I Did Not Kill My Husband Read online

  Copyright © 2014 by Liu Zhenyun

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  Chapter One

  Prologue: Way Back When

  1

  Li Xuelian first met Wang Gongdao—Justice Wang—when he was only twenty-six, a thin youngster of pale face and body, light-skinned with big eyes. Normally, people with big eyes have bushy brows, but not him. His sparse brows were so thin they nearly ceased to exist. She felt like laughing the moment she laid eyes on him, but you don’t laugh at someone you’ve come to for help. Besides, it hadn’t been easy, getting to see him, that is. His neighbor said he was home, but she knocked and knocked until her hand was sore and still nothing stirred inside. She’d come with half a sack of sesame seeds on her back and an old hen in one hand. Now her hand ached and the hen, hurting from being held by the wings, cackled loudly; eventually, it was the hen that got the door opened. Wang answered in his underwear, a judge’s rope draped over his shoulders, which gave her a peek at his paleness, along with the newlywed “Double Happiness” paper cutting pasted on the wall. It was past 10:30, and now she knew why it had taken him so long to open the door. But she’d come at night precisely because she’d expected to catch him at home, and because she had no intention of traveling more than thirty li for nothing.

  “Who are you looking for?” Wang asked with a yawn.

  “Wang Gongdao.”

  “And who are you?”

  “Is Big Face Ma from Ma Family Village your maternal uncle?”

  He scratched his head and thought a moment before nodding.

  “His wife is from Cui Family Shop, you’re aware of that, aren’t you?”

  He nodded again.

  “And Big Face Ma’s wife’s younger sister is married to someone in Hu Family Bend, you know that, too, don’t you?”

  He scratched his head again, but shook it this time.

  “Well, a cousin of mine, my aunt’s daughter, is married to a nephew of one of Big Face Ma’s wife’s sisters in-laws.”

  “What do you want anyway?” Wang asked, this time with a frown.

  “I want a divorce,” Li Xuelian said.

  Wang invited her in and had her sit in the living room of the newlyweds’ house, partly so she’d put down the sack of sesame seeds, but especially to calm the cackling hen—though, in truth, it was neither for the sake of the sesame seeds nor the hen, but a chance to get rid of her as soon as possible. A woman stuck her head out from the bedroom, and quickly disappeared.

  “Why a divorce?” Wang asked. “Trouble with your husband?”

  “It’s worse than that.”

  “A third party?”

  “Worse than that.”

  “This isn’t about murder, is it?”

  “No, but I will go home and kill him if you don’t do something.”

  That got Wang’s attention. He got up to pour tea.

  “You can’t kill him, since you won’t be able to get a divorce if he’s dead,” he said, the teapot suspended in midair. “By the way, what’s your name?”

  “Li Xuelian.”

  “And your husband?”

  “Qin Yuhe.”

  “What does he do?”

  “He drives a truck for the county fertilizer plant.”

  “How long have you been married?”

  “Eight years.”

  “Did you bring the marriage certificate?”

  “I have the divorce paper,” she said, unbuttoning her coat to retrieve it from the pocket of her blouse.

  “You’re already divorced?” Wang was flabbergasted. “One divorce is all you get.”

  “This one’s a fake.”

  He took the wrinkled divorce decree from her and examined it, front and back.

  “It’s not a fake. Your name is on it and so is Qin Yuhe’s.”

  “The paper isn’t a fake, but the divorce was.”

  Flicking his finger against the paper, Wang said:

  “That doesn’t matter. With this paper, it’s considered a legal divorce.”

  “That’s the problem.”

  Wang scratched his head thoughtfully.

  “So what exactly do you want?”

  “I want to file a lawsuit to prove that this divorce was a sham, and then I’ll marry that son of a bitch, Qin Yuhe, so I can really divorce him.”

  By now utterly confused, Wang could only continue scratching his head.

  “If all you want is a divorce from this Qin fellow, why go to all this trouble? Isn’t that pointless?”

  “That’s what everyone says, but not me.”

  2

  Li Xuelian had not wanted to go through all that trouble, since she was already divorced, and the most she’d get for her trouble would be a second divorce. The original plan had been to make a clean break by killing Qin Yuhe and letting that be the end of it. But he was over six feet tall, with bulging arms and powerful hips, which meant she might well fail in her attempt. She’d actually married him precisely for those bulging arms and powerful hips, in other words, a strong man, but those positive attributes turned negative when it came to murder. To kill him, she’d need help. Her younger brother was the first person who came to mind. Li Yingyong was also over six feet tall, and also had bulging arms and powerful hips. He drove a converted tractor, buying and selling grain and trading cotton and pesticides in the surrounding area. So she made the trip home. They were at lunch when she arrived; he, his wife, and their two-year-old son were sprawled across the dining table, slurping noodles in bean sauce.

  “Come outside, Yingyong. I need to talk to you.” She was leaning against the doorframe.

  He looked up from his bowl.

  “Oh, it’s you, Sis,” he said. “We can talk in here.”

  “It’s for your ears only,” Xuelian said with a shake of her head.

  With a glance at his wife and son, Yingyong laid down his bowl, got up, and walked with his sister to the hill behind the village. It was mid-spring and the river ice had melted, sending water surging downstream.

  “Tell me, Yingyong, what kind of sister have I been?”

  “Pretty good,” he said, scratching his head. “You lent me twenty thousand yuan to get married.”

  “I want you to do something for me.”

  “Sure, Sis.”

  “Help me kill Qin Yuhe.”

  Yingyong froze. He’d known about the “divorce” fiasco between his sister and brother-in-law, but how had it come to this? He scratched his head again.

  “I’d be glad to help you slaughter a pig, Sis, but I’ve never killed a man.”

  “Nobody goes around killing men, not unless the situation requires it.”

  “The killing’s easy, but I�
��d have to take a bullet for murder,” he said.

  “You don’t have to do the actual killing. Just hold him down for me so I can stab him to death. I’ll be the one getting the bullet. You’ll be fine.”

  “If I held him down for you, I’d still have to go to prison.”

  “Am I your sister or aren’t I?” she said, angered by his waffling. “Don’t you care that he’s tormenting your own sister? If you won’t help me, I’ll forget about killing him, and go home and hang myself.”

  “All right, Sis,” he blurted out, frightened by what she said. “I’ll help you. When do you want to do it?”

  “You can’t put off something like this. How about tomorrow?”

  He nodded. “All right, tomorrow. Since we’re going to kill him, the sooner the better.”

  But when Xuelian returned the next day, Yingyong’s wife told her that her accomplice-to-be had left in his tractor the night before, off to Shandong to buy cotton. Hadn’t they agreed to kill Qin Yuhe? Then what was he doing, off buying cotton? And hadn’t he always bought it locally? Why go all the way to Shandong? Obviously, he was avoiding her. Xuelian sighed. Now she knew that her brother was neither a hero (ying) nor brave (yong). She also realized that the saying “It takes a blood brother to kill a tiger, and you go into battle with your own soldiers” had it all wrong.

  Old Hu, the town’s butcher, was her next candidate for an accomplice. He lived in a town called Round the Bend. A man with a ruddy face, Hu butchered pigs around three or four in the morning, in order to cart the meat to the marketplace before sunup. The pork was piled on the counter and hung from hooks; pig heads and guts filled the basket under the counter. She’d bought pork from him in the past. He’d slice off a piece and dump it into her basket, or toss her a handful of guts he’d plucked out of the basket. But the guts hadn’t come without strings, for he’d called her “Babe” with a leering glint in his eyes. On occasion he’d even walked out from behind the counter to feel around, but she’d always cursed him into backing off.

  “Old Hu,” she said as she walked up to his counter. “Let’s go someplace quiet. I need to talk to you.”

  After giving her puzzling invitation some thought, he laid down his cleaver and followed her to an abandoned mill behind the market.

  “How would you rate our relationship, Old Hu?”

  “Not bad, Babe.” His eyes lit up. “I never gave you less meat than you paid for, did I?”

  “Then I want you to do something for me,” she said.

  “What’s that?”

  Having learned a lesson from her brother, she avoided mention of murder.

  “I’m going to bring Qin Yuhe over here so you can hold him down while I slap him around a little.”

  Hu had heard what was going on between Li Xuelian and Qin Yuhe, and since holding one person down so someone else could slap him around didn’t present a problem, he agreed unhesitatingly.

  “I’ve heard what happened. That Qin Yuhe is a bastard.” Then he added, “For you I’d do more than hold him down. I’d even beat him up myself. What I need to know is, what’s in it for me?”

  “You help me out and then you and I can do you-know-what.”

  Overjoyed, he put his arms around Xuelian and began to paw her.

  “If you let me do that, Babe, I’d kill him if I had to.”

  “No talk of killing.” She shoved him away.

  “All right, we’ll stop at a beating.” He sidled up to her again. “Let’s take care of our business first, then we’ll beat him up.”

  She shoved him away. “No. We beat him up first.” She got up to leave. “Or no deal.”

  He hurried after her.

  “No sweat, Babe. We’ll do it your way. First we beat him up, then we do it.” He added:

  “But no backing out.”

  “I’m a woman of my word.” She stopped.

  “So when do we do it?” He thumped his chest happily. “With something like this, the sooner the better.”

  “How about tomorrow? I’ll go over today and bring him out.”

  So she went into the city that afternoon, planning to lure Qin Yuhe away from the Xiguan Chemical Fertilizer Plant. With a two-month-old baby girl in her arms, she hoped to trick Qin into going with her to the civic affairs office to discuss child support. A dozen or more smokestacks towered over the plant, noisily spewing white smoke into the air. She made the rounds inside, but was told that Qin was delivering a truckload of fertilizer to Heilongjiang and wouldn’t be back for at least ten days. He was avoiding her, just like her brother. She’d have to travel through four or five provinces to reach Heilongjiang if she wanted to find him. Besides, he’d be in his truck and on the go the whole time. Obviously, killing someone was easier than finding him. He’d managed to buy himself a couple more weeks of life. Choked with resentment, she left the plant. Her bladder felt like it would burst, and she spotted a pay toilet by the entrance. The middle-aged woman in charge had a hen’s-nest of permed hair. Xuelian handed over twenty fen and left her daughter with the attendant as she went in to relieve herself and open up space for the anger surging inside. The baby was bawling when she came out, so she gave the girl a savage slap.

  “It’s all your fault, you little witch!”

  The child was the root of the entanglement. She and Qin Yuhe were parents of a son born in the second year of their marriage; he was now seven. Then, in the spring she’d discovered that she was pregnant again, an obvious miscalculation. She should have made him wear a condom; instead, he’d had all the fun, and she’d wound up pregnant. A second child was against the law. If he’d been a peasant, they could have had the baby after paying a few thousand yuan in fines. But as a fertilizer plant employee, in addition to the fines, he’d lose his job and the pension he’d spent twelve years working toward. So they’d gone to the county hospital. Only in her second month, she hadn’t felt a thing yet, but all of a sudden, there was movement in her belly after she took off her pants, climbed onto the operating table, and spread her legs. Abruptly snapping her legs shut, she jumped off the table and put her pants back on. The doctor thought she was going to the bathroom, but she walked straight out of the hospital, trailed by Qin Yuhe.

  “Where are you going? They give you a shot. It doesn’t hurt a bit.”

  “Let’s go home and talk,” she said. “Too many people around here.”

  They didn’t speak while the bus traveled the forty li to reach their village. As soon as they were home she went into the cow pen, where a cow had just calved a few days before. The calf was suckling at the teat of the cow, which mooed hungrily; Xuelian brought out some hay. Yuhe followed her into the pen.

  “What in the world were you thinking?”

  “The baby was kicking. I have to keep it.”

  “We can’t. I’ll be fired if we have another child.”

  “Let’s think of a way to keep the baby and your job,” she said.

  “That way doesn’t exist.”

  “Let’s get a divorce.” She stood up.

  “What’s that supposed to mean?” That came as a shock.

  “That’s what a fellow in town, Zhao Huoche, did. Once we’re divorced, we’re each on our own. I’ll have the baby, and it’ll be mine, not yours. You can keep our son. That way we’ll each have one child, what the law allows.”

  Still somewhat confused, Qin scratched his head, but he was beginning to catch on.

  “That’s not a bad idea, but we can’t get a divorce just because you want another child.”

  “We’ll do what Zhao did. Once the baby’s entered into the household registry, we’ll get remarried. The second child will have been born after the divorce, so we’ll each have a child when we marry again. No law says couples with one child each can’t marry. We’ll just have to make sure not to have another one after that.”

  Yuhe scratched his head again, but this time to show how impressed he was by the fellow she’d mentioned.

  “Zhao Huoche has a twisted mi
nd. How did he come up with that idea? What does he do anyway?”

  “He’s a veterinarian,” Xuelian said.

  “He shouldn’t be a veterinarian. He should go to Beijing and take charge of national family planning. He’d close all the loopholes.” He stopped and studied her. “You’re not only carrying a baby, but a bag of tricks to boot. I’ve underestimated you.”

  So they went into town and got divorced, after which they stayed clear of one another to avoid speculation. But months passed, and when she had the baby, Xuelian learned that Qin had married Xiaomi, the owner of a hair salon in town. And Xiaomi was already pregnant. Li Xuelian’s sham divorce had turned real. She had followed in Zhao Huoche’s footsteps, but bewilderingly reached a different destination. So she went to see Qin Yuhe, arguing that the divorce was a sham; he was adamant that it was real, and showed her the decree to prove his point. By losing the argument, she realized that she had underestimated him. The divorce was easier to accept than the defeat; worse yet, she had no complaint, since it had been her idea in the first place. Not much you can say when someone deceives you, but she’d dug her own grave this time, and was humiliated. It was so maddening she decided then and there to kill him. But now he was off in Heilongjiang, too far for her to carry out her plan, so she vented her anger on her two-month-old daughter. One slap was all it took to silence the crying baby, but that slap infuriated the toilet attendant.

  “What do you think you’re doing?” she demanded with a stomp of her foot. “What have I ever done to you?”

  “What do you mean?” a baffled Xuelian asked.

  “Go somewhere else if you want to punish your child. You could kill a baby that way. If you did, you might get off because you’re her mother, but no one would want to use this toilet if they knew someone had died here.”

  Grasping the woman’s logic, Xuelian took the baby and crouched down on the steps in front of the toilet.

  “Fuck you, Qin Yuhe. How am I supposed to go on living after what you did?”

  The baby caught her breath and began to cry along with her mother. The profane outburst revealed to the toilet attendant that the crying woman was Qin Yuhe’s ex-wife. News of their divorce had spread throughout the factory and even reached the public toilet at the entrance.