Chapter 97 Tonight we'll consummate our marriage!
The old woman nodded with satisfaction when she saw that Jiang Wanqiu did not start struggling and crying like other women.
Cultured women in the city are indeed different from other women.
To avoid any unforeseen complications, she planned to have Jiang Wanqiu and her son consummate their marriage tonight.
Jiang Wanqiu was well aware that begging for mercy and crying out would only result in more brutal treatment here.
She tried to stay calm, her mind racing as she thought about how to escape.
However, before they could come up with a solution, the burly man who had hit her—the old woman's eldest son, Zhou Youfu—impatiently walked over and grabbed Xiao Cui, who was still sobbing on the ground.
"Cry, cry, cry! All you do is cry! You jinx!" Zhou Youfu cursed, covering Xiao Cui's mouth with his large palm and dragging her out.
Xiao Cui's limbs kicked futilely on the ground, and she made mournful "woo-woo" sounds in her throat. Her eyes, filled with fear, were fixed on Jiang Wanqiu on the kang (a heated brick bed).
A short while later, the sounds of wooden sticks being struck and a woman's hysterical, piercing cries could be heard again from outside the house.
"See that? Behave yourself!" The old woman saw her staring at Xiao Cui as she left and assumed she was frightened. She poked Xiao Cui's arm with her withered fingers and warned, "Don't even think about running away, and don't try anything funny. Once you've entered the Zhou family, you're a member of the Zhou family, whether you live or die! Anyone who dares to run will end up like her!"
After saying that, she shouted at her eldest son, Zhou Youfu, "Youfu! Tie her up and take her to the inner room! Keep a close eye on her, don't let her try to kill herself!"
Zhou Youfu responded, dropped the stick, and strode in.
The man dragged her off the kang (a heated brick bed) and shoved her into the darker, smaller inner room.
The inner room had only one small window, covered with tattered newspapers, and was dimly lit.
A kang (heated brick bed) took up most of the room. The bedding on the kang was so black that its original color was unrecognizable, and it emitted a sour and rotten smell.
Zhou Youfu found a rough hemp rope and tied Jiang Wanqiu's hands and feet tightly to the head of the kang (a heated brick bed).
The hemp rope dug into her flesh, causing a burning pain, but Jiang Wanqiu gritted her teeth and remained silent, only looking at him coldly with her misty eyes.
On that pale face, which only made her look more pitiful, there was not a trace of pleading.
This unyielding demeanor only fueled Zhou Youfu's anger.
He licked his chapped lips and chuckled, "This little wench has quite a temper. Just wait, she'll show you what's what tonight!"
After saying that, he turned and left, satisfied, closing the door behind him.
The room went completely dark. Jiang Wanqiu tried to move her wrists, but the ropes were tied so tightly that she couldn't move at all.
Time passed slowly, and night fell.
After an unknown amount of time, the door creaked open, and the simple-minded son, Zhou Youcai, walked in carrying a bowl of rice.
He placed a bowl of dark, indistinct food on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), then squatted down, grinning and staring intently at Jiang Wanqiu, drool dripping from the corner of his mouth.
There was no malice in those eyes, only a childlike curiosity and a primal, animalistic desire.
Jiang Wanqiu suppressed her nausea and fear; she knew this was her only chance.
She lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings. When she raised them again, her eyes were brimming with tears, and her voice was so soft it seemed to drip with moisture, carrying the gentle, sweet quality characteristic of a southern woman.
"Brother... I'm so hungry, but my hands are tied, so I can't eat..."
Zhou Youcai stared at her blankly, without saying a word.
Jiang Wanqiu sniffed, tears sliding down her smooth cheeks, making her look even more pitiful.
She looked at him with her misty eyes, her voice softer and gentler, with a hint of seduction: "Brother, you're a good person, aren't you? Look at my wrists, they're bleeding from the rope, it hurts so much... Can you untie them for me? Once I've eaten, I'll have the strength... and when I have the strength, I can... and play with you."
"Play...play with me?" Zhou Youcai's eyes lit up, his muddled mind seemingly only grasping these few words.
"Okay." Jiang Wanqiu nodded heavily. "Help me untie it. After I've eaten, I'll play with my brother. Whatever you want to play, I'll play with you."
Zhou Youcai's mind was not fully developed to begin with, so how could he withstand such a tender offensive?
Looking at the fairy-like woman before him, with her delicate and boneless appearance and her soft, pleading words, he was momentarily impulsive. After hesitating for a moment, he actually reached out with trembling hands to untie the knot on her wrist.
The rope was tied in a knot that Zhou Youfu had made, and Zhou Youcai clumsily tried to untie it for a long time.
Jiang Wanqiu patiently encouraged him, even speaking softly, "Brother, you're so kind..."
Finally, the restraints on my wrists were released!
Just as the rope slipped, Jiang Wanqiu spotted a chipped liquor bottle lying by the kang (a heated brick bed), grabbed it, and with all her might, smashed it down hard on the back of Zhou Youcai's head!
"Bang--!"
A muffled thud!
Zhou Youcai didn't even utter a sound. His eyes rolled back, and his body went limp as he fell forward, his forehead hitting the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), and blood immediately flowed out.
Jiang Wanqiu didn't even have time to look at it again. She rolled off the kang (a heated brick bed) on all fours, not even bothering to put on her shoes, and rushed towards the main room!
She flung open the wooden door to the main room!
A cold wind blew in, and she saw the towering figure outside the door.
Zhou Youfu was carrying a bowl of noodles and was about to come in when he saw this scene. He was stunned at first, and then flew into a rage!
"You bitch! You dare run away!"
He threw down the bowl in his hand, rushed forward, grabbed Jiang Wanqiu's hair with his big hand, and pulled her back sharply!
Jiang Wanqiu felt a sharp pain in her scalp, screamed, and was slammed hard onto the cold, muddy ground.
When Zhou Youfu turned around and saw his younger brother lying in a pool of blood at the door of the inner room, he was consumed by rage, and his eyes turned red!
He rushed over, raised his foot, which was clad in a heavy boot, and kicked Jiang Wanqiu's soft chest with all his might!
The excruciating pain made Jiang Wanqiu's vision go black, and she almost fainted on the spot. She felt as if her internal organs had been displaced, and she had a breath stuck in her throat, almost unable to breathe.
"You shameless wretch who won't listen to reason! You even dared to hurt my brother! I'll beat you to death today!" Zhou Youfu was furious. He dragged Jiang Wanqiu by the arm like a sack of potatoes and pulled her into the yard. He then pushed open a low door in the corner.
A stench assaulted my senses!
Jiang Wanqiu heard the grunting sounds of animals.
This is a pigsty!
Without any pity, he shoved Jiang Wanqiu into the stinking pigsty.
"You'd better reflect on your actions right here tonight! I'll come back and deal with you tomorrow!"
With a clang, the small iron gate to the pigsty was locked from the outside.
Jiang Wanqiu lay in the cold pile of pig manure, her whole body aching and cold. It took her a long time to catch her breath, coughing and choking.
The temperature dropped sharply at night, and the cold wind felt like knives.
Her clothes were already torn to shreds and were completely useless.
The cold actually made her mind clearer.
She doesn't have much time left.
This Zhou Youfu is not going to let her stay peacefully until tomorrow. She has to find a way to escape before he returns!
The pigsty was so dark you couldn't see your hand in front of your face; it was completely sealed off.
Jiang Wanqiu struggled to her feet and reached for the iron gate. The back of the gate was smooth, clearly indicating that it could only be opened from the outside.
She fumbled around, trying to find a weapon to defend herself, even if it was just a stone or a stick.
After an unknown amount of time, the door lock clicked open.
Zhou Youfu's tall figure blocked the doorway. He wasn't holding a lamp, but in the sparse moonlight, Jiang Wanqiu could see his eyes glowing green.
He looked at Jiang Wanqiu, who was huddled in the corner, her clothes disheveled, her hair sticking to her cheeks, exuding an air of wretchedness that only made her appear more pitiful, and suddenly sneered.
"Little wench, have you figured it out yet?" He approached step by step. "If you dare disobey, I'll teach you a lesson today!"
Jiang Wanqiu sneered, "Come on over if you dare."
"I didn't expect you to be so stubborn, you little thing!"
Just as Zhou Youfu pounced on her like a hungry wolf, Jiang Wanqiu suddenly grabbed what she had just groped in the dark—a broken wooden bucket, half full of sticky pig manure and swill—and threw it hard over the man's face!
"Ah—! You fucking want to die!"
Zhou Youfu was drenched from head to toe, and the disgusting smell went straight to the top of his head. He subconsciously closed his eyes to wipe the filth off his face, but on instinct, he grabbed Jiang Wanqiu's sleeve tightly with one hand.
With a thought, Jiang Wanqiu instantly produced a small metal spray bottle in her other hand.
Without hesitation, she slammed the showerhead down onto Zhou Youfu's mouth, nose, and eyes, which were right in front of her!
"Sizzle—!"
A strong, pungent fumes billowed out!
This is a specially made industrial-grade potion that she found in her space; its effects are incredibly rapid!
Zhou Youfu took only one breath and felt as if his throat and nasal cavity were on fire, extremely spicy, and his eyes were so stinging that he couldn't open them at all. Tears and snot instantly covered his face!
"What is that!" he screamed, letting go of his hand and frantically rubbing his face.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Jiang Wanqiu slipped past him like an eel, rushed out of the pigpen, and slammed the small iron gate shut behind her!
She quickly wrapped the outer chain tightly around her and then fumbled to insert the bolt.
Inside the pigsty, Zhou Youfu couldn't see anything.
After the spicy and stimulating sensation subsided, a surge of pent-up anger suddenly rose within him.
The fire almost burned his internal organs, and at the same time, a terrifying illusion appeared in his mind.
If he can't release his pent-up emotions, he'll explode and die instantly!
But the woman in the pigsty had already fled. He rushed to the iron gate and scratched at it in vain for a while. After finding that the iron gate could not be opened from the inside, he finally changed his target to the only living thing in the pigsty that could move - the old sow.
Immediately afterwards, Jiang Wanqiu heard a terrified, shrill scream that sent chills down her spine.
The scream was filled with pain and fear, completely unlike his usual howls.
She was startled and, by the light of the cold moonlight, carefully examined the spray bottle in her hand that had saved her life.
The bottle was printed with a line of small print: Super Powerful Aphrodisiac Spray (For Livestock).
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