She was curled up on the cement floor, clutching her stomach in pain.

Ge Qiuqin glanced at her but ignored her and continued tying her hair with the hairpin.

The second-floor girl's lips were swollen from being pricked, with no part of them intact. Fresh blood gushed from her lips, running down her neck and soaking her clothes on her chest, leaving a bright red stain.

She was trembling uncontrollably.

Ge Qiuqin then grabbed her hand and held it in front of her eyes, saying:

"Mom! You've hit and smashed me with this hand countless times since I entered the Zhang family."

I know you have a kind heart, and I'm afraid your hands are tainted with something and out of your control. Today, I'll release some poison into your hands so they'll obey you from now on.

Ge Qiuqin pinched the hairpin and inserted it into the nail crevices of the second-floor woman.

The woman on the second board was in so much pain that she kept rubbing her feet on the ground, but her mouth was so swollen that she couldn't scream and could only make a buzzing sound.

Beads of sweat the size of mung beans immediately appeared on his head, causing excruciating pain, and his whole body was drenched in sweat.

Ge Qiuqin thought about the torment and suffering she had endured at home, which had been festering in her heart for more than a decade. The hatred she had harbored for the first half of her life was finally vented through these needle pricks.

Ge Qiuqin only let go after all ten fingernails had been pierced.

"Mom, I'm going to let you experience the pain I've been going through for over ten years. Once your mouth and hands know how to feel pain, you'd better remember this lesson from now on."

The woman on the second board lay on the ground, her ten fingers bleeding, shaking her head in pain. Her eyes were filled with terror as she looked at Ge Qiuqin. Sweat dripped onto the ground, as if she had just washed her hair. The gray cement floor was mixed with blood and sweat, and the color gradually darkened and spread.

Ge Qiuqin leaned in close to her, staring into her eyes and warning her:

"You bastard, remember this: if your son dares to touch my child again, next time I'll make sure your toenails don't even belong to you!"

Ge Qiuqin stood up, walked over to Chen Yan, squatted down next to her, grabbed her collar, and asked:

"Chen Yan, where is my daughter? Who did you and that beast Zhang Xin give her to?"

Although Chen Yan had long lost her earlier arrogance, she was still stubborn.

“Ge Qiuqin, you’ll always be a peasant. You’ll never be as good as me, Chen Yan, your daughter.”

"Hmph! I don't know, and I don't need to know. With a good-for-nothing mother like you, she'll never amount to anything. She'd be better off being sent away to live a life of luxury."

“Tell me! Tell me!” Ge Qiuqin shouted.

“I told you I didn’t know. The buyer was contacted by Zhang Xin. How would I know where he took your daughter?”

But your daughter is quite valuable; she sold for 300 yuan! Hahahaha! Even women in brothels don't fetch that price.

Ge Qiuqin, you should be happy. Your daughter is valuable. Even if she's ridden by thousands or trampled by tens of thousands in the future, she'll still live a life of luxury.

It's not even as good as being a hopeless, rural peasant by your side!

Chen Yan scoffed, not caring at all whether Ge Qiuqin would punish her, because she felt that she was pregnant.

Ge Qiuqin slapped Chen Yan twice.

Blood immediately trickled from the corner of Chen Yan's mouth. She turned her head and roared angrily:

"Ge Qiuqin, what do you want to do? I'm pregnant! I'm carrying your child! How dare you hit a pregnant woman!"

"Pregnant woman? So what if she's pregnant? Chen Yan's child is the most important thing to me in this life, and it's you! You crossed my line!"

Since you're going to refuse a polite toast only to face the consequences, then I don't need to be polite to you anymore.

Aren't you pregnant? Soon you won't be!

Chen Yan panicked when she heard this. She didn't expect Ge Qiuqin to be serious, completely disregarding the fact that she was pregnant.

"What...what do you want to do? Let me tell you, murder is punishable by death!"

"Yes! Murderers must pay with their lives! You know that too? I will make you pay for the pain my son Zhang Zhicheng suffered, bit by bit!"

"Minghui, grab her!"

Zhao Minghui had never seen Ge Qiuqin speak so harshly, but when he thought about the inhumane things these people had done, he realized that Sister-in-law Qiuqin had ultimately been driven to a dead end.

Since that's the case, we might as well go all the way and punish them properly. After all, Boss Xia said he would protect Sister Qiuqin.

It didn't say I couldn't help her punish the bad guy in front of me.

Zhao Minghui pulled Chen Yan up from the ground and made her kneel down.

Chen Yan's eyes widened in horror as she exclaimed:

"Ge Qiuqin, what are you doing? You...you can't touch my child! I finally got pregnant! The doctor...the doctor said if I miscarry, I'll never be able to conceive again! You can't..."

"Chen Yan, you know how to protect your own child! But what about my child? Is my child's life as worthless as grass?!"

"Don't worry, I won't hurt him, but whether you get pregnant or not depends on your own ability." Ge Qiuqin leaned close to Chen Yan's ear and continued, "I'm really curious, what position did you and Zhang Xin use to get pregnant! You want to trade my child's life for your child's life? I'm afraid he doesn't have the fortune to bear it!"

Ge Qiuqin unscrewed the water bottle she carried with her, which was filled with safflower that she had boiled the night before.

She pinched Chen Yan's cheeks, forced her mouth open, and poured the contents into her mouth.

Chen Yan managed to drink about seven or eight-tenths of the entire large pot of safflower water, despite her struggles.

Zhao Minghui released her arm, and Chen Yan lay on the ground, gradually beginning to suffer.

She clutched her stomach and rolled around incessantly, like a live fish that had just been brought ashore.

The second-floor girl's eyes widened, and she crawled backward in fright as she lay on the ground.

A short while later, blood began to seep from between Chen Yan's legs, running down her thighs and out from under her skirt.

She screamed in pain.

Ge Qiuqin remained expressionless; numbness had already taken hold of her.

I imagine Zhicheng was rolling on the ground like this when he was beaten up that day.

In that desperate moment when you can't call for help from heaven or earth, watching helplessly as your father and another woman hit you on the head with sticks must have hurt a lot!

Ge Qiuqin felt incredibly happy as she looked at the scene before her.

It doesn't matter! Even if I die because of this, I'll have cleared away the only evil person in the world who wants to harm my children.

Chen Yan was in extreme pain. She roared, shouted, and screamed, and a moment later a stillborn fetus fell out of her body.

Seeing that her child had already stopped breathing and making no sound, Chen Yan broke down in tears, with blood still spreading from her legs.

Ge Qiuqin stepped forward, grabbed her hair, and used a hairpin dipped in blood to carve two words, "slut," into her cheek!

Chen Yan had long since lost all strength, and could only let it be, lying on the ground in a state of utter exhaustion.

Ge Qiuqin stepped forward, picked up the filthy thing from under her, and put it in a cardboard box inside the house.

Zhao Minghui had never seen such a scene before, and he was also taken aback.

He was at a loss for words!

Ge Qiuqin stepped over the woman on the second plank to reach the door, turned to Zhao Minghui and said:

"Minghui, drive! To the regimental headquarters!"