We have the video of domestic violence, and Qin Li's diary can also be considered a clue. Can't we just hand these over to the police and let them investigate directly
"We can't open a case based on Qin Li's diary. Her ambiguous and unclear words can't be used as evidence at all."
If it were really that simple, the case would not have been closed this way when Qin Li died of gas poisoning.
What to do then
We can't keep wasting time like this, can we
Although it is quite refreshing, it is also tiring.
"wait."
Some people become more courageous as they face more setbacks.
Especially those who are very proud and confident in their bones.
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The next day, due to health reasons, Wen Congyuan did not go to work and stayed at home to recuperate.
Su Qiao got up early in the morning to clean up.
Host, do you still need to put on this makeup
"Of course, my injury won't heal in a day or two, and didn't I incur a new injury last night?"
…The injuries are all on that man Wen Congyuan, right
Moreover, it was the kind of injury that was only painful but did not leave any obvious marks.
After packing up, without even having breakfast, Su Qiao changed into a cool summer outfit and prepared to go out with her bag on her back.
Wen Congyuan's eyes swept over her and his face suddenly darkened.
The shorts were so short that the entire thigh was exposed. The chiffon floral top with a V-neck design also made him feel extremely dazzling.
"Where are you going?"
Su Qiao rolled her eyes at him: "It's none of your business."
When she reached the door, she seemed to remember something, turned back, and stretched out her hand: "Give me your wallet."
Wen Congyuan's mouth twitched, but finally he took out his wallet with a gloomy face.
Su Qiao snatched it away, pulled out four or five hundred-dollar bills, and threw the bag back to him, somewhat unhappy: "Is that all? Not even enough for me to buy a bottle of protective clothing."
Seeing that Su Qiao was about to get angry, the old lady who was drying clothes on the balcony quickly came over and took out her small wallet, and took out four or five hundred yuan from it and gave it to her: "I still have more."
"Hmph, that's more like it."
Su Qiao didn't hesitate to take the money, hummed a song, turned around and walked out.
Wen Congyuan stared at the brown wooden door that slammed shut, his eyes terribly gloomy.
She slammed the wallet in her hand onto the coffee table: "Bitch, you are wearing such revealing clothes, you must be meeting a wild man again!"
The old lady sighed, rubbed her temples and sat down on the sofa.
"Xiao Yuan, don't worry about what she's doing. If she continues to go crazy like this, we won't be able to handle it!"
"And look at her, she went out injured, and people outside don't know what they will say about us."
"Some people in the community have started to point fingers behind my back these past two days. If this continues, these things will be exposed sooner or later."
Wen Congyuan snorted coldly: "She is injured, but I am not injured?"
At worst he could just go out for a walk and people would say that they had a quarrel.
"Xiaoyuan, please divorce her! She is really crazy, and you don't know what she will do to you in the future."
He had been beaten twice in a row, and all the places on his body covered by his clothes were covered with red spots of varying sizes.
Given the situation at home, it is not easy for them to go to the hospital. Their son is too proud to go to the hospital, so they can only apply some medicine and endure the situation.
I don't even feel like going to class.
Wen Congyuan clenched his fists and gritted his teeth: "I won't accept this!"
"I have given so much to her, spent so much time and energy on her, and even taken good care of her family. How dare she do this to me? I will make her pay the price!"