"I'm talking to you," said An Jinwei.

  Ning Shu used one hand to cover the child's ear and press the child against her chest. And then…


  "Smack." Ning Shu used her other greasy hand to deliver a huge slap right to An Jinwei’s face. An Jinwei's head was whipped to the side and his glasses flew off.

  An Jinwei seemed to have been knocked stupid and he didn’t react for a long time.

  Ning Shu looked down at her hand in disbelief. She apologized in tears, "My dear, I'm sorry. I couldn’t control myself. Does your face hurt?"

  "No, why did this happen? I blanked out just before I hit you. Please forgive me." Ning Shu squeezed out a few tears.

  An Jinwei turned his head, trembling with anger. "Chen Ning, did you do that on purpose?"

  "No, I didn't mean to." Ning Shu repeatedly shook her head. She blinked desperately, managing to produce some more tears. She grabbed the corner of An Jinwei's clothes. "You must forgive me. I didn't mean it, you have to believe me."

  "Please, if you don't believe me… I’m so sad." Ning Shu stretched out her foot and knocked over the bedside table lamp. Shattered glass and plastic instantly covered the floor.

  When she kicked the lamp, Ning Shu tried her best to cover the child's ears. The other side of the child's head was pressed to her stomach, so the child wasn’t frightened.

  An Jinwei stared at Ning Shu, dumbstruck. He looked at the mess. "You’re a total lunatic."

  "Sorry, Jinwei, my heart is just so uncomfortable. Don't be like this to me. I can't control myself. I'm so sad, I can’t take it…" Ning Shu wailed.

  An Jinwei's face trembled. The half of his face that was slapped by Ning Shu was bright red. He glared at Ning Shu with hatred before leaving, slamming the door as he went.

  Ning Shu wiped the tears off her face and hummed a song for the child.

  With a "bang," the bedroom door burst open. An Jinwei's mother rushed angrily into the room. She pointed at Ning Shu and cursed, "You wretch! How dare you hit your husband!?"

  Ning Shu covered the child's ears again. With a grieved expression she said, "Mother-in-law, I didn't mean to. Sometimes I can't control my actions. I really am sick."

  "You…" An Jinwei’s mother pointed at Ning Shu. Then she saw the remnants of the smashed lamp. "That was an expensive lamp and it’s only been used for a short time! You wasteful wretch, first it was a plate and now it’s a lamp. Are you going to demolish this whole house?"

  Ning Shu shook her head repeatedly. "I won’t. After all, I can't move the sofa."

  "Mother-in-law, can you take me to the hospital? I think I am very ill. I might accidentally kill all of you without noticing it. You know, I can't control myself." Ning Shu held her baby and took two steps towards An Jinwei's mother.

  An Jinwei's mother immediately backed away. She said in a trembling voice, "Stop scaring people. I’m telling you, stop messing ar…"

  Ning Shu took another two steps forward. An Jinwei’s mother took immediately two steps back. Ning Shu said, aggrieved, "Mother-in-law, I would never lie. I feel so tired and the world seems colorless. Your face is so ugly, twisted, and fierce, just like a malicious old hag."

  "You… Are you trashtalking me?" An Jinwei's mother was furious.

  "You don’t believe me?" Ning Shu immediately raised her eyebrows. With a very irascible look, she said, "You were always an old witch."

  "I'm telling the truth, so why won’t you believe me?" Step by step, Ning Shu approached An Jinwei's mother.