Without any expression, Yu Qiao picked up a yellow clay brick from the ground and smashed it, along with the dirt and grime, onto Chen Baozhu's forehead.

"ah!"

Chen Baozhu screamed in agony as her flesh tore open, blood flowing down to her eyes, and her forehead burned with pain.

Immediately afterwards, Yu Qiao kicked her in the stomach, and with a "thud," the phone fell from Chen Baozhu's hand and crashed to the ground.

The noisy beating continued on the phone, intermittently punctuated by Yu Qiao's desperate pleas for mercy.

"Have you heard enough?" Yu Qiao picked up the phone with her long fingers, turned it off without even glancing at it, and slammed it heavily to the ground, shattering it into a pile of scrap metal.

As dusk fell, Zhuang Yaozu slumped against the wall like a rag doll in the dilapidated alley, while Yu Qiao gripped Chen Baozhu's hair, her dark eyes filled with a cold and eerie light.

“Yu Qiao…” Chen Baozhu’s liver-colored lips trembled, her eyes still defiant: “Don’t act like I owe you something.”

“If it weren’t for me back then, you might have died. I’ve raised you for so many years.”

"If you're really tough, kill me now. This is City A, not Reed Village. Can you guarantee you can get away with it perfectly after killing someone? Besides, I guarantee your videos will immediately reach Shen Zhao's hands. You can try."

Chen Baozhu wiped her face; the blood flowing from her forehead soaked her hair, face, and dripped down her chin, staining her clothes.

Her hair was still being pulled by Yu Qiao, and her face, which was bulging with fat, was filled with mockery and disdain.

Yu Qiao stared intently at Chen Baozhu, her thick eyelashes trembling, her tightly clenched fingers turning white at the knuckles from excessive force.

It must be said that Chen Baozhu knew her very well, and even directly threatened her with Shen Zhao.

Those days were utterly dark. She resisted, and as a result, she was constantly beaten, locked in a pigsty, and had her spleen damaged by kicks...

Even now, though she lives in the sunlight, those wounds can never be erased.

Just like when she first met Shen Zhao, she clearly had the money to buy that cake, but she couldn't bear to part with it. Deep down, she felt that she didn't deserve to have something good or expensive.

However, Shen Zhao said, "This cake suits you very well, how about I give it to you?"

Shen Zhao taught her to read, dress, and see a doctor. She loved Shen Zhao and wanted to be with him for the rest of her life.

Yu Qiao's eyes held an unfathomable emotion, her peony-like lips tightening little by little as she scrutinized Chen Baozhu. Her hand slowly loosened, and her voice, beautiful yet chilling, asked, "What do you want?"

No one can hurt her again with the things that happened in the past, and no one can stop her from being with Shen Zhao!

She had made up her mind; she was going to kill Chen Baozhu and Zhuang Yaozu.

"I knew you wouldn't dare." Chen Baozhu sneered, a hint of disgust flashing in her eyes as she glanced at the dying Zhuang Yaozu.

Six months ago, Yu Qiao burned down Reed Village, and her husband and children were all burned to ashes.

She hadn't been drinking and managed to escape.

When she was desperate, Zhuang Yaozu found her with a man tied to his hand, namely Yuan Zhiling.

Only then did she realize that Yu Qiao was actually the daughter of a wealthy man!

She was filled with rage. How could Yu Qiao, who had ruined her family, still want to reunite with her parents and family?!

Don't even think about it!

"Didn't you find a great sugar daddy? Prepare 1 billion in cash within three days, and give me your most luxurious private yacht. Put the cash inside the yacht."

Chen Baozhu couldn't help but laugh out loud just imagining the wonderful life ahead. She patted Yu Qiao's shoulder with a big smile and said, "Do as I say, and you can rest assured. I will not let Zhuang Yaozu go to Jiang Zhujun again, nor will I expose these videos to the Shen family. Moreover, your father will be able to come back unharmed."

"From now on, you can enjoy your wealth and luxury without worry. You won't lose out in this deal."

Yu Qiao slapped her hand away, her eyes narrowed, and a chilling aura instantly emanated from her. Her eyes were sinister, and the words that came out of her lips were icy cold: "Fine."

See you in three days.

"Why are you being so distant, child? You don't even call me 'Mom' anymore!" Chen Baozhu smiled broadly. So what if Yu Qiao went through all that trouble to escape from Luwei Village? With her around, Yu Qiao would never have a good life. What's a billion dollars? Never mind, she'll just come back to find Yu Qiao after she's spent it all.

Zhuang Yaozu's lips curled up slightly, and even the pain in his body lessened a bit. However, he glared fiercely at Chen Baozhu.

This despicable woman actually knew the child's whereabouts all along but kept it from him. She probably wanted to find an opportunity to extort money from him and keep it all for herself!

Heh, wait till he gets the money, then we'll see how he deals with her!

Yu Qiao brushed a strand of hair from her forehead with her long, fair fingers. Looking at Chen Baozhu's smug and oblivious expression, she couldn't help but curl her lips upwards.

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Back at the hospital.

"Yu! Qiao!" Shen Zhao suddenly stood up, glaring at Yu Qiao who pushed the door open and entered. He walked over, grabbed her hand tightly, and his peach blossom eyes were filled with annoyance: "Didn't you say you'd be back soon? Where did you go all afternoon?"

Yu Qiao paused for a moment, then said slowly, "Nowhere."

"You went into a fight again? You smell of sweat, and... the smell of blood." Shen Zhao had a keen sense of smell, and his gaze was scrutinizing and probing as he asked nervously, "Are you injured?"

Yu Qiao gently shook her head, looking into his deep eyes, her voice soft, like a feather, drifting into Chen Zhao's heart: "I want to go back and take a shower."

"Young Master, I've asked the doctor, and you can be discharged. Come with me."

Shen Zhao paused for a moment, then reached out and touched her face, whispering, "Okay, I'll go with you."

Yu Qiao slowly lowered her eyelashes, her delicate, rosy lips curving upwards little by little.

Back at Silver Bay Manor.

Yu Qiao pulled Shen Zhao back to her room and slammed the door shut.

Reaching the bedside, Yu Qiao turned around and pressed her hands firmly against Shen Zhao's shoulders.

Shen Zhao sat obediently on the bed, looking up at her. He noticed Yu Qiao's strange behavior and frowned slightly.

I asked casually, "Baby, what's wrong?"

Yu Qiao stared at him intently, then suddenly smiled, a smile that was somewhat eerie.

Then she bent over, her left knee pressed between Shen Zhao's legs, very close, their breaths mingling.

As she spoke, she deliberately breathed on Shen Zhao's Adam's apple, lowering her voice to ask in a low, hoarse tone, "Young Master, have you seen it?"

"Those kinds of movies."

Like a vixen, her icy fingers, filled with seduction, pinched Shen Zhao's burning red earlobe.

Shen Zhao's eyelashes trembled incessantly, his Adam's apple bobbed, and his cheeks felt like they were on fire. He didn't flinch, but instead boldly moved closer to Yu Qiao, his eyes flushed with shyness. He deliberately asked, "Which one?"

Yu Qiao's dark eyebrows furrowed, and she narrowed her beautiful eyes, revealing a strange, damp excitement. Her lips pressed close to his earlobe, as if bewitching him.

"The kind where you're not wearing clothes."

Shen Zhaohou's body stiffened, his two fair ears turning bright red, and he slowly shook his head: "No."

He knew about those kinds of movies, but he had never seen them.

It was too vulgar, and besides, he had never had such thoughts in the past twenty-odd years.

But now...

Shen Zhao lowered her eyes shyly, looking at the spirited little Shen Zhao, her whole body turning red.

Yu Qiao smiled with satisfaction, her eyes narrowed, and took his hand, leading him to undress.

Her eyes darkened, and her voice became low and hoarse:

"Young master, would you like to do that kind of thing with me?"

Shen Zhao's eyelashes trembled wildly, her fingertips felt as if they were touching lava, her eyes were flushed with a peach-red hue, and her dark eyes shimmered with moisture as she looked up at Yu Qiao, her lips slightly parted: "Wouldn't that be a bit inappropriate?"

Yu Qiao cupped his handsome face in her hands, showering him with delicate, tingling kisses on his eyebrows, nose, and chin, gently asking, "What's wrong?"

"We're not engaged yet, and we're not married either." Shen Zhao trembled all over, like a pet that Yu Qiao could play with. She was delicate and charming, like the most eye-catching courtesan in a painting. Her voice was detached and slightly panting: "This doesn't seem to be good for you."

Yu Qiao chuckled softly.

Her icy fingers pinched Shen Zhao's chin, and she looked down at him, her eyes gradually brightening: "It's okay."

Yu Qiao gently stroked his eyebrows and eyes, her gaze filled with a morbid, intense lust. Her voice was cold and ethereal, it was unclear whether she was speaking to herself or warning Shen Zhao: "Once I've dealt with them, you'll be mine forever."

Her voice was too soft for Shen Zhao to hear clearly. He held Yu Qiao's hand that was cupping his face, his eyes bright and moist as he looked at her: "Baby, what are you saying?"

“I said,” Yu Qiao’s eyes sparkled with an excited, almost morbid, “I like you, and I want to be with you forever.”

Shen Zhao felt that Yu Qiao was acting strangely today, seemingly bolder and more direct than before.

His eyelashes fluttered as he looked around. Yu Qiao's room was simple, without any unnecessary decorations, but the fragrance in the bedroom was strong. Normally, the smell would only make him feel at ease, but now it smelled...

Shen Zhao swallowed, feeling as if the sensation was coming from her, making him unable to resist wanting to... kiss her.

It smells so good.

I really want to.

The bedroom was pitch black, with only a faint moonlight coming in through the floor-to-ceiling windows to illuminate the two figures.

Yu Qiao bent down and pinched Chen Zhao's chin, her gaze fixed on his peony-like lips. The wild beast inside her was raging and struggling, trying to break free of its shackles.

Her beautiful, dark phoenix eyes gradually turned crimson. She tilted her head, lowered it, lifted his chin, and kissed him…

Shen Zhao patted his head, his breathing ragged, and lifted his head. He then pressed his hand against the back of her head. The muscles in his arms, hidden under his white shirt, were tense, and the veins were bulging. His eyes were not closed.

Then he stared at her like that.

Yu Qiao blushed and pursed her lips shyly under his gaze. She looked away and said in a commanding tone, "Young Master, close your eyes."

"I want to look at you."

“I…” Yu Qiao suddenly became a little nervous: “If you look at me, I will be shy.”

A laugh escaped Shen Zhao's throat. He squeezed her wrist, pulled it to his lips, and kissed it, speaking softly, "If you're really shy, I can close my eyes too."

Yu Qiao swallowed hard, completely lacking any self-control.

Shen Zhao was handsome, more beautiful than any flower. His peach-blossom face alone was enough to make her dizzy with envy; otherwise, she wouldn't have followed him back to Silver Bay Manor on their first meeting.

At this moment, he seemed more like a male demon.

The dim light was even more captivating. He tilted his snow-white neck back, his shirt collar wrinkled by her, a few buttons just ripped off, revealing a large expanse of his collarbone and the faint outline of his chest muscles.

As light and shadow intertwined, the young master's delicate and beautiful features became blurred. He tilted his head back, opened his eyes, and stared straight at her. His thick eyelashes, like raven feathers, made his peach blossom eyes seem even more like a colorful embellishment, like beautiful glass, moist with water.

"Never mind." Yu Qiao sighed softly, released Chen Zhao, opened the cabinet, and took out a black silk eye mask.

Shen Zhao's eyebrows twitched suddenly.

The next second, a cool sensation came over me.

Yu Qiao used this blindfold to cover Shen Zhao's eyes.

Bang, bang, bang

He could see nothing around him, only the rapid beating of his own heart.

Shen Zhao gently stroked the eye patch covering his eyebrows with his long fingers, raising his chin helplessly like a bewildered puppy: "Baby..."

There was no response.

Shen Zhao's heart was beating even faster.

Suddenly.

Yu Qiao gave him a hard shove on the shoulder.

Caught off guard, she fell backward.

Shen Zhao's fair fingers gripped the white sheets beneath him tightly, veins bulging on his neck.

A soft, hoarse, helpless voice sounded pitiful: "Baby..."

"Can I take it off?"

Yu Qiao pressed her tongue against her back teeth, curled the corners of her lips, and told him in a soft but undeniable voice, "No, you can't."

The sheer curtains of the French windows fluttered in the wind, and only two figures could be vaguely seen on the wall. On the lush branches outside the window, two birds were affectionately perched.

The squeaking and creaking sounds startled the birds, who fluttered their wings and flew to a quieter branch on the other side.

The sound finally disappeared as the sky began to lighten.

Two birds flew back, wanting to see the view through the French windows.

Yu Qiao stood in front of the French windows, expressionless, and pulled the curtains tight to block out the light.

He turned around, turned on the bedside lamp, and stared at the sleeping Shen Zhao with a dark gaze.

There were red marks on her snow-white neck.

She scratched it.

Yu Qiao hooked the chain she had prepared beforehand with her long fingers, sat on the edge of the bed, and lingered on him with a fascinated and greedy gaze.

The touch of her palm almost burned her.

She suppressed her urge to withdraw her hand, then extended it again.

Back and forth dozens of times.

Chen Baozhu found her and actually tried to destroy the only thing she could have now. She was really asking for death.

Yu Qiao's gaze was cold and unsettling as she stared at Shen Zhao, her eyes becoming distorted with a fascination.

She thought that, just in case, she had to lock the young master up.

This way, she can ensure that, before she gets rid of those two bitches, they won't go back on their word and let the young master see all those disgusting videos.

Why did she have to go through all this? Wasn't the pain of the past ten years enough?

Why disturb her current life?

Then you can't blame her.

They brought this upon themselves.

She just wants to be with the young master forever, and no one can stop her.

Yu Qiao's pretty face gradually became distorted.

The fiercer the thought, the harder she needed to suppress it, and the veins on her already slender little hand bulged out.

In the end, Yu Qiao firmly chained the young master.

Dressed in all black, standing at the door, Yu Qiao looked back at the young master who was firmly imprisoned, and left the room with a satisfied look in her eyes.