you on purpose, I won't be held criminally responsible? Hehe~"