Qi An smiled: "From now on, if you don't want to die, you'd better behave and listen to me, understand?"
Mr. and Mrs. Liu nodded in alarm.
Having lost his manhood, Liu Chengcai, who thought he was fearless, nodded.
He was still afraid; he didn't really want to die.
Qi An nodded in satisfaction.
Sitting on the sofa, Qi An looked around the new house, which resembled a murder scene, and began to give orders.
"Why are you all staring at me? You've made a mess of the house. Clean it up right now, and eat every single hair in it."
Who made this mess?
The three dared not be angry or speak out. Shaking their heads, dragging their broken legs, and clutching their groins, they cleaned the room.
Fu Gui wasn't bluffing them; that pill really did have a powerful tonic effect.
Unless it's a fatal wound, the bleeding can be stopped quickly, and the wound heals much faster than with normal medication.
Otherwise, given their injuries, they wouldn't be able to clean up, let alone move around.
But they still suffer the pain they're supposed to endure, and there's an added side effect of frequently vomiting blood—it's practically tailor-made for them.
After a strenuous cleaning, the three of them were covered in a cold sweat from the pain.
He was in pain, exhausted, and hungry. Before he could even catch his breath, Qi An said again:
"Within half an hour, pack your things quickly and clear out the room for me."
"Why are we packing? Where will we stay then?" Liu's mother asked, her eyes wide.
"Why? That's a good question."
Qi An scoffed and asked her, "Whose house is this?"
Without hesitation, Liu's mother replied, "Chengcai's wedding room."
Qi An sneered, and Liu's mother instantly suffered a spasm in her internal organs, spitting out a mouthful of blood onto the freshly mopped floor.
"Now, answer me, whose house is this?"
Looking at the blood on the ground in horror, Liu's mother quickly corrected herself: "Yours, it's your house."
Mr. Liu flinched and whispered, "The property deed lists Cheng Cai's name."
Liu Chengcai muttered, "That's right, it was the wedding house you willingly bought for me back then."
No sooner had they finished speaking than the two of them screamed and doubled over, coughing up blood.
Qi An leaned back on the sofa with her arms crossed, expressionless, as Fu Gui popped a grape into her mouth.
"Sister, don't be angry, don't be angry. Or should I just strangle them to death?"
The three were shocked and said in unison, "It's your house, it's yours, and you paid for it all."
Qi An snorted, "I paid the down payment, and I'm the one paying off the loan."
"Then tell me, why am I, the homebuyer, living in the smallest and worst room, while you, who didn't pay a single penny, are occupying the best rooms? Do you deserve it?"
The three looked at each other, speechless.
Liu Cheng asked again, "Then where will we stay?"
"Of course you'll stay in my room."
Liu's mother couldn't help but say, "That room is so small, how can the three of us fit in?"
Qi An said, "What does this have to do with me? If you're not staying, then get out."
Fu Gui said, "Ten minutes have passed. Once the time is up, I will throw all your things out."
The three of them hurriedly packed up, stuffing everything into the small room where Liu Zhaodi used to live, leaving no room to even step.
Back in the living room, Qi An held up his phone and said, "Transfer all the money from your accounts."
"What?"
Liu's mother forced an awkward smile: "Didn't we agree that Mom would keep it for you?"
Qi An sneered: "Am I a three-year-old? Can't I keep my own money safe? All the money I've given you over the years, you've probably put it all into your son's account, haven't you?"
"Give them all back to me now, immediately, right now."
Liu's mother clutched her pocket tightly, her face contorted with heartache: "We gave birth to you and raised you, isn't it your duty to earn money to support your parents?"
"Is feeding me considered supporting you? Stop with the moral blackmail. In your eyes, I'm just a stupid cash cow working hard to make money for you. Too bad, I'm not buying it."
A guilty look flashed across Liu's parents' faces.
Liu's mother was still unwilling to give up: "My dear daughter, it's not like that. Your parents love you, we..."
Qi An frowned impatiently and gestured with his chin toward Fu Gui.
Fu Gui had been itching to get his hands on her for a while, so he slapped her twice across the face and snatched her phone away.
"Wow, this is the latest model! Zhao Di's phone is five years old, isn't it?"
There was over 300,000 yuan in Liu's mother's account, all of which was transferred to her by Liu Zhaodi.
Each incoming payment record was followed by her transfer records to Liu Zhaodi and Liu Chengcai.
Liu Zhaodi worked tirelessly from dawn till dusk, earning tens of thousands of yuan. Her mother transferred five hundred yuan to her every month.
Liu Cheng was idle and didn't earn a penny. His mother transferred 20,000 yuan to him every month, and sometimes when he spent more than that, she had to transfer another amount.
Fu Gui thought to himself, "What a silly girl."
He opened the transfer page, selected the entire amount to transfer, and handed the phone to Liu's mother, asking her to enter the password.
Liu's mother shook her head vigorously: "No, I won't transfer it. This money is still needed to help Chengcai get married."
Fu Gui laughed: "You forgot, our son doesn't need to get married anymore. Even if he offered a dowry, no one would want him."
Liu Cheng lowered his head, his eyes filled with resentment and hatred.
That bitch Liu Zhaodi ruined him. He'll put up with it for now, but he'll definitely kill her when he gets the chance.
Liu's mother looked at her son with heartache and stammered, "I...I forgot the password. I'll try again when I remember it."
Fu Gui clenched his fist, ready to persuade others with reason.
Qi An lost his patience, strode over, grabbed a fruit knife, and cut off one of Liu Cheng's fingers.
Blood spurted out, and Liu Cheng screamed in agony.
Liu's father shrank back, hesitated, and ultimately didn't dare to utter a sound.
He loved his son, but he loved himself even more.
Liu's mother screamed and tried to rush over to stop him, but Fugui held her down and she couldn't move.
"Chengcai, Liu Zhaodi, what are you doing? Chengcai didn't do anything to you, why are you..."
Qi An held the knife above Liu Chengcai's finger: "Because she's your lifeline, you feel sorry for her."
“It’s okay, take your time thinking. I’ll cut off one of his fingers every minute. After his fingers, there’ll be his feet. After his, there’ll be his dad’s. That’ll give you forty minutes to think about.”
As he spoke, Qi An cut off another of Liu Cheng's fingers: "A minute has passed."
The hand that was cut off refers to Liu Chengcai, but the one who is most heartbroken is Liu's mother.
When Liu Zhaodi died, she could only lament the loss of her cash cow.
She would feel heartbroken for half a day if Liu Chengcai had a small cut on his hand, let alone have his finger cut off in front of her.
Liu's mother was heartbroken and screamed, "Stop! Stop it! Don't hurt my son..."
Liu Chengcai clearly couldn't sense her deep maternal love and scolded:
"Si Xiuli, you son of a bitch, why aren't you telling her the password yet? Are you trying to get me killed?"
Si Xiuli is Liu's mother's name.
Seeing that her son's third finger was also going to be lost, Liu's mother tearfully gave in.
"I'll tell you, I'll tell you... The password is Cheng Cai's birthday, sob sob..."
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