Chapter 65: You Never Did It For My Own Good
Zhou Manxiang truly couldn’t take it anymore; the nausea made her dizzy and disoriented. In the next second, she unexpectedly mustered a bit of courage and bit down hard with her teeth, aiming with the intent to bite off his toe.
“Hiss… Ah!! Fuck—!”
The sudden, piercing pain shot straight to his heart. The scar-faced man couldn’t help but let out a tragic scream. He tried to pull his toe out of the woman’s mouth, but unexpectedly, it was bitten tightly.
“Damn bitch, let go! It hurts like hell!”
The harder he shook his foot, the tighter his toes were bitten. The pain forced him to slump onto the floor as he yelled at the underling holding the dog leash, “Quick, get her off me!”
“Okay, okay, okay, boss, don’t worry. I’ll kick her away right now!” The green-haired thug hurriedly dropped the leash, walked to the front, grabbed Zhou Manxiang by the hair, and kicked her viciously in the face. The force was so great it seemed like he wanted to shatter her skull.
“Damn, you got bitten?! That’s hilarious! Looks like this cheap woman is not only rich and arrogant, but also a shrew!”
“Bro, why are you using your feet? You don’t know how to cherish a woman at all. If you ask me, you should pin her to a bed and fuck her to death, making her so soft she can’t even bite!”
“Right, right, right, I agree. Let’s play like that!”
The crowd continuously jeered, and those unbearable, obscene words came crashing down like an overwhelming tide, each wave higher than the last.
Having been kicked consecutively several times, Zhou Manxiang’s head buzzed, and her body went numb from the pain. Listening to that rough voice cursing at her, she dared to be angry but didn’t dare to speak.
Blood continuously flowed from the corners of her mouth. Having been kicked to the ground, she spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm from her throat, her eyes glaring fiercely at the scar-faced man who was wiping the blood off his toe.
“Oh ho, you stinky bitch, you still dare to glare at me? Look at what you’ve done to my toe! It hurts like hell! Not kicking you to death is already showing you mercy! And you actually dare to look at me like that!”
The scar-faced man put down his leg, cursing under his breath. He then grabbed a rusty pair of pliers. A grotesque smile hooked the corners of his lips, and his tone carried a trace of excitement and sinister menace:
“Dare to bite me, huh? Let’s see if I don’t pry your teeth out so you can have a good bite, bite to your heart’s content! You think I can’t deal with you?!”
Hearing these words, Zhou Manxiang’s face turned deathly pale. Her entire heart felt as if it had dropped into ice water, turning cold from head to toe. Her whole body stiffened as she lay prone in a pile of vomit, shaking her head desperately and begging for mercy.
She clamped both hands tightly over her mouth, her eyes filled with despair and terror. It was a panic that stemmed from the depths of her soul. She had cried so much that her eyes could no longer shed tears.
Watching the pliers and the man’s ferocious face getting closer and closer, Zhou Manxiang knew she truly couldn’t escape this time. She instinctively covered her mouth tightly, but it was completely useless.
The green-haired thug straddled her slender back, his robust and ugly body pressing down heavily on her.
Then, he grabbed both of her arms with his hands and forcefully pried them away from her lips. He chuckled darkly, looking at the woman’s desperate but futile struggles. It went without saying how smug he felt; the inner thrill was intense and exhilarating.
He shifted his hips back and forth, secretly marveling at how soft Zhou Manxiang’s body was, and shouted impatiently, “Boss, I’ve got her pinned down! Do it quickly! Let her taste your power! To actually dare bite you, she must be tired of living!”
“Stinky bitch, falling into my hands today is your bad luck. I will treat you very well and make you feel so ‘good’.”
The scar-faced man pinched her face, completely ignoring her struggles, and forcefully pried her mouth open. Looking at that row of mostly white, slightly yellowed teeth, he curled his lip.
“Which one should I pull first? Let’s go with the front teeth! With both of them gone, you’ll leak air when you speak. How amusing would that be~”
After speaking, he first tapped Zhou Manxiang’s teeth with the iron pliers, frowning deeply at the stench of her bad breath. His face was full of disgust, but the other party didn’t seem cooperative, clenching her teeth tightly.
This behavior completely infuriated the already short-tempered and impatient man. He backhanded a grip into her hair and dragged her head, smashing it forcefully against the floor. The loud bang, bang sounds echoed until he had smashed her head to the point of drawing blood.
Zhou Manxiang was now completely dizzy and disoriented. Her vision was blurry, covered in something sticky, as blood dyed her entire face. Her tightly clenched teeth gradually loosened.
She didn’t even have the ability to think anymore. The continuous torture made her look like a dead person unable to resist, leaving only her nose gasping for air.
Seeing the right moment, the scar-faced man pried her mouth wider and immediately shoved the cold, hard pliers inside. He clamped onto one of the front teeth that had bitten his toe, applied more force, and violently yanked several times, but failed to pull it out.
“Spit, damn it, this dead bitch’s teeth are so firm!”
He spat a disgusting glob of yellow phlegm onto Zhou Manxiang’s face, then changed to a better angle and continued.
The scar-faced man opened the pliers again. With a strained grunt, he gripped the pliers with both hands and used all the strength in his body to finally uproot the front tooth entirely. Tearing away with blood threads and gum tissue, it fell onto the floor nearby.
At this moment, blood from the incisor continuously slid down the corner of the woman’s mouth, looking gruesome and shocking.
The spectating crowd let out a collective gasp; they had never seen such a violent scene in real life before. They clapped and cheered, and some, feeling that pulling one wasn’t enough, sadistically suggested prying out her entire mouthful of teeth.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhh…!!!”
Zhou Manxiang’s tragic scream, like that of a slaughtered pig, echoed throughout the private room. It made the originally somewhat quiet air become restless. Even the guests who were previously gambling raised their heads to look over.
She lay on the floor wailing in agony, her face already swollen like a pig’s head. Her body twisted and convulsed non-stop on the ground, and her complexion flushed the color of pork liver.
Such heart-piercing, bone-scraping pain instantly shocked her dazed mind awake. A massive amount of blood suddenly gushed from her lips, dyeing the front of her clothes red.
The scar-faced man burst into a hearty, roaring laugh. Looking at the front tooth clamped in the pliers, his eyes filled with malice and ruthlessness as he barked, “This is the consequence of messing with me!”
The green-haired thug shuddered, frightened by the sight of the man’s bloody face and maniacal laughter, terrified that the pliers in his hand would be aimed at his own mouth next.
He forced himself to stay calm, but his voice was still nervous, “B-Boss is right! Who dares to disobey!”
Outside the fray, Jian An cried and screamed until his heart tore and his lungs split. He watched the entire process unfold right before his eyes but could do absolutely nothing.
He couldn’t imagine how much it would hurt for a person to have their teeth forcibly pulled out while fully conscious, without any anesthesia. It would be a pain worse than death.
Zhou Manxiang was no longer young; her blood pressure often spiked, and her body was somewhat frail.
Furthermore, ever since he was able to work and earn money, she had grown accustomed to living a pampered life at home, always having her clothes handed to her and food brought to her mouth. Suffering such torture and pain so suddenly, how could she possibly take it? How could she endure it?!
Jian An suddenly felt his throat gradually going dry from crying, and his eyes turning completely red from dehydration.
He didn’t dare to sit still and await death for even a second longer. He turned his head to look at Ji Songting, repeating the same sentence countless times:
“Ji Songting, I’m begging you to go over and save my mom, please? She really can’t take this kind of abuse! I’ll listen to whatever you say, just help me this one time, okay?”
Hearing this, Ji Songting’s eyebrow raised slightly. He remained expressionless and unmoved, yet his pitch-black eyes held a bit of interest. He spoke coldly:
“How is it? Is it a good show? She’s never treated you well since you were young, right? Now, watching her get punished, do you feel a sense of relief, or perhaps a bit better?”
After asking, his face suddenly darkened, but the gloom lasted for barely a few seconds before he turned his head to look at Jian An again. His eyes were full of contempt, yet a faint smile hung on his lips as he said:
“I’m doing this for your own good, avenging the injuries you suffered one by one. Why would you ever think of saving her?”
“As expected, you arranged all of this!”
Jian An glared furiously at the impeccably dressed man before him, tears welling up in his eyes once more. He struggled with his arms a few times but was immediately gripped tightly by the driver again, forcing him to temporarily give up.
However, his voice was weak and trembling, like a remnant cloud scattered by the wind, revealing an endless desolation:
“You never do anything for my own good, you never have! Stop being so hypocritical…”
Even though this sentence, spoken as softly as a mosquito, sounded devoid of much confidence, Ji Songting couldn’t help but fall silent. His gaze seemed somewhat absent-minded and confused.
He didn’t understand why he had just said he was doing it for the other’s own good, nor could he recall whether, over all these years, he had ever truly treated Jian An well.
But from beginning to end, he firmly believed that this person did not deserve his kindness, not even a tiny bit.
As for his actions today, they were nothing more than for his own selfish desires, to exploit Jian An’s attachment to his family as a threat against the other’s desire to divorce him.
Ji Songting was very aware of Jian An’s feelings for Zhou Manxiang: never hitting back when struck, never cursing back when scolded, and always treating her with filial piety. This single weakness was enough for him to firmly imprison Jian An.
At the same time, he also wanted to know if Jian An was truly foolish beyond salvation, still able to feel compassion for the person who abused him, and still able to harbor absolutely no complaints.
However, looking at the man begging bitterly right now, he was indeed foolish beyond any point of return.
Yet, he simply didn’t want Jian An to get his wish. He wanted to watch that person kneel and beg for mercy, devoid of any dignity, crawling humbly at his feet, vowing to be of use to him for a lifetime.
Ever since Jian An woke up from the car accident, asked him for a divorce to his face, spoke to him with harsh words, changed his attitude, and was no longer submissive and compromising as before, he had felt inexplicably displeased. The desire to conquer in his heart grew stronger by the day.
There was absolutely no way he would allow Jian An and Shen Yunheng to elope to Jiangnan together, nor would he ever agree to a divorce!
Even just dreaming about it was not allowed.
Jian An suddenly stopped crying. His gaze stared resentfully at the person in front of him. For a moment, he actually felt that the man before him was hypocritical to the extreme. His voice carried a hoarse tremor:
“Why do you keep insisting that my mom hurt me? Saying it with such righteous conviction. Yes, she hit me and cursed me, ignored my life and death, and never treated me as a son…”
He paused and raised his face. “But she is my mom, after all. I accept my fate, and I won’t just sit back and watch…”
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