Chapter 106 The real torture has just begun! Chief Fu's methods of torturing people!
"Grandpa, I no longer like Fu Yanshen. I don't want to use Xia Mian to get close to Fu Yanshen either; it would be an insult to her. I just want her to get better soon!"
Song Tianxue spoke slowly and deliberately, as she always respected her grandfather and rarely spoke to him in this tone.
Old Master Song frowned, very displeased. "Do you even know what you're saying?"
"Of course I know, Xia Mian is my benefactor! I will not allow anyone to humiliate her, slander her, or hurt her!" Song Tianxue was not afraid of her grandfather's displeasure at all. "If you ever have any thoughts that are detrimental to her in the future, I will be the first to stop you!"
After saying that, she stopped looking at her grandfather and left.
"You really think you're all grown up now?" Old Master Song scolded angrily. "You good-for-nothing! You can't even handle a man!"
Upon hearing this, Song Tianxue turned around and stared intently at Old Master Song. "You talk as if you can handle it. If you could handle it, we younger generation wouldn't need to go to such lengths to please Fu Yanshen."
Grandpa Song was so angry that he glared and raised his hand to hit Song Tianxue.
Song Tianxue showed no fear. "Hit me, hit me all you want. Grandpa, don't make me look down on you. I feel that I live not just for the favor of a man, but also for other things."
"You have no regard for the Song family at all!" Old Master Song glared at her angrily. "I'm doing all this for the Song family, for the glory of the Song family! If you were still a member of the Song family, you would have a sense of crisis as a member of the Song family. You are sacrificing for the Song family! You are not trying to please a man!"
"No matter how grandly you package this matter, or how much you stake the Song family's honor, it won't change its essence: it's just groveling and trying to curry favor with Fu Yanshen." Song Tianxue's lips curled into a mocking smile. "From now on, let Song Weiwei go ahead and try to please him. I'm not going to play along anymore!"
Her straight back carried the arrogance ingrained by her privileged upbringing; she slightly raised her chin, her eyes slightly red.
“Grandpa, my parents gave me a good education from a young age. I was able to get into Mingcheng University smoothly, instead of going abroad in disgrace to get a superficial degree from a diploma mill and then coming back. I didn’t have to bend my back for a man.”
"I admit, I used to be vain and wanted to marry Fu Yanshen. After all, he is outstanding, both in terms of family background and appearance. But now I've thought it through. Rather than losing myself just to please him and get him to look at me, I'd rather not go!"
Tears rolled down her cheeks. Song Tianxue wiped them away and said nothing more, only stubbornly staring at Old Master Song.
Old Master Song sighed heavily. He was genuinely angry. Who in the entire Ming City, or even the entire Empire, wouldn't want to form a marriage alliance with the Fu family?
Song Tianxue's parents passed away two years ago. The thought of his deceased son and daughter-in-law made the old man feel sad and irritable.
"Get out of my way!"
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The sky was azure, and white clouds drifted gently by.
Xia Mian slowly opened her eyes and realized that she had been transferred from the ICU to a VIP ward without knowing when.
The ward is fully equipped, with not only a sofa and wardrobe, but also a refrigerator, microwave, and other daily necessities.
The bathroom has a clean and tidy shower room, making it convenient for patients to check in with peace of mind.
She surveyed her surroundings, her throat still burning and parched, almost burning. She forced herself to turn her head and neck, trying to take another look around.
The moment she made a movement, she heard a man's hoarse, familiar voice beside her, "Mianmian, you're awake?"
She can only move her eyes; any slight movement of her neck causes her pain.
"Is anything bothering you?" Fu Yanshen, who had been staying by her bedside, quickly stood up and bent down to look at Xia Mian's pale and heartbreaking face.
When their eyes met, Xia Mian was shocked to find that Chief Fu, who was always neat and tidy, had stubble on his beard and dark circles under his eyes. It was obvious that he hadn't rested well in the past two days.
However, his aura was not diminished by his haggard appearance; his unapproachable presence remained strong and intimidating.
She blinked, but couldn't make a sound; her small hands could only grip the man's large hand.
The twins had already gone to call the doctor, who quickly came over and examined Xia Mian. "Miss Xia is recovering well, there are no problems. Call me if you need anything."
Xia Mian lay on the bed, her back aching, but she knew that with stitches in her neck, she couldn't move or lift her head; lying down was the best thing for her wound!
"When can she eat again?" Fu Yanshen asked worriedly, looking at Xia Mian's face, which had become so thin in just two days.
"You can drink water tomorrow, but only a little bit," the doctor instructed. "You can drink some thin porridge in two more days."
Fu Yanshen's aching heart was ripped apart again.
She was so weak from her injuries that she couldn't eat...
He wished he could take her pain away.
The intense pain in my heart lingers and never fades.
She lies here, and he can do nothing!
No, he can do it!
A ruthless glint flashed in the man's eyes. Now that Mianmian had woken up, those who had hurt her should receive their due punishment.
He gave the orders directly to the guards.
Only two words: "Execution!"
In the dark dungeon, several men were imprisoned, their bodies almost entirely covered in wounds.
One man after another, covered in blood, were hanging upside down from the beams. These were the few remaining survivors of the mall hijackers, captured by the thugs.
"Smack!"
"Smack!"
The sound of whipping was incessant, leaving him covered in bruises, and their screams echoed throughout the prison cell.
"Please, kill me! Stop hitting me!"
After being soaked in salt water, the rattan whip becomes more than twice as flexible and is covered with a layer of small thorns. Each lash requires the strength of the whole body to strike. One lash will tear the skin and shrink the flesh, and the small thorns will dig into the flesh and tear off the blood and skin!
This pain is unbearable! I only regret not dying sooner!
A blond-haired man fainted from the pain, his head drooping limply.
But a bucket of boiling salt water splashed all over him!
The boiling hot salt water woke him up in pain; it scalded his entire body, causing spasms and convulsions.
It hurts so much!
He writhed in mid-air in agony, blood dripping down his body and meandering across the ground, leaving a large, glaring pool of bright red beneath him!
He couldn't take it anymore; he was so regretful that he wanted to kill himself on the spot.
If he had known that provoking Fu Yanshen, this living devil, would lead to such a terrifying end, he would only regret that he had followed his boss to rob the mall in the first place!
He hated even more why the boss and the man with the wolf tattoo had bothered with Fu Yanshen's woman! Their deaths would have ended everything, but for the rest of them, the real torment was just beginning…
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