"Officers, please release me first. As long as you give me evidence that Ling Huanwu cheated on me, I will immediately confess, admit that I was the mastermind, and admit that I had someone buy those drugs for me!"
"However, once I release the evidence, you must also arrest that slut Ling Huanwu!"
Song Yaoyao pointed at Ling Huanwu and spoke through gritted teeth.
Regardless of whether she gets arrested or imprisoned, she has to drag Ling Huanwu down with her.
In this day and age, having extramarital affairs is far more serious than her damaging crops.
She wanted Ling Huanwu to suffer the same torment she had in her previous life.
The two police officers exchanged a glance, nodded, and released their grip on Song Yaoyao.
If she can simply plead guilty, they wouldn't mind waiting a little longer.
Ling Huanwu turned her head to look at the suitcases that her parents had placed in the room, and felt a pang of panic in her heart, her face turning pale.
She could already guess what kind of evidence Song Yaoyao was referring to.
"It's alright, Huanwu, I believe you!"
Zhou Jiuzhen held her cold hand tightly, trying to give her a sense of security.
Her mother-in-law also put her arm around her shoulder and encouraged her.
When Song Yaoyao pulled a stack of black and white photos from Ling's father's suitcase and scattered them in front of everyone, the crowd inside and outside the house fell into a deathly silence.
Ling Huanwu stared at the black and white photo of herself on the ground, her mind went blank, and she felt her vision blur.
The surrounding sounds seemed to disappear in that instant.
The agonizing two weeks she endured were vivid in her mind again, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.
In the photos on the ground.
Ling Huanwu was soaking wet and tied to the small bed. Her face showed a suppressed and painful expression, just like when she was being humiliated, which made people think of all sorts of things.
Even the mother-in-law and Zhou Jiuzhen stared blankly at the photos, their faces full of confusion and shock.
Ling Huanwu glanced around at the expressions of the people around her as they looked at the photos.
There was shock, mockery, amusement, and disdain.
Looking at their expressions, her world seemed to be spinning and collapsing.
What they didn't know was how helpless she felt in the photo, and how much she wanted to die immediately.
She was tied to the bed, and Qin Jinshen ordered several embroiderers he had hired to take finger-length needles and pierce her toenails one by one.
They kept pricking the finger until the entire fingernail fell off, then the embroiderers stopped and started pricking another finger, turning the fingernail over again.
Throughout the entire process, Qin Jinshen had a film camera set up, just to record her painful expression.
She was in excruciating pain, but she was afraid that these photos would be sent to her grandfather, who was seriously ill in the hospital at the time. She tried her best to bite her lip to suppress the earth-shattering pain and not let her heart-wrenching screams escape from her throat.
However, Song Yaoyao used these photos of her suppressing her pain as evidence to slander her.
Ling Huanwu originally thought that her parents had no idea about the suffering she had endured in the Ling family.
Looking back now, those two people were also misled and spread rumors by Song Yaoyao when they saw the photos, thinking that she was a shameless woman.
Her parents, who caused her so much pain, still keep these photos that could destroy her.
Everyone's gaze was like knives scraping against her.
Ling Huanwu stood there stiffly, as if all her strength had been drained away.
It felt like a rusty copper lock had been stuffed into my throat, scraping against my flesh with every swallow.
My fingernails dug deep into my palms, but it was nothing compared to the sharp, stabbing pain in my chest.
She had thought her heart was no longer capable of pain.
But the knives stabbed by those closest relatives still have barbs, and when they are pulled out, they also gouge out the whole heart.
Qin Jinshen, who had been secretly observing the progress of the plan from outside the crowd, couldn't help but twitch when he heard about the photos and pushed his way through the crowd.
He was struck dumb when he saw the photos on the ground.
He never expected that the two beasts still kept the photos he had sent to Ling's parents back then.
And Song Yaoyao actually used these photos to slander her.
Qin Jinshen turned to look at Ling Huanwu, who was in a daze. His heart ached as if it were being slowly tortured, and he couldn't breathe. He wished he could slap himself ten times.
He opened his mouth, tears welling up in his reddened eyes, and was about to speak when the woman's words exploded like a thunderclap in the crowd.
"That's right, I am a slut!"
The woman's voice sounded as if it were being rubbed by sand, each note a tearful lament.
Tears welled in her eyes, but her gaze was firm and resolute as she met the astonished stares of everyone present.
In front of everyone, Ling Huanwu sat on a bench and took off her cloth-soled shoes, revealing her small and delicate feet.
"Why am I considered a 'broken shoe'?"
"Because I have broken feet!"
Amidst everyone's puzzled gazes, she gently pried open the nail plate of her big toe, revealing the bare, nailless flesh underneath.
Next comes the second toe, the third toe, and so on down to the nail plate of the little toe.
Everyone stared in horror at the bare, toenail-free little feet.
Even Song Yaoyao, who had originally wanted to see Ling Huanwu make a fool of herself, retreated in fear and covered her mouth to prevent herself from screaming.
Ling Huanwu placed her toenails one by one on the table, and calmly opened her mouth as if telling someone else's story.
She recounted how her parents had fabricated evidence to force her to take the blame for their adopted daughter and hand her over to their enemy.
In her previous life, she felt it was shameful to say these things to others.
What right do children who are not loved by their parents have to expect sympathy from others?
But now, given a second chance at life, she only wants to live an honest and upright life.
She picked up a photo from the ground, a relieved smile playing on her lips. "This photo was taken when my first toenail was ripped off. At that moment, I thought I wished I could just die right then and there..."
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