Chi Chen stood outside the door, cautious of waking others, so he dared not be too reckless with his volume. Suppressing his anger, he lowered his voice and made a deliberately vicious threat, “If you dare not open the door for me, you’ll see what’s coming for you tomorrow!”
He stood there, and suddenly the door panel in front of him made a “thud.” The wood trembled, and it was clear that the person inside was unsteady.
Feng Mian’s voice sounded strange.
“Do… do you need something?”
Chi Chen said in a low voice, “Open the door.”
After these words, there was no response from the room for a long time. Chi Chen saw the door tremble slightly and knew the person was right there at the entrance.
He frowned, feeling puzzled.
Is he trembling out of fear?
He couldn’t help but sneer, looking down at his own physical reaction, feeling a bit displeased.
He had indeed intended to take advantage of the situation tonight, though he wasn’t sure if things would actually go all the way.
Unwilling to give up, he stood at the door, keeping his voice low as he threatened him sentence by sentence.
“Feng Mian, if you don’t open the door today, just wait and see how I deal with you when we meet tomorrow!”
“My uncle already has an eye on you; if he wants your life, I certainly won’t protect you!”
“Tomorrow, I’ll call the Feng family to come and take you back! You can die wherever you please!”
This room was originally a storage room for unused furniture, equipped with only a cheap, lockable wooden door. He knew that Feng Mian must have heard every word he said clearly.
The person inside the room seemed even more terrified, and the door shook even more violently.
Feng Mian was being driven to the brink of insanity.
He bit his own wrist hard, biting it until it was a bloody mess, forcing himself to stay silent and keep a clear head.
He looked at the man right in front of him with red, rimmed eyes, his heart entirely consumed by fear.
Just as Chi Mingzhou had said, if Chi Mingzhou were discovered, no one would do anything to him. But for himself, it was the exact opposite: as an illegitimate son with no status whatsoever, he would only be branded with the label of a seducer. The Feng family would not care whether he lived or died, and Chi Chen would view this as a humiliation to himself. He remembered Chi Chen’s words clearly and did not doubt their truth for a second.
Ning City was vast; accidents happened every day. Who could know if one of these accidents would befall him tomorrow?
No matter which side he was on, he lacked the power to resist or refuse. He could only be treated like a toy, used by them as they pleased until he was completely broken.
No one cared about the fate of a toy.
Feng Mian’s voice had dropped to its lowest point, a hoarse, helpless, and desperate sob, “Uncle, I don’t want to die…”
Chi Mingzhou curled his lips, playing dumb, “I haven’t tortured you to the point of death yet, so you won’t die.”
The hand he used to pinch Feng Mian’s leg tightened, his fingernails digging deep, instantly leaving his marks on the fair skin.
In just one day, from his neck to his feet, Feng Mian was covered in the intimate marks he had left behind.
Feng Mian’s tears poured from his eyes, drop by drop, unstoppable, and even his breathing was trembling.
His body was not under his own control. The door in front of him rattled along with their movements. Chi Chen was right outside, knocking violently again and again, issuing threats with every sentence. Feng Mian had the persistent illusion that the next second, Chi Chen would find a key and break in.
Chi Mingzhou watched his despairing appearance, seemingly enjoying it immensely.
He raised a hand to wipe the tears from Feng Mian’s cheeks, his voice as low as a devil’s whisper, “You’re crying so pitifully now, but you were quite capable back when you were in the orphanage, weren’t you, Mianmian?”
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