Chapter 31 Punishment

Fu Quezhou's hand was gripping his chin tightly like a pair of pliers. Because of the excessive force, the sunken part of his cheek had begun to turn blue. The pain forced Su Yumian to raise his head.

The strong smell of alcohol hit him in the face, and the stimulating liquor poured down his throat, burning every inch of his throat.

“Ugh…! Ahem…”

The strong liquor stimulated him to cough violently, and the liquor sprayed out of his nostrils. He struggled hard and barely broke free from Fu Quezhou's grip.

The bottle fell on the bed and the liquid flowed out of the bottle onto the sheets.

"Ahem! No, no more... I was wrong, wuwuwu, I was really wrong."

He knelt on the edge of the bed, supporting his upper body with his hands. At this time, dizziness gradually came over him. If he didn't do this, he would not be able to stabilize his body.

Fu Quezhou looked at Su Yumian with a cold and expressionless face as he cried, "You are not wrong, I am the one who is wrong. It is because I have been too good to you that I let you lie to me again and again."

"No, it's not like that, wuwu, I really know I was wrong..."

Fu Quezhou turned a deaf ear to Su Yumian's crying, bent down slightly, picked up the bottle of wine and shook it. There was still half a bottle left.

Then, he grabbed Su Yumian's hand and stuffed the bottle back into his hand, his tone so cold it was suffocating, "You like to drink, don't you? This wine is much better than those inferior ones. Drink it all."

Staring at the bottle of wine in her hand, Su Yumian cried even louder, "Quezhou, don't do this. I will die after drinking this wine."

If he drinks a bottle of liquor at once, he will definitely die of stomach perforation.

However, Fu Quezhou glared at him coldly with an expression that said, "There's no room for negotiation. If you don't drink, you know the consequences."

At this point, he can't help but drink.

Su Yumian had no choice but to sob while trembling as he raised the bottle and took several sips from the bottle.

He had just been forced to drink too much by Fu Quezhou and had bitten his cheek while struggling. Now, stimulated by the strong liquor, he trembled with pain all over his body. It felt like a red-hot knife was slashing from his mouth all the way to his stomach, burning every inch of his mucous membrane.

After taking a few gulps, he couldn't stand the pain from inside out any more. He dropped the bottle and crawled to Fu Quezhou's side. He grabbed the hem of his bathrobe tightly with both hands and cried, "Quezhou, I really can't drink anymore. Wuuuuu... Didn't you say you would love me a little more? I beg you..."

Fu Quezhou, who originally had a cold face and an expression of unforgivability, saw a large wet area on Su Yumian's chest and the soaked bathrobe, which made the twisted desire for control in his heart even more inflated.

He bent down slightly, grabbed Su Yumian's hair, and forced him to look up at him. "Yes, I did say that I would love you a little more and let you go a little, but you can't go unpunished if you make a mistake, right?"

Su Yumian was startled and her body was shaking. Doesn’t what just happened count?

How else does he want to punish himself?

Seeing his terrified expression, Fu Quezhou forced out a wicked smile and pulled him up from the ground, "Go upstairs and wait."

Su Yumian was both confused and afraid, but in order not to anger Fu Quezhou, he could only go to bed and wait obediently.

Fu Quezhou turned around and went out to the cloakroom, where he took out a small cardboard box from the top shelf.

Carrying the small cardboard box back to the bedroom, Fu Quezhou took out a few things from the small cardboard box. His cold eyes swept across Su Yumian's pale face, and he smiled sinisterly: "Mianmian, be good, bear it for a while and it will be over."

Su Yumian glanced over and instinctively dodged backwards. If these were used on him, he would be skinned alive if not killed.

Without thinking, he quickly got out of bed and ran barefoot on the cold floor.

But before he could take a few steps, his feet slipped due to the spilled wine, and he fell heavily forward.

"Haha, it's too late to run now."

He turned his head in horror, and a huge hand grabbed him with the force of a dark cloud.

They took out a black cloth and tied his hands behind his back, then blindfolded him.

In a situation where he could only hear but not see, Su Yumian's inner fear was magnified countless times.

The huge feeling of fear made Su Yumian tremble all over, and tears of fear flowed down the blindfold.

An unknown amount of time passed, but Su Yumian's voice became hoarse from crying, and Fu Quezhou finally let him go.

Fu Quezhou reached out and gently wiped his tears. He kissed his already chafed lips and chuckled softly, "Su Yumian, remember, this is the price you pay for lying."

This torture has smoothed out Su Yumian's edges, and at this moment he is as limp as a puddle of mud.

Seeing him like this, Fu Quezhou sneered and said, "Don't be so anxious to collapse, there are still many hardships to come..."

For the next three days, Su Yumian was almost unable to move freely and was confined in the room by Fu Quezhou.

When he was thirsty, Fu Quezhou would roughly feed him water. When he was tired, he could only fall asleep in fear, and when he woke up, he would still face Fu Quezhou's torture.

It was not until the third day that Su Yumian finally couldn't hold on any longer and passed out from exhaustion.

"Hey, Su Yumian, wake up?" Fu Quezhou shook him, but Su Yumian didn't respond at all.

“Fuck!”

He quickly picked up Su Yumian and carried him to the bathroom. After washing him clean, he put him back on the bed with changed sheets. Then he called Secretary Jin and said, "Call Wei Ji over."

Secretary Jin was stunned and asked hurriedly, "Is Mr. Fu feeling unwell?"

"Stop talking nonsense and hurry up!"

After hanging up the phone, Secretary Jin quickly called Fu Quezhou's personal doctor.

Because Secretary Jin spoke very urgently on the phone, Wei Ji left the patient he was treating and hurried over.

After parking the car, Wei Ji pushed open the door and got out hurriedly. Secretary Jin was waiting at the door.

Wei Ji asked, "What did that madman do again?"

"You'll know when you go up." Secretary Jin opened the door for him, and the two of them walked in one after the other.

Go straight to the second floor bedroom.

Seeing that Fu Quezhou was unharmed, Wei Ji hurriedly asked, "Aren't you fine?"

Fu Quezhou felt a headache and pointed at the bed, "It's not me, it's him."

Wei Ji came to the bedside and looked at Su Yumian with his eyes closed and a frown on his face. He sighed silently and subconsciously lifted the quilt, preparing to examine Su Yumian.

But the scene that came into his eyes scared him. The marks on Su Yumian's body were shocking, especially the whip marks.

"How could you make me suffer like this?" He knew that Fu Quezhou acted crazy, but he didn't expect him to be so out of control.

Hearing this, Fu Quezhou instantly became angry and quickly walked over to cover Su Yumian with the quilt again. "I asked you to see a doctor, why are you lifting the quilt?"

"I...you...!" Wei Ji was speechless, knowing that it was impossible to communicate with this madman.

Forget it, it's his fault for being controlled by this madman.

After a thorough examination, Wei Ji placed an IV drip on Su Yumian and turned to Fu Quezhou, saying, "There's nothing serious wrong with the patient. He's just weak, and..."

Wei Ji looked like he wanted to say something but hesitated. He really wanted to give Fu Quezhou a reminder, but was afraid of making him angry.

Seeing this, Fu Quezhou frowned and said impatiently, "If you have to fart, do it now!"

"Exerting excessive stress for a long time is psychologically damaging to the patient. If you don't want this person to suffer a mental breakdown like the previous ones, be kind to him. That's all I have to say. It's up to you."

He didn't expect Fu Juezhou to listen to him. This was all he could do.