Xi Zihua and Wang Jianjun felt their scalps go numb, unsure what this madwoman intended to do. They struggled desperately, but the ropes were tied too tightly—and these were ropes Xi Zihua had specifically sought out, exceptionally sturdy.
The more they struggled, the tighter the coarse ropes dug into their flesh, cutting deep. Their eyes widened in terror as they whimpered, like wild beasts trapped in a snare with nowhere to escape.
“Don’t worry, murder is illegal—I won’t kill you.”
Shen Jiaojiao gave them a reassurance, but before they could fully relax, what she pulled out next nearly shattered their nerves.
“This is the needle Rong Mama used to prick Ziwei—it hurts like hell.”
In Shen Jiaojiao’s hand was a quilting needle, thick and long, gleaming with a chilling light. Xi Zihua and Wang Jianjun’s pupils contracted in fear. They didn’t know who Rong Mama or Ziwei were—they just wanted to flee.
“You really enjoy hugging my Yueyue, huh?”
“You sick pervert, you bastard—did your mother forget to give you a human heart when she gave birth to you?”
“How about I go to your daughter’s school later and take her to the park to play with some uncles and grandpas?”
With each sentence, Shen Jiaojiao drove the needle forcefully into Wang Jianjun’s body. He broke out in a cold sweat from the pain, his face turning pale. Though he was a pervert, he still loved his own daughter dearly. Now he truly regretted provoking this madwoman.
Of course, Shen Jiaojiao had no intention of harming Wang Jianjun’s daughter—she was just scaring the sick bastard. Seeing Wang Jianjun’s pitiful pleas for mercy, she scoffed and handed the needle to Xiao Yueyue.
“Stab him hard!”
Xiao Yueyue froze, looking up at Shen Jiaojiao with confusion in her big eyes. Should she really do it?
Would he die?
Would her fairy mother go to jail?
“He won’t die!”
Shen Jiaojiao saw the little girl’s hesitation and gently patted her head. This child was truly clever. If only the original owner had been more determined, braver, and shown more love to her child, she wouldn’t have gone down such a dark path in her previous life.
Xiao Yueyue immediately felt reassured. Gripping the needle tightly, she glared at Wang Jianjun with hatred and stabbed him with all her might.
“Ugh…”
Wang Jianjun writhed in agony, drool dripping from the corner of his mouth, soaking his clothes—disgusting and repulsive.
“Again! Stab him as hard as you hate him!” Shen Jiaojiao said coldly.
Xiao Yueyue clenched her teeth and stabbed him several more times, crying as she did so. Yet, miraculously, the resentment and grievances in her heart gradually eased with each stab.
Watching Wang Jianjun weep and beg for mercy, as ugly as a caterpillar, Xiao Yueyue’s fearful gaze turned to disdain. So this was all he amounted to.
What a coward!
“Well done!”
Shen Jiaojiao didn’t hold back her praise. The seed of hatred had been planted in Xiao Yueyue’s heart by Xi Zihua, Wang Jianjun, and the original owner. Today, she would dig it out.
Xiao Yueyue smiled happily, her eyes brighter than gemstones.
Wang Jianjun slumped in the chair like a corpse, a strong stench of urine filling the air—the sick bastard had been so scared he’d lost control of his bladder.
Beside him, Xi Zihua was too terrified to make a sound, shrinking his neck, afraid Shen Jiaojiao would remember he was there.Shen Jiaojiao walked up to him, her charming voice tinged with a chilling coldness: “Addicted to bullying us mother and daughter? You dead eunuch, not only are you not a man, you’re not even human. Try bullying us again, and I’ll cut off your teapot handle and sew up your leather asshole, so you can eat and shit through the same hole!”
After similarly rewarding this dead eunuch with dozens of needle pricks, Shen Jiaojiao’s hands grew sore, so she had Xiao Yueyue take over. The mother and daughter had a great time, especially little Yueyue, whose gloomy face brightened, gaining a bit of a little girl’s liveliness, and her eyes became much more spirited.
Shen Jiaojiao shook her hands—she was hungry.
She pulled out Wang Jianjun’s wallet, which contained over two hundred yuan in cash and a bank card.
“How much is in here?”
Shen Jiaojiao tapped the wallet against Wang Jianjun, who was pretending to be dead. This dead pervert had caused so much psychological harm to little Yueyue—he had to pay.
“N-not much.”
“Then you can die!”
Shen Jiaojiao fetched a kitchen knife, and Wang Jianjun, terrified, quickly changed his tune: “There’s over thirty thousand.”
“That thirty thousand you borrowed from me last year—time to pay it back.”
Shen Jiaojiao took out paper and pen, swiftly wrote an IOU, and made Wang Jianjun press his fingerprint on it—exactly thirty thousand.
She then found a camera in the room, still loaded with film, and had Xiao Yueyue go inside. What came next wasn’t for a child’s eyes.
Xi Zihua and Wang Jianjun trembled in fear, unsure of what Shen Jiaojiao was planning.
“Don’t worry, I won’t hit anyone!”
Shen Jiaojiao stretched her hands and deftly stripped the two of their clothes, then untied them. Exhausted from the torment, they were like meat on a chopping board, completely at her mercy.
After arranging them in various poses, Shen Jiaojiao used up the remaining film in the camera. Mission accomplished.
Xi Zihua and Wang Jianjun were too ashamed to lift their heads, curling up and trembling.
“Did you borrow money from me?” Shen Jiaojiao asked.
“Yes.”
Wang Jianjun nodded obediently.
“How much?”
“Thirty thousand.”
“Go withdraw the money now. If you dare try anything, these photos will be seen by everyone in Yangcheng!”
Shen Jiaojiao raised the camera. These two weren’t even human, so there was no need for civility or law—whatever was most brutal would do.
Wang Jianjun immediately abandoned any thought of calling the police. He couldn’t lose his job, and his parents and relatives couldn’t bear the shame either. He obediently went to withdraw the money. There was a bank nearby, and he returned in less than half an hour.
“Here’s the money. Can I have the film?” Wang Jianjun begged humbly.
“If I give you the film, what’s to stop you from telling the police I extorted you? Don’t worry, as long as you behave, the film won’t be exposed.”
Wang Jianjun gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with hatred. He’d been played by this bitch.
“Get out!”
Shen Jiaojiao opened the door and shooed him out like a dog. Wang Jianjun was only worth thirty thousand, but this was just the beginning. This dead pervert’s good days were still ahead.
Wang Jianjun left unwillingly. At the doorway, he shot a venomous glance at Shen Jiaojiao. Xiao Yueyue trembled involuntarily—her fear of Wang Jianjun hadn’t completely faded.
“Tired of living?”
Shen Jiaojiao grabbed a stool from the floor and hurled it at the dead pervert. Wang Jianjun screamed, clutching his right arm—the stool had broken it clean.
Xi Zihua shuddered violently. He had never seen such a ferocious Shen Jiaojiao. If he had known she was a hidden intermittent psychopath, he would never have married her.”Get out!”
Shen Jiaojiao shouted. Wang Jianjun, clutching his right hand, fled in panic, running so fast he seemed afraid his life would be over if he slowed down even a step.
Only the mother and daughter, along with Xi Zihua tied to the chair, remained in the room. Shen Jiaojiao was exhausted. With a shovel, she knocked Xi Zihua unconscious, then took Xiao Yueyue out for a meal while also scouting the surrounding area.
After parting ways with Xi Zihua, she needed to find a livelihood to support the family. Being a journalist was temporarily out of the question—the original host hadn’t even finished high school. However, Yangcheng was too small; she had to go to Shanghai to make money. But since the Xi Family was wealthy, she planned to secure a sum from them as startup capital.