in2ebook Chapter 634 Hidden Torture
Chapter 634 Hidden Torture
Like a backyard garden in a fairy tale kingdom, the joy continues.
The ribbons and balloons swayed gently in the breeze.
The children's laughter, like silver bells, filled every corner of the lawn.
An'an, dressed in a little suit, was chasing colorful bubbles with several other children.
Suddenly, a clown wearing rainbow-colored lantern pants emerged from behind the bushes.
With its red nose and exaggerated smile, it immediately attracted the attention of all the children.
They all crowded around, asking curiously, "Mr. Clown, where did you come from?"
"I come from a mysterious place!"
The clown said mysteriously, "Next, I'm going to perform a magical trick especially for little An'an. Please open your eyes wide!"
After saying that, the clown grabbed at the air.
The next second, a handful of glittering paper scraps appeared out of thin air in my palm.
Then, he placed his hand in front of An'an and said with a smile, "Please, little An'an, blow on it gently."
An An looked at the clown curiously, pouted her little lips, and gently blew a breath.
The moment the paper scraps flew up, they turned into countless transparent bubbles!
Inside each bubble is a tiny rainbow.
Wow, so many bubbles! So many beautiful bubbles!
The children shouted with delight and ran after the bubbles.
Even An An couldn't resist reaching out to grab it.
Just as my fingertip touched it, the bubble burst with a "pop".
A glimmer of light flashed, and the clown held a budding red rose in his hand.
Red petals, emerald green leaves, and glistening water droplets.
Against the dreamy backdrop, it appears even more beautiful.
The clown knelt down, presented the rose to An'an, and gently asked, "An'an's birthday is also the day her mother suffered. An'an, have you thanked your mother? Would you like to give her a rose?"
"miss you!"
An'an's big eyes sparkled as she reached out and took it without hesitation.
However, the moment his little hand gripped the flower stem, his little face wrinkled almost imperceptibly.
Because a tiny thorn on the rose stem pierced An'an's palm.
The child's delicate skin was scratched, and tiny, barely visible blood seeped out.
But because the rose thorns were very small, the wound was almost invisible, and An An didn't feel much pain.
He simply looked down and silently wiped the blood on the hem of his clothes.
Then, the little girl gripped the flower stem tightly, turned around, and ran towards the front hall.
Sending flowers to my mother is more important than anything else.
In the shadows behind the pillars, Chen Ziqi, who had witnessed everything, narrowed his eyes imperceptibly.
He watched the child's small figure run away, a complex undercurrent surging in his eyes.
The plan was successful.
But the man's chest remained calm and undisturbed.
Night fell silently, and the hillside villa was shrouded in a somber, dark blue.
The distant mountains were blurred like a lurking beast, and the evening breeze rustled through the treetops, creating an unsettling sound.
The night was eerily quiet.
……
in the hospital.
The corridor was long and silent, seemingly without end.
The fluorescent tubes overhead had poor contact, emitting a buzzing electrical sound.
The light flickered, casting a stark white glow on the wall.
The air was filled with the strong smell of disinfectant, but it couldn't mask a faint, rusty smell of blood.
From some distant ward or operating room came a series of heart-wrenching wails.
Like the wailing of a dying beast, it pounded against the silent night, sending chills down one's spine.
In the VIP ward.
Fan Qianqian, dressed in an expensive Chanel suit, smiled slightly, her face radiating a sense of ease and comfort that seemed completely out of place in this painful environment.
Hospital bed.
The three men—my uncle, aunt, and cousin—who had just been rescued from burns, were covered in bandages.
Like three fragile mummies, they were wrapped up tightly and unable to move.
And on the exposed skin, there were blackish-red wounds that oozed pus.
They were in pain, twisted.
Fan Qianqian's movements were reflected in three pairs of cloudy eyes.
She slowly picked up a disinfectant swab, which was covered in thick alcohol.
"Oh dear, Auntie, if this wound isn't thoroughly disinfected, it will get infected."
Fan Qianqian's voice was eerily gentle.
The cotton swab in his hand was pressed mercilessly onto his aunt's most gruesome wound.
"what--!"
The aunt let out a piercing scream, her body trembling violently in pain.
However, due to his injuries, he was unable to dodge.
She could only plead tearfully, "Qianqian, please forgive us... We know we were wrong, we'll never do it again... I shouldn't have borrowed money from you, I shouldn't have abused you and your sister, please let me go!"
The uncle and cousin on the hospital bed next to him were so frightened that they huddled together, not daring to even breathe.
Fan Qianqian seemed not to hear, and even had a hint of pleasure on her lips.
She picked up the saline solution used to clean the wound and looked at her trembling cousin: "Cousin, when you beat and abused my sister, did you ever think this day would come?"
As she spoke, the woman dripped cool salt water, little by little, onto the broken blisters on his face.
"Woooooooo..."
My cousin's mouth was stuffed with cotton cloth, so he couldn't even make a sound.
He wailed in agony, but could only let out suppressed sobs.
"Next, it's your turn..."
When her aunt and cousin were completely exhausted from the ordeal, Fan Qianqian finally lifted her foot and slowly walked towards her uncle.
If those two people were accomplices, then this uncle was the instigator of all the tragedies that befell her and her sister.
He's Dad's own brother!
He took his parents' property and inherited their wealth. Fan Qianqian doesn't expect her uncle and aunt to love her and her sister like her parents do.
But at least he shouldn't hurt his sister.
She and her sister still have a quarter of his blood in their bodies!
How could he do such a beastly thing?!
Thinking of this, Fan Qianqian's resentment deepened.
They picked up the kettle next to them, opened the lid, and poured the hot water on their uncle without thinking.
"what!!!"
The burn wound was festering, swollen, and oozing pus.
Being doused with steaming hot water was incredibly painful, to the point of being bone-chilling.
Fan Qianqian became happier the more she listened.
Looking at her uncle's pained and contorted face, she gently asked, "How much pain would it hurt if you got burned again? It shouldn't be as painful as when my sister was bullied, right? From now on, I'll let you experience this kind of treatment every day, okay?"
My uncle was in so much pain that his whole body was convulsing.
But they could not escape.
He watched as if in a nightmare, watching Fan Qianqian plead desperately, "Kill me! Kill me! Let me die now! Please, let me die now, okay!"
"You wish!"
Fan Qianqian sneered and looked at her uncle and his family of three. "This is just the beginning. You have a long way to go. Just wait and see."
She wasn't simply adding to their suffering.
Instead, they are exploiting the vulnerable nerves of those burned to carry out the most insidious torture.
Every touch precisely targets their most painful wounds, grinding them repeatedly.
The woman stood there quietly, watching the three men tremble in agony and fear, utterly helpless.