Chapter 20: Force-feeding Alcohol

"Force-feed her alcohol."

At Chu Yehan's command, two underlings immediately came to Shi Yi's side. One grabbed her wet hair, forcing her to look up, while the other took a wine bottle, hooked Shi Yi's chin, and poured it down.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

Shi Yi let out a painful, choking cough, tears flowing uncontrollably. The spicy alcohol flowed down her throat like a dragon of fire, burning her internal organs. Shi Yi's stomach spasmed, and an intense urge to vomit hit her. But the underling had no intention of stopping, continuing to pour the alcohol into her mouth. Red wine flowed continuously from the corners of Shi Yi's mouth, down her jaw and neck, and into her collarbone.

"Brother, finished pouring."

The underling threw away the wine bottle in his hand, turned, and took another one from the table, "Do you want more?"

Seeing Shi Yi still in a half-dead, submissive state, the anger in Chu Yehan's heart intensified. He crossed his arms, his voice as cold as frost, "Continue."

The second bottle of alcohol was soon poured down. This time, Shi Yi didn't even have the strength to cough. Her expression didn't even change; the wine stained her pale lips, showing a glistening luster as it slid down her jawline.

Immediately after, it was the third bottle. Chu Yehan saw Shi Yi's waist sway, as if she couldn't stay kneeling, and the next moment her shoulders were lifted. She seemed to struggle to lower her eyelashes for a moment, but her chin was quickly lifted again, the bottle brought close. Chu Yehan even felt her eyes were losing focus.

"Brother Chu, do you want more?"

Chu Yehan didn't speak, and the underling assumed it meant not to stop, so he reached out and took the fourth bottle of alcohol.

"Cough... cough..." Shi Yi's brow furrowed. She was probably trying her best to hold back the coughing, her eyes appearing watery, coated with a thin layer of moisture.

Under the dim lights, Chu Yehan clearly saw a line of water slide from the corner of Shi Yi's eye.

The air was so quiet that a pin drop could be heard. Chu Yehan suddenly felt that every minute and every second was torture.

He once thought that torturing this person would make him happy and make him feel avenged. But at this very moment, there was not a trace of pleasure in his heart; instead, there was a feeling of being entangled by vines, as if an invisible hand had gripped his heart.

Just as the fifth empty wine bottle was thrown to the ground, and the underling reached out to grab the sixth bottle.

Suddenly, with a "bang," a chair was kicked away.

"That's enough."

Chu Yehan had already grabbed the wine bottle. The underling was so scared he shuddered all over and immediately let go, "Understood, Young Master Chu."

The moment the underling let go, Shi Yi's body went limp and she collapsed to the ground.

Her breathing was weak and chaotic, her eyes closed, as if she had passed out. Chu Yehan raised his leg and kicked her. Shi Yi's body curled inward, a thin line of blood trickling from the corner of her mouth.

"Heh, not dead yet."

Chu Yehan steadied himself in secret, then picked up the wine glass at his side and took a sip of wine, pretending to be calm.

"Leave her alone, let's continue playing!"

I don't know how much time passed, but Shi Yi slowly opened her eyes. What met her eyes was the luxurious crystal chandelier of the private room. The surroundings were eerily quiet, and the floor was a mess of cups and plates.

Shi Yi was the only one left in the room. She didn't know how long she had been unconscious.

Shi Yi braced her body and stood up with difficulty, her stomach suddenly giving a sharp pang.

She clutched her stomach, staggered to the restroom, and leaned over the toilet, vomiting uncontrollably. Stomach acid mixed with alcohol surged up from her throat, carrying specks of bright red. Shi Yi felt her brain buzzing, her vision a blur of white, as if she were about to vomit out her entire internal organs.

After about a quarter of an hour, Shi Yi finally stopped vomiting.

She went to the sink, rinsed her mouth simply, and washed her face. The mirror reflected a disheveled face, pale as a ghost, wet hair sticking messily to her temples. She was soaked through, and on her thin camisole remained streaks of red wine—traces of her being ravaged.

Shi Yi suddenly smiled—she didn't quite understand why Heaven still let her live?

Was living just to torture her over and over again?

However, since Heaven hadn't let her die yet, she couldn't die here today.

Shi Yi took a deep breath, pulled a tissue from the restroom, dried her hair inch by inch, put her shirt back on, buttoned it one by one, and walked out of the restroom.

"Dad, it's already 1:00 AM, you go back to your room and rest, I'll just wait here."

At this moment, the Shi family living room was brightly lit.

Shi Zhenyuan held a black whip, his face cold and livid, ignoring Shi Heng's persuasion, and said sharply:

"You don't need to worry about it, today I must discipline that girl! Let her know what it means to be humble!"

The next moment, with a "creak," the front door was pushed open.

A thin, frail figure walked in, limping.

"You still know how to come back!"

Seeing the half-dead figure of his second daughter, Shi Zhenyuan immediately became furious, "slapping" the table, "You look at the time, what time is it now?!"

Seeing the whip in Shi Zhenyuan's hand, Shi Yi's pupils contracted, her body curling into a ball almost instinctively, and she retreated to the corner of the wall.

"Dad? And... Brother, why haven't you gone to sleep yet?"

"You tell me why? Isn't it to see how late you're going to wander outside before coming back?! Shi Yi, you tell me clearly, what on earth did you go do today?!"

Shi Zhenyuan's voice hit Shi Yi's heart like a monstrous wave.

"I, I..."

She knew that she was covered in the smell of alcohol and looked disheveled, which was an undeniable fact, so she had to retreat to the next best thing: "I was in a bad mood today, so I went to a bar and had some wine..."

"Had some wine?! I think you went to fish for men!" The leather whip in Shi Zhenyuan's hand unfolded violently, waving in the air, "You come here!"

Shi Yi stood where she was, not daring to move. Shi Heng walked over and grabbed Shi Yi's arm, "Come here!"

However, the moment he grabbed Shi Yi's arm, Shi Heng felt his palm burn—Shi Yi's skin was abnormally hot.

A fever?

Two bright red handprints immediately appeared on Shi Yi's snow-white arm. She was dragged and pulled by Shi Heng to Shi Zhenyuan's front. Shi Yi's legs went weak almost instinctively, and she knelt on the ground like a submissive lamb.

"Dad... I was wrong. Please... punish me."

It was the first time Shi Zhenyuan had seen Shi Yi take the initiative to admit her mistake, but the anger in his heart did not dissipate; instead, he thought Shi Yi was deliberately provoking him, "Shi Yi, do you think I dare not hit you?!"

Saying this, he raised his arm and lifted the whip in his hand high.

A terrifying "swish" sound echoed in the air.

However, the next second, the whip in Shi Zhenyuan's hand did not land on Shi Yi's back, but was tightly gripped by a pair of large hands.

"Wait a moment!" ===== CHAPTER 21 =====