Chapter 50: Torture Photos: Cruel Punishment
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Deep sleep one second, eyes suddenly open the next.
Blackout curtains blocked out the sky, making it impossible to distinguish between day and night.
The violent heartbeat shatters the beautiful dream.
What did he dream about?
The cheetah bit the back of the antelope's neck and brought it back to its exclusive territory. However, it was not in a hurry to eat it. Instead, it teased the huddled little thing.
The soft feel makes it vibrate uncontrollably when touched by the palm.
He stumbled to his feet and ran into the bathroom.
After changing out of his sticky clothes, Chen Che regained his usual composure.
Du Yuanshan's assistant had been waiting in the living room for a long time. When someone she hadn't seen for several months appeared in front of her, she reacted a beat late: "...A Che?! Why are you back?" Du Yuanshan was injured, and she only told Shen Dahe about it.
Shen Che wiped his wet hair: "Director Shen gives an order, who dares not to obey."
"Sister Linlin, where is my mother?"
The assistant pointed to the front yard.
The Chen residence is adjacent to a scenic area. The unique drizzle of Jiangnan shrouds the white walls and black tiles. The dripping water under the eaves is like a row of transparent bead curtains. The drizzling rain washes away the dust and the bone-deep fatigue fades away.
In the front yard, the wheelchair creaked and left water marks. Du Yuanshan held up an oil-paper umbrella and hummed "A Thousand Years of Waiting".
Shen Dahe was pushing the wheelchair willingly in the drizzle.
"Push faster." She was playful, her injured leg raised high like an arrow on a navigation map, "Let's go for a spin in the backyard."
Shen Dahe said he was reluctant, but his actions were gentle and slow, and he took great care of the injured.
Meeting Chen Che's contemptuous gaze, the father gave his son a slap in the face. When he lowered his head to talk to his wife, he said in a sweet voice: "Wife, it's raining, let's go back to the house."
"Huh, our mom is playing in the backyard!"
He carefully corrected: "My mom is taking online classes."
"Not going to senior citizen university anymore?"
To be precise, Comrade Wang honorably withdrew from the senior citizens' university.
Her classmates at the senior citizens’ university don’t have as good family conditions as hers, but they brag about their grandsons marrying their granddaughters-in-law and talk about “four generations living under one roof” all the time.
Wang Guihua, who dropped out of school at an older age, has nothing to do at home.
Her husband, Shen Dajiang, Chen Che's grandfather, is responsible for the livelihoods of nearly 10,000 people in the group, and he also has to comfort his husband after work.
Well, Shen Dajiang asked his secretary to quickly find an online course teacher.
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Spring was slow to arrive, the backyard was extremely empty, and the crooked crown of the Podocarpus was a circle larger than Chen Che remembered.
The silver-haired old woman was leaning against the King Wu's chair in the pavilion, her narrow shoulders covered with a cashmere shawl.
After not seeing her for a few months, grandma has lost weight.
On such a wet and rainy day, the figure sitting alone in the pavilion looks lonely and desolate.
Shen Che felt a little sad and immediately quickened his pace.
He crossed the railingless curved bridge. The pool under the bridge was connected to the lake in the scenic area. Several red-gold koi fish came over in the dark green waves.
Chen Che stopped and met the koi's eyes, then suddenly—the koi sank into the water.
“…”
Even the fish dislike him.
"Stinky fish, wait." The curse penetrated into the water, leaving only ripples rising and falling.
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The pavilion is bustling with activity.
A mobile phone livestreaming stand, a ring-shaped device fill light... A new rosewood desk has been added to the pavilion, its surface cluttered with supplies unrelated to study. Essential oils, candles, raisins, osmanthus cakes... Two small charcoal stoves sit beneath the table.
Wang Guihua sighed, "It's so hot."
A girl's voice echoed from the screen: "Student Wang, it's too cold outside. Go to the study room next time."
"Okay, Teacher Xiaochi." Wang Guihua nodded repeatedly, looking like she was obeying orders.
His heart beat as if with a premonition, and he stopped walking. He stood under the pavilion where his grandmother couldn't see him, and listened around the corner with his ears perked up.
Wang Guihua is learning a foreign language with an online teacher. The teacher is very patient and speaks to Wang Guihua in that familiar, deep voice: "Anna squats, Anna squats, after Anna squats, Brian squats..."
The two of them played a name chain game in a lively atmosphere. Wang Guihua's English pronunciation had improved a lot compared to when she first started the class: "...Tom squats, Tom squats -"
"Squat down..." The old lady's mind was stuck for a second, "Jerry squat!"
"Hahaha!"
The girl's cheerful laughter echoed in the drizzle, like a magical soothing agent. The annoying raindrops turned into numbing threads, holding Chen Che's heart and leading him forward.
Wang Guihua: "Teacher Xiaochi, today's class is over. Can I chat with you for a few more minutes?"
"Of course."
One old and one young, coming and going.
The pavilion was located at a high point. The old lady had her back to Chen Che, who was pulling at the fence and standing on tiptoe to look up.
She pulled out a Hainan Huanghuali carved square box and presented it like a treasure: "Look, this prodigal grandson bought ginseng for 1.2 million yuan, and bought such a worthless thing!"
Chen Che's temples were throbbing: "..."
The girl on the screen didn't say anything.
In the ten seconds that were wasted, Chen Che was like a guilty suspect.
"He is filial to you."
Shen Che let out a breath.
"You can't buy something so expensive. We have money, but we can't afford to waste it." Wang Guihua said hurriedly, "Right, Teacher Xiaochi."
"The thought is what matters most. In his heart, you are more precious than the most precious ginseng."
"Teacher Koike is so good at talking!"
The girl's soft voice, mixed with the younger generation's coaxing intention to comfort the elderly, made every pore of Wang Guihua relax.
The topic ended with ginseng, and Chen Che suppressed the urge to go up and show himself. Would Teacher Xiaochi think he was a spendthrift?
In the pavilion, Wang Guihua stood up with her cell phone in hand.
Chen Che squatted down suddenly. Next to him was a moss-covered step, and under his feet was a crack in the stone with a few grass sprouts. He plucked the grass sprouts away.
Frustrated.
Wang Guihua waved her hand and showed another thing that made Chen Che even more upset.
The pavilion occupies a high point in the backyard, and the girl in the video call is looking over from this height.
She guessed that Wang Guihua came from a wealthy family. In H City, where every inch of land is valuable, how could she have such a spacious villa with a backyard?
Despite the continuous rain, the sky above the video was the sky of her hometown. Even though it was a grayish scene, it still caught her gaze without blinking.
"Did you see that half-dead Podocarpus tree?"
The girl nodded.
The shape of the Podocarpus carylae was strange, with only half of the crown visible and the other half bare. The trunk was cut off by the gardener. She thought it was the owner's unique preference. Rich people do not follow the beaten path, and the things they like are always unique.
Wang Guihua: "My grandson did it."
The person on the other end of the phone uttered an "Ah," and then muttered, "I thought it was struck by lightning."
His heart sank, and Chen Che could no longer squat.
"I'd rather be!"
“…”
It was quiet all around, and the rain seemed to be falling at 0.5 times the speed.
The mischievous little kid who was so obsessed with watching the fantasy drama insisted on performing a scene of a monk overcoming a thunder tribulation.
Purple thunder descended from the sky, and the monk vomited blood and knelt on the ground.
The little brat lit a fire and burned the Podocarpus.
"His grandfather spent over a million to buy the Podocarpus tree. It took more than three years to successfully establish itself after relocation." Wang Guihua recounted the old story as if it had just happened yesterday. "That brat used his grandfather's collection of wood carvings and calligraphy and paintings as kindling and set the tree on fire."
"Teacher Xiaochi, tell me, is there anyone who wants my grandson in this style?"
Teacher Xiaochi scratched his head and couldn't bring himself to say anything to support him: "He's still young, I've read immortal cultivation novels before."
"So you can burn trees?! And imitate a lightning strike?!"
"That won't happen..."
"He's not smart!" Wang Guihua was angry. The wood carvings made by Dasun were custom-made by famous artists, and the calligraphy and paintings were bought by the old man from an auction house.
Teacher Xiaochi couldn't help with other people's family affairs, so he could only follow the old lady's words and say: "Well...it really doesn't work."
"Alas, my grandson is a fool."
"Um...idiot."
One old and one young, all in declarative sentences, they listed the crimes in front of Shen Che.
What a cruel punishment! He almost suffocated.
Perhaps because the statement was too bland, Teacher Koike's mind raced, and she suddenly threw a question: "Didn't your grandson get punished?"
The earth stopped spinning again.
An asteroid entering low-Earth orbit, a Trisolaran fleet locking onto Earth's coordinates...any of them will do, please, just blow up the Earth!
Wang Guihua said disdainfully, "Then his father hung him on a tree and beat him with a belt. Look, that osmanthus tree. The brat's buttocks are all covered in belt marks."
"Ah? Don't break it."
"I stayed in bed for a month."
Teacher Xiaochi was worried about the troublemaker: "A verbal warning is enough. The whipping with the belt was too harsh. Can the kid's butt take it?"
"Hahaha! Mr. Koike, I have photos of him being tortured. Do you want to see them?"
It was hard to refuse Teacher Koike’s kindness.
Wang Guihua said happily, "Don't hang up", went down to the other end of the pavilion, and ran into the main building of the villa with steps more vigorous than those of Olympic athletes.
Chen Che's brain was deprived of oxygen after squatting on the ground for a long time. He wanted to stand up, but his legs felt weak.
At that time, Du Yuanshan was filming in another place. Mrs. Wang sympathized with the young master's situation. In order to report to Du Yuanshan from multiple angles and in all aspects, the loyal Mrs. Wang took out her camera and took pictures of the young master who was crying loudly.
His "torture photos" have both front and back photos.
Not only was her butt naked, but also some unspeakable parts were exposed.
Chen Che was anxious. Respect was not important at this moment. He lifted his weak feet. Suddenly, stars spun in front of his eyes. He leaned against the wall to ease the discomfort.
"Hey, son, what's wrong? Why did you faint?"
"Hasn't the jet lag reversed?"
Du Yuanshan, who had just stepped off the folding bridge, nimbly jumped out of the wheelchair and stood on one leg: "Hurry, hurry, give him a seat."
Shen Dahe used brute force to push his son into the wheelchair.
"Hurry, I want to go to grandma's room!"
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From Chi Leyou's perspective, the scene changed rapidly. Just now there were small bridges, flowing water, pavilions and terraces, but now he had entered the interior of a modern villa.
The villa has been renovated in recent years and was carefully built by a famous designer, retaining the ancient Chinese style while incorporating modern smart home into it.
Wang Guihua walked quickly, and the smart ambient lights lit up one by one as she walked. She walked into the indoor elevator and excitedly said to Chi Leyou, "I hid the photos in the safe. My grandson has looked through the family album several times."
She gave him a sly smile.
Chi Leyou put herself in his shoes. If her family had such a miserable photo, she would definitely condemn the person who beat him and secretly keep the photo away.
How many decisive moments can there be in life?
Ding ding ding, the safe door opened.
"Got it! Hahaha..." Wang Guihua's wrinkles smoothed out with laughter, "Teacher Xiaochi, look."
"Grandma! Grandma!!" The grandson's shouts came from downstairs.
"Eh? Why does this voice sound like my grandson?" Wang Guihua walked hurriedly to the window with a photo in her left hand and a mobile phone in her right hand.
She wiped her eyes.
In the entire villa, from her son and daughter-in-law to her aunts, no one told her that her grandson had returned.
This is a surprise carefully collected by the family.
"Hey! Look who's back!" The old man's voice trembled, and huge fireworks exploded in his heart, at the level of a fireworks show.
Chi Leyou was infected by her happiness and said congratulations with a smile.
"Teacher Xiaochi, those are my son and daughter-in-law. The one in the wheelchair is my grandson!" Wang Guihua reacted quickly and shouted into the distance, "You little bastard, why are you trying to steal your mother's wheelchair?!"
The phone screen was opened sideways, revealing only a tilted corner of the backyard.
The lens is out of focus and I don’t know where it is fixed.
The rain had stopped long ago, and the wind from my hometown blew through the screen, gently blowing away the loneliness of a foreign country.
The camera focused briefly, and she saw the decisive moment.
In the distance, a middle-aged man was holding a beautiful woman with one hand. In front of them was a wheelchair with a young man sitting in it. Three figures, tall and short, were closely connected, like a delicious sandwich.
Ah, what a happy family! She was so envious.
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