He saw it, did he know...?
Yu Qiao's breathing became rapid, her rosy lips lost their color, her pretty and delicate face suddenly became distorted, and her long black hair was blown away by the wind that rushed in.
A chilling and ruthless look, so unlike her usual self, appeared in her dark eyes, while her hands trembled.
Yu Qiao felt like she couldn't breathe, as if someone was choking her and she was about to suffocate. She stared at Chen Baozhu, not daring to turn around and look at Shen Zhao.
She was afraid that the young master would show her the same look of disgust and aversion as in her dream.
don't want……
Don't hate her.
She didn't do any of those things.
She's clearly the victim, so why threaten her with those things?
The blade that hurt her once again became the knife that pierced her self-esteem, trampling the dignity she had painstakingly erected underfoot once more.
Yu Qiao bit her lip in fear, her phoenix eyes turning bloodshot, and a strong sense of panic welled up inside her. At this moment, she even wanted to jump into the sea and escape from all of this.
Da, da, da
The sound of hurried footsteps grew louder and louder behind me.
Yu Qiao desperately tried to control her raging emotions, her voice trembling: "You, you don't come over!"
Before he could finish speaking, Shen Zhao quickened his pace, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her into a tight embrace.
With a "thud".
Yu Qiao's fingers, which she was holding, fell to the ground.
Overjoyed, Chen Baozhu reached out from the dog cage, desperately trying to hook and pick up the dog. The cage squeezed her face out of shape, and her small eyes gleamed with excitement.
There's still a chance. As long as she runs out and goes to the hospital, they can definitely put her finger back on!
Shen Zhao held Yu Qiao tightly, his whole body trembling. He looked down and saw Chen Baozhu struggling to touch his fingers. He pursed his lips, lifted his foot, and seemingly unintentionally stepped on those disgusting and filthy fingers.
"No—" Chen Baozhu screamed.
Shen Zhao's eyelashes trembled, and he raised his other foot, stepping on Chen Baozhu's palm before she could retract it, and crushing it forcefully.
"Cough cough cough..." He held Yu Qiao in his arms, his chest rising and falling slightly, and coughing sounds escaped from his mouth.
It was late autumn, and he was dressed in thin clothes, his whole body radiating coldness. Yu Qiao pressed her cheek against his cool neck, her expression one of astonishment and bewilderment: "Young Master..."
Shen Zhao pressed down hard on her waist, resting his head on her shoulder, his voice tense: "I'm sorry."
Yu Qiao was completely stunned.
She even forgot her fear. She had never seen Shen Zhao so repressed and self-reproachful before, like a delicate flower that had been scorched by the blazing sun and was on the verge of death.
Gone was his former nobility, willfulness, and arrogance; he appeared depressed, helpless, bewildered, and terrified.
Yu Qiao's heart tightened. She raised her hand to pat his back, but then realized her hands were dirty and covered in blood. She paused, her voice equally tense: "What's wrong?"
Shen Zhao sniffed, his slender body trembled, and he rubbed his head against her shoulder, choking back tears as he said, "I should have investigated you after I noticed something was wrong. Why did I have such a strong sense of boundaries? Why did I always feel that I shouldn't pry into your past? We're husband and wife, I should know everything about you. It's all because of my negligence..."
Yu Qiao's body stiffened instantly.
"I'm sorry, I should have found out sooner." Shen Zhao hugged her tightly again: "Otherwise, I wouldn't have scared you again, baby."
Yu Qiao even slowed her breathing.
He found out.
Knowing everything, he didn't hate her, nor did he show her the extreme disgust he had in his dream. Instead, he said to her, "I'm sorry."
Yu Qiao's thick eyelashes trembled, leaving a lingering shadow. She was also shivering with unease, and stammered as she tried to explain, "I haven't, I haven't done anything wrong."
"It wasn't my choice; to survive, I had no choice but to..."
They had no choice but to abandon their self-respect, crawl on the ground like dogs to eat, shrink into pigsties to fight with pigs for space to sleep, try their best to please everyone to avoid being beaten, and dare not cry out when they were beaten, because crying out would only result in being beaten even more severely...
She had no choice.
All she wanted was to live.
"I know." Shen Zhao's voice choked up again, as if a fishbone was stuck in his throat.
"Tick-tock"
Yu Qiao felt a chill on her neck. She tilted her head, raised her hand, and ran her fingertips across her neck. Her fingertips touched something wet—Shen Zhao's tears.
He never cries.
This was the first time that Shen Zhao, such a proud and unrestrained young master, had shed tears.
He shed many tears, all for her.
Yu Qiao gazed at the boundless sea in the distance. Scattered light shone through the door and fell on her, making her feel the warmth of the sun.
Suddenly, she didn't want to complain anymore.
All along, she had been complaining about why it had to be her, why she had to suffer all this? Why was she being tormented like this?!
Now, she suddenly feels grateful that she was the one who suffered all of this, that she was the one who was kidnapped back then, and not some other girl.
She was grateful that she had the courage to fight to the end and the tenacity to live, which enabled her to save herself from danger time and time again in moments of despair.
Yu Qiao took a deep breath, blinked, and then tugged at the corners of her lips, wrapping her arms around Shen Zhao's strong waist.
I don't resent it anymore.
At least she's still alive, and she still has Chen Zhao.
But she was still a little worried. She opened her mouth, but couldn't get the question out. So she asked him hesitantly, "Why are you crying?"
"Idiot." Shen Zhao's eyes were red from crying, and her voice was hoarse, like a beautiful little flower: "I'm heartbroken for you."
"I'm not dead yet."
Shen Zhao: ...
I almost forgot, his baby is a total straight girl!
Yu Qiao placed her hands on Shen Zhao's chest and gently pushed him away. Seeing the tear stains on his cheeks, she raised her hand to wipe them away.
She cupped his cheeks in her hands, a slight smile playing on her lips: "Why didn't you look this good when you cried last time?"
Did you cry last time?
The two of them had gone too far, and he was so excited that tears welled up in his eyes.
Shen Zhao's face suddenly flushed red, his peach blossom eyes filled with embarrassment, anger, and dissatisfaction. He gritted his teeth and was about to call out her name: "Yu! Qiao!"
"Hmm?" Yu Qiao tilted her head and stared straight at him.
Shen Zhao's breathing quickened; feeling uncomfortable under their gaze, he turned to look at Chen Baozhu and Zhuang Yaozu, his ear tips flushed bright red, and said, "Baby, they..."
Yu Qiao took a deep breath, but still felt insecure, her fingers curling up.
"Whether you are Yu Qiao or Yuan Jiang, I only know that you are my beloved, my wife." Shen Zhao held her hand tightly, his tone firm and resolute, his eyes still red.
“Baby, don’t be afraid to know all this. It’s not your fault. If I could, I would rather have suffered all of this myself.”
Bang, bang, bang
Yu Qiao's heart started pounding again, and her cheeks felt like they were on fire. She secretly glanced at Shen Zhaojin's slender waist.
He shook his head, saying uncharitably, "That won't do. If it were you, you'd probably be dead by now."
Shen Zhao was delicate and precious; even a simple cold or fever would cause a sensation at the hospital. She had been pampered with rare medicinal herbs since childhood.
If he gets caught and taken to Reed Village...
Yu Qiao thought about it seriously and realized that he must have died long ago, probably freezing to death within a year.
Shen Zhao saw through her thoughts and became dissatisfied again. His peach blossom eyes held a captivating charm mixed with annoyance as he glared at her, pinching the soft flesh of her cheek and saying angrily, "Yu! Qiao!"
"Let me out! Let me out!!" Chen Baozhu gasped for breath, frantically shaking the dog cage and screaming, "This is illegal imprisonment!"
"You're abusing good women! You'll be punished!!"
The sharp, piercing scream interrupted Yu Qiao and Shen Zhao. Yu Qiao stared blankly at Chen Baozhu, licked her lips, and said, "I almost forgot about you guys."
"Pah!" Chen Baozhu spat fiercely, then grabbed Shen Zhao's trouser leg, her expression shifting as she pleaded, "Shen Zhao, believe me, I am Yu Qiao's mother. Only I know her best. I've decided I won't lie to you..."
Shen Zhao squeezed Yu Qiao's hand, turned his head, and his dark peach blossom eyes flashed with a chilling coldness: "Baby, you are a girl, it's too rude of you to treat them like this."
"I'll teach you how to deal with bad people."
Yu Qiao was stunned for a moment: "Huh?"
Could it be that the delicate and charming Shen Zhao has even more sophisticated methods?
Chen Baozhu was dumbfounded.
According to her plan, shouldn't Shen Zhao immediately ask her what kind of person Yu Qiao is?
Then she added fuel to the fire and smeared Yu Qiao, saying that the arrogant young master would definitely look down on Yu Qiao, who was lowly and disabled in the countryside!
Why is this happening?!
Chen Baozhu roared, "You're all crazy! Yu Qiao is disabled; she doesn't have a spleen!"
"She doesn't even deserve to be a woman! She's infertile!"
Yu Qiao's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she couldn't help but cover her abdomen. Her face was pale, and a very dark memory came to mind.
Chen Baozhu's husband, Yu Zhendong, harbored improper thoughts about her and wanted to peep at her while she was bathing. She absolutely refused to allow it, so she pretended to accidentally poke Yu Zhendong's eye.
Enraged, Yu Zhendong and his entire family pinned her down and kicked her in the stomach until she vomited blood.
She was in so much pain that she almost fainted, and Chen Baozhu threw her into the icy river.
Chen Baozhu stood on the riverbank, chin held high, spitting out a disdainful sneer: "You little slut, you dare to accuse my man of peeping at you while you bathe? Don't you know your own limitations? Nobody would want to see you naked!"
"Stay here for a full three hours. If I find you sneaking away, I'll skin you alive!"
Later, the village's barefoot doctor said that her uterus was severely damaged and she would probably never be able to have children again.
It was simply damaged by Chen Baozhu's family.
Yu Qiao's fingertips trembled.
Shen Zhao rubbed Yu Qiao's head and told her, "Baby, it's okay, I'm here."
Yu Qiao blinked slowly, her eyes dry as she looked at him, like a small animal seeking protection.
She tried to draw warmth and a sense of security from Shen Zhao.
Shen Zhao looked at Chen Baozhu with a cold gaze, so cold it was almost icy, and his lips parted slightly: "Fang Jiaojiao."
"Hey! Young Master!" Fang Jiaojiao, who was squatting at the door counting whales, suddenly stood up and rushed in, her tall and strong figure like a small mountain.
Even though it was late autumn, he was still wearing a white vest and shorts, looking like a hooligan.
He ostentatiously displayed his bulging muscles, striking a few macho poses, and grinned, revealing eight pearly white teeth: "Leave all this to me!"
"Give me the dagger." Shen Zhao looked away.
“…Oh.” Fang Jiaojiao’s shoulders slumped down, and she pulled out a knife from behind her back and handed it to Shen Zhao.
Shen Zhao took it and released Yu Qiao.
He slowly walked to the dog cage, opened it, and roughly dragged Chen Baozhu out, pinning her to the ground.
Her peach-blossom eyes flashed with a chilling coldness: "Which foot kicked you?"
"Wh-what?" Chen Baozhu was being held down by Shen Zhao with one hand, but she was unable to move.
Her obese body resembled a pig about to die for the New Year, with a swollen and bruised face, and her left eye was gouged out, covered with a layer of eerie green blood that had scabbed over, making her look like a female ghost.
Shen Zhao stared intently, gripping his dagger tightly, and chuckled softly, "They should have all been kicked."
Chen Baozhu's eyes widened.
With a swift stroke, Shen Zhao severed her Achilles tendon.
Chen Baozhu fainted from the pain.
"You're already unconscious?" Shen Zhao chuckled, a hint of madness in his sickly, pale face. He raised his hand again, and his other leg was also severed.
"Ah!" Chen Baozhu woke up in pain.
Blood gushed out from her ankle, forming a large pool of dark red blood, filling the entire space with the stench of blood.
"No, no..." Zhuang Yaozu huddled in the dog cage, covered in cold sweat, his aged face twitching. He looked at Shen Zhao, who was gradually approaching and exuding a bloodthirsty aura, and felt as if he were facing a formidable enemy.
When someone suddenly barged in, Zhuang Yaozu thought there was still hope of escaping.
Unexpectedly, this person was just as ruthless as Yu Qiao!
Sever your Achilles tendon!
Zhuang Yaozu looked at Chen Baozhu, who was writhing on the ground in pain, in horror. For the first time in his life, he regretted that he shouldn't have kidnapped the daughter of a wealthy family.
If she were an ordinary person's daughter, none of these things would happen.
"Please, let me go! I didn't mean to! I just brought her along because she's pretty. I didn't know..." Zhuang Yaozu kowtowed on the ground, his face full of remorse.
A cold laugh escaped Shen Zhao's throat as he looked down at Zhuang Yaozu: "Even now, all you regret is why you kidnapped the daughter of a powerful family."
"Even if Yu Qiao is just Yu Qiao and not Yuan Jiang, she still has the absolute courage to kill you!"
"Even if she's from an ordinary family, you'll get your comeuppance."
Zhuang Yaozu's head throbbed, and he let out a trembling, broken scream: "I know I was wrong, I'll kowtow and apologize to you... Ah!"
The dog cage was kicked open, and Shen Zhao grabbed Zhuang Yaozu by the neck and threw him to the ground.
The sound of bones breaking and cries of pain rang out.
Yu Qiao stood behind Shen Zhao, staring blankly as Shen Zhao roughly severed the tendons in the feet and hands of the two men.
Zhuang Yaozu and Chen Baozhu were curled up together on the ground in pain.
The air, thick with the stench of blood, irritated Shen Zhao.
"Cough cough cough cough..." Shen Zhao covered his lips and coughed urgently, his slender body swaying.
"Young Master." Yu Qiao stepped forward to support him helplessly, her expression still a little dazed.
Shen Zhao coughed twice more, tenderly cupping her small face, his fair forehead pressed against Yu Qiao's. His usually seemingly drunken peach blossom eyes held a hidden murderous intent as he declared:
"Baby, people like them deserve to die."
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