Chapter 68: Leng Wanqiu Tortures Chen Xi!

That pair of black women's leather shoes.

The size was large; though the ankles were very pale, they were also very fat.

Such a distinctive mark.

Chen Xi's eyes turned bloodshot; he instantly recognized the owner of these shoes!

Leng Wanqiu!

The woman who had supported him financially since childhood, from high school through university, and provided him with abundant material aid.

Logically speaking, Leng Wanqiu was Chen Xi's benefactor.

But Chen Xi had never felt gratitude toward Leng Wanqiu; he enjoyed the money she provided, even her power and influence.

Yet Chen Xi had always looked down on Leng Wanqiu, believing a woman like her was unworthy of being called a woman.

He had mocked Leng Wanqiu in his heart countless times—she was simply too fat—and her affection for him became the very capital he used to despise her.

Though he outwardly feigned pity for Leng Wanqiu, showing no disdain for her bulky figure, inwardly he felt no gratitude whatsoever, believing everything he received was earned by his own wit.

This was an equal exchange.

Chen Xi provided emotional value.

Leng Wanqiu provided her money and power.

A clown like Leng Wanqiu.

No matter how high her status, others might bow to her face, but behind her back, who knew what they said?

What Chen Xi did was make Leng Wanqiu believe he genuinely cared for her, without the slightest disdain.

But now, Leng Wanqiu had stormed into Chen Xi's home, seized him, and forced his head down onto the floor, making him experience the humiliation of being pinned beneath her weight.

The valve of Chen Xi's rage burst open.

Within this overwhelming flood of rage lurked deep fear.

No matter how much Chen Xi looked down on Leng Wanqiu, he knew her power was utterly beyond his ability to resist—he was now fish on a chopping block, at her mercy.

Chen Xi roared, his voice fierce but hollow:

"Why! Leng Wanqiu, I loved you so much—why are you treating me like this?!"

I have to say, Chen Xi's basic IQ is still online.

He knew he was no match for Leng Wanqiu.

While venting his rage, he instantly positioned himself on the moral high ground.

He did not vent his anger mindlessly.

Because he said, "I loved you so much—why are you treating me like this?" not, "How dare you treat me like this, Leng Wanqiu?"

Too bad.

Since Chen Xi understood Leng Wanqiu, he should have known that once this woman made up her mind, nothing would change it.

Her heart was hard, and she was no fool.

Leng Wanqiu had no interest in arguing.

Watching Chen Xi still putting on a show, Leng Wanqiu gently placed one foot on his hand, then shifted her full weight down.

Two hundred and fifty jin was no joke.

The sole of the leather shoe was unusually hard.

A piercing pain shot through his right hand.

"Ah!"

Accompanied by a shrill, blood-curdling scream.

Chen Xi felt his right hand was ruined!

But Leng Wanqiu was still pressing harder!

Watching Chen Xi, tears and snot streaming down his face, Leng Wanqiu felt an intense surge of pleasure—unprecedented, exquisite delight bloomed within her.

It's not always right to build happiness on another's suffering.

But it's so damn satisfying!

Especially seeing a bastard suffer!

And especially causing that bastard's suffering yourself!

Chen Xi was going mad; though poor since childhood, he had always relied on his puppy-dog looks to win sympathy and lived off others' generosity—raised in comfort, pampered all his life.

For these past few years, Leng Wanqiu had given him a prince's lifestyle—how could he endure such pain?

The pain surpassed his threshold.

Soon, Chen Xi lost all reason.

He screamed curses, spewing filth without end.

Hearing this, Leng Wanqiu did not grow angry—instead, she smiled.

She pressed harder with her foot, turning his curses back into screams.

"Though I long ago confirmed your character, seeing you finally tear off your mask has resolved the last lingering doubt in my heart."

"From now on, no matter what I do, I can do so without guilt."

Leng Wanqiu's cold words fell like ice.

Fear overcame Chen Xi's rage.

What did Leng Wanqiu mean by that?

Did she intend to kill him?

This was a harmonious society!

Chen Xi frantically begged:

"Sister Wanqiu, let me go!"

"I was wrong! It hurt so much that I couldn't help cursing you!"

"Forgive me! Forgive me!"

"Step on me instead! Step on my other hand if you want!"

"What on earth did I do wrong… boohoo…"

Chen Xi's pinned-down head suddenly erupted with shocking strength, so much so that even the burly giant Leng Wanqiu had brought along could barely hold him down.

He kowtowed wildly.

In the face of an overwhelming will to live, all dignity was thrown to the wind; even the searing pain became bearable.

His adrenaline was maxed out, his sense of pain completely numbed.

A thoughtful look crossed Leng Wanqiu's face.

"You want me to step on your other hand?"

"Isn't that a bit… not great?"

"You're so pathetic, it makes me feel like stepping on you is actually rewarding you…"

If those words had come from An Yinuo, or Lin Weiwei, or even Song Wanrou, there'd be some credibility to them.

But when they came out of the mouth of the two-hundred-and-fifty-pound Leng Wanqiu… it was really hard to comment.

A conflicted look crossed Leng Wanqiu's face.

Perhaps she recalled that, after all, she had known Chen Xi for several years now.

She had sponsored him for so long; some affection still remained.

"Then I'll grant you this presumptuous request."

"Just this once."

Having said that—

Leng Wanqiu brought her foot down hard on Chen Xi's intact left hand!

Pain!

But he had to endure it!

The sudden, searing agony made Chen Xi clench his jaw so hard he nearly bit through his own tongue; blood kept streaming from the corners of his mouth.

Chen Xi felt his head burning hot, and somehow didn't feel that much pain.

He only prayed for everything to end quickly.

And so, riding on the massive surge of adrenaline brought on by his desperate will to live, he somehow bore it.

Leng Wanqiu sighed:

"Don't be like that, it's no fun at all this way."

Chen Xi, tongue bleeding and words slurred, said: "Sister Wanqiu, please—even if I did something wrong, something that upset you—tell me what I did wrong… won't you?"

Leng Wanqiu laughed.

She suddenly found herself somewhat admiring Chen Xi.

No wonder he'd been able to fool her for so long.

Even now, he was still playing pitiful, still playing innocent?

Leng Wanqiu crouched down, grabbed a fistful of Chen Xi's hair, and forced him to lift his head and look at her.

Gazing into Chen Xi's pitiful, doe-like eyes, unable to detect a trace of resentment, Leng Wanqiu clicked her tongue in spite.

"Chen Xi, you've got some real skill."

"Being a good actor is a talent in itself!"

"Let me ask you."

"In your heart, aren't you always calling me a fat old hag?"

"Didn't you spend my money, waste my feelings, and plan to kick me to the curb the moment you found your next mark? Let me guess—you've already found your next one, haven't you?"

The moment those words left her mouth, cold sweat poured down Chen Xi's back!

His conscience was screaming!

(End of chapter)