Chapter 113 Shen Jingsi's Revenge
Feng Manman saw the turmoil in his eyes, forcefully suppressed the emotions in her throat, and picked up the other bag.
"You've always wanted to know what Zhenzhen has been through in the past five years and why she kept it from you. After reading this, you'll understand everything."
Still reeling from the shattered safety buckle, Shen Jingsi looked at the paper bag hanging on his wrist.
The voice that escaped from her chapped lips was barely audible, "What's inside?"
Feng Manman stopped in front of the car, tears streaming down her face from behind her sunglasses. "The truth is, she can't go on living."
Looking at his girlfriend who had returned to the passenger seat, and then at his older brother who was standing frozen in the drizzle, Shen Jinchuan's expression turned serious. "Should we... tell him now?"
He didn't want to hide Zhenyu's five years of sacrifice from his brother; he just knew that revealing it now would only hasten his death.
Sitting in the passenger seat, Feng Manman stood upright, looking at the figure still standing stiffly on the steps. Her voice was devoid of warmth, "Zhenzhen was able to endure five years of torture by that beast. If he can't live after just knowing the truth, it might not be a bad thing for him to die sooner."
Because what follows will only be more painful.
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It was the dead of night, pitch black.
As the black car entered through the main gate of Qingshan Manor, the guards quickly dragged the hooded man to the basement.
In the days that followed, heart-wrenching screams and pleas for mercy could be heard from inside from time to time.
The man, blending into the darkness, stood outside the door with his hands tucked in his sleeves. The cold light in his eyes pierced through the square glass and fell upon the dying body.
After being locked up for a week, Zheng Yaozong was starving and dragged his completely useless legs to the door.
He knew Shen Jingsi was standing outside, so he pounded on the door, saying, "You're torturing me like this just to find out about the past, right? I can tell you. But either give me some food, or you kill me."
A moment later, a voice came from the speaker in the corner: "Have you ever worked with Duan Xi'er?"
Zheng Yaozong didn't even have time to swallow. "Yes, more than once, but it wasn't me who contacted her. That woman contacted me first."
Wang Kai: "Continue talking, tell us everything you've done in cahoots."
After so many days of torture, the man had long lost his previous ruthlessness. "Will you let me go after I tell you about Shen Jingsi?"
"Maybe," Wang Kai said flippantly, "but if you don't tell, you'll definitely die here, and die a horrible death."
With his throat dry and congested, Zheng Yaozong leaned against the door, carrying his broken leg.
He didn't speak up before because Duan Xi'er threatened him with his mother's and sister's lives. Now that the Duan family has fallen, he might be able to save his life if he speaks up.
"Back then, when the election was held in the capital, it was Duan Xi'er who gave me the idea to have my grandfather take the opportunity to deal with the Shen family."
"First, suppress the Shen family, then contact Shen Jingsi's mother and propose that as long as Lu Zhenyu marries me, she will release the Shen family's demands. She said that Lu Zhenyu is soft-hearted and that as long as we can make Shen Jingsi suffer a little, she will definitely agree."
"Do you think Duan Xi'er arrived at the scene of that car accident so quickly? It's because she was right there watching. Damn it, that woman is the most heartless lunatic I've ever met in all my years of life."
“Go on.”
Zheng Yaozong swallowed hard, his throat dry. "Then we got married. She said that even though Shen Jingsi is now completely heartbroken by Lu Zhenyu, and has never had any memory or dignity with Lu Zhenyu, once he recovers in a couple of days, he will never let go of any opportunity to snatch Lu Zhenyu back. She told me to take people abroad as soon as possible, and preferably never come back."
The voice from the speaker intensified, "For the past five years, have you frequently tormented Lu Zhenyu?"
Zheng Yaozong closed his eyes. "Actually, I've only seriously hit her a few times. This woman is too damn stubborn. She won't let me touch her after we got married, and she never gives me a good look. Tell me, what man can stand his wife thinking about another man and then giving him a hard time every day? Once, I tried to touch her, and she hit and bit me. When she goes crazy, she's even willing to kill herself. Isn't that all to keep herself pure for Shen Jingsi? The more I thought about it, the angrier I got. In a moment of anger, I hit her."
After clearing his throat, he continued, "I regretted it the first time I hit her, but afterwards she guarded me like a thief, and after a few times I couldn't stop myself."
"Later, I wasn't in Los Angeles often. I went back last fall and couldn't hold back for a few words, so I hit her again. Who would have thought that the police would be lying in wait for me? They arrived in less than two seconds. If Duan Xi'er hadn't noticed something was wrong and contacted my family, I would have been in jail because of her."
During this period, he was tortured to the point of wishing he were dead. In order to get out, Zheng Yaozong rummaged through his guts and revealed everything, whether it was his guts or not.
He was really thirsty from talking, and swallowed hard, grimacing. "I've said enough. Give me a straight answer, can Shen Jingsi let me go?"
A piercing sound came from the speaker; it was unclear what had been smashed.
After a two-second pause, Wang Kai returned to the microphone.
"Get out?" he sneered. "Fine, you wait, someone will take you out soon."
Zheng Yaozong, who was leaning against the door, breathed a sigh of relief and was about to close his eyes to rest for a while when the door he was leaning against suddenly opened.
He scrambled to his feet and looked up, meeting the lifeless, gloomy eyes of the newcomer.
"Shen Jingsi? What are you up to now..."
Before he could finish speaking, he was kicked against the wall.
He took his hand out of his pocket, and the wound, which had been bandaged less than half an hour ago, had already soaked the gauze red again.
Shen Jingsi walked over step by step, grabbed the blood-stained collar, and punched Zheng Yaozong, who was lying on the ground powerless to resist.
Just like that night twenty years ago.
The punching motion was numb and mechanical, but the fire surging in his chest could not be vented no matter how much he hit or tormented the beast.
The video he watched in one night kept playing in his mind on repeat, over and over again, he couldn't stop.
The girl was grabbed by the hair and slammed against the glass; she was punched hard in the stomach; after struggling in vain, she took a knife and committed suicide, and so on...
Countless, endless to see.
As Shen Jingsi watched, his blood surged through his veins, and he felt so angry he was about to explode.
On their first night together, he asked her how she got the scar on her palm, and she said she got it from sharpening a pencil.
It turned out that he had gripped the knife tightly in his hand in order to bring himself back to his senses.
On their first night together, he held her, who was all alone, and asked her how she got the scar on her ribs. She said she had an accident.
It turns out it was kicked in half by an animal.
She hides a fruit knife under her pillow every night, and he joked that she might be trying to assassinate him.
She said that she recently took a fancy to a young and handsome man, and suddenly felt like she was going to lose her husband.
It turns out that even when she was right next to him, she would still subconsciously be on guard.
It turns out that her suicide attempt by cutting her wrists was not due to severe depression, but because she was living in too much pain and suffering.
It turns out that being too tired wasn't a complaint; she was genuinely having a very hard time.
Zheng Yaozong, who had been relentlessly punched by Shen Jingsi, had long since fallen silent, but Shen Jingsi continued to pummel him.
His bloodshot, torn eyes, numbly streaming tears, had long since lost their focus. He smashed the other person's ribs and fractured his own finger bones in the process.
Shen Jingsi felt nothing, had no emotions, and had lost his soul, because he had long been consumed by the fire.
He seemed to be caught in a death spiral, tormented by the images deeply etched in his mind, while constantly thinking, fantasizing, and personally experiencing the suffering and despair the girl had endured.
The fists shifted from striking the limp, unconscious body to hitting the hard cement wall in front of them.
Both fists were already unrecognizable, bleeding to the last drop from the bloody mess.
In the end, he collapsed to the ground, his empty eyes staring at the small, narrow skylight.
What is he thinking?
No.
Because he is not qualified.
His body was enveloped by the reflection, and Shen Jingsi opened his bloodshot and numb eyes. "That woman, is she dead or alive?"
Wang Kai said, "I asked the hospital, and they said that she had just woken up. When the fire reached the second floor, she hid in the bathroom. Her injuries were not serious."
His dark eyes, fixed on the ceiling, revealed a menacing glint in them, and Shen Jingsi said, word by word, "Tie him back."
Wang Kai: "Yes, I'll go myself."
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