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I'm going to make you suffer, and then I'll make you a pair of named mandarin ducks with that little slut, Yue Qing!
Du Tao approached me with a cruel smile on his face, then picked up his cold little knife and tapped it against my cheek before slowly pressing it into my skin, inch by inch.
I didn’t move, just stared at him. How could such a bastard be my brother-in-law? Father-in-law, what have you done?
You still won’t speak, huh? Then I’ll start with your face and slice open every inch of your skin, and finally, I’ll get to this part! You still have time.
Du Tao grabbed me in a disgusting manner and said, "If you’re planning to confess, just nod."
Damn it!
Damn it all!
It’s true that what goes around comes around. I used to threaten others like this, and now I’m the one being threatened. I might as well die.
Just as I was about to bite my tongue and end it all, Du Tao caught on!
He shoved the knife into my mouth, cutting through my tongue and lips. With the blade blocking my teeth, I couldn’t bite down on my tongue anymore.
What the hell! Is this really happening? Someone! Stuff his mouth shut!
Du Tao immediately shouted, and soon someone came to gag me. Du Tao told me that if I was planning to confess, I should nod and make sure to seize the moment—don’t wait until he cuts off my manhood before I react.
What the hell!
My heart was in turmoil, and my hatred for Du Tao reached its peak!
Bound and helpless, I could only glare in pain as I watched Du Tao carve up my face. Still, I refused to nod.
If I’m going to die, then so be it; though it’s humiliating, at least Zheng Yu will go down with me!
Minutes passed, and there wasn’t a single unmarked spot left on my face. Blood flowed continuously. I wished Du Tao would take his time because if he did, I’d bleed out before he even got to my manhood.
I didn’t want to die a eunuch!
No matter what happened, I wouldn’t die until Du Tao finished carving up my chest and set his sights on my manhood.
What the hell!
I struggled like a madman!
Du Tao laughed heartily; he seemed incredibly pleased.
I etched Du Tao’s hateful face into my memory. If possible, I would turn into a vengeful spirit and haunt him so he could never have a peaceful day again!
Come on, Xiang Dong! You’re about to become a eunuch! Aren’t you tough? I’ll cut you up! Hahaha!
Du Tao approached me step by step with his bloodied dagger. I could feel the fear creeping in; despite trembling violently, I held my head high.
I would never nod!
When Du Tao started pulling down my pants, it felt like my chest was about to explode. I struggled but couldn’t break free. In that moment, I truly wanted to die.
Stop!
Just then, a woman’s voice rang out.
What the hell!
Someone is actually coming to save me?
Who is it?
Who has the ability to come here and rescue me?
Qu Youyang?
Du Tao froze when he saw the newcomer. So did I. Qu Youyang had brought quite a few people with her. When she saw me, I could see fury in her eyes—and also a hint of concern?
Qu Youyang is here to save me?
And she cares about me?
In an instant, I was bewildered. I had been caught red-handed with evidence of drug trafficking, and now Qu Youyang was being closely monitored by Elder Hall's people. Wasn't she just inviting trouble by coming to rescue me? Did I really deserve such treatment from her?
As I drifted in and out of consciousness, losing too much blood, I realized that two groups were clashing, and Qu Youyang was trying to save me.
I had no idea how long I had been unconscious, but when I finally woke up, I found myself in a hospital. My face was wrapped in bandages, and I dared not move even slightly; even attempting to speak sent sharp pains through my skin.
"Don't move; your face just underwent surgery," said a blonde girl with blue eyes.
A foreign girl? I was completely stunned. Where was I? This nurse looked like an angel with her golden hair and bright blue eyes! I had to admit her Chinese was quite fluent.
"This is America. I'm your private nurse, and my name is Linda," the pretty foreign girl said with a smile.
I was momentarily taken aback. Linda? The name reminded me of Linna, and I wondered how she was doing now.
"When can I...?" I struggled to ask, finding it difficult to speak with my face in such a condition. I had no idea what they had done to me.
Linda smiled and replied, "If you don't speak at all, it will take two months. But if you keep talking like this, there's a good chance you'll damage your facial nerves permanently, and you'll be drooling for the rest of your life."
Her cheerful tone shocked me! Drooling for the rest of my life?
I immediately fell silent, though a hundred questions filled my mind. Qu Youyang must have brought me here; what happened back in Huaxia? What was going on?
I asked the nurse for paper and pen since I couldn't speak. However, she told me she didn't know anything about those matters either. She only mentioned that this private hospital belonged to Qu Youyang and that I was the only patient on this floor.
To make matters worse, when I tried to call for someone else to ask questions, the nurse informed me that for three months, I couldn't leave; I had to wait until my injuries healed.
I couldn't understand why Qu Youyang would go through so much trouble to save me. The Qing Gang must be in chaos right now; why would she risk so much for me?
Unless...
Had she really fallen for me?
Even I found that thought ridiculous. Setting aside whether Qu Youyang truly loved me or not, she was the leader of the Qing Gang—personal feelings were a luxury for her. Even if she had feelings for me, she wouldn't get herself into such trouble over it.
So what was it really about?
No one told me anything; I remained in the dark.
As time passed slowly, two months flew by. Gradually, I began to regain my ability to speak. Linda, the beautiful nurse, was lively and cheerful; she often told me jokes as if trying to cheer up a child.
Yet my mind often wandered elsewhere; everything happening back in Huaxia tugged at my heartstrings. I was anxious to uncover all the secrets surrounding me.
It felt like being imprisoned in this paradise-like hospital for three months. When they finally removed the bandages from my face, I stared at my reflection in shock.
There were no scars on my face; instead, it looked completely different—my features were sharp and defined like they had been sculpted from stone. My high nose gave my face a striking three-dimensional quality.
I seemed like a completely different person now. Perhaps even my mother wouldn’t recognize me!
After staying here for three months, I was on the verge of losing my mind. When Linda told me that someone would come to pick me up today, I was overjoyed.
I even speculated about who this person might be. Could it be Fang Ying? Or perhaps Qu Youyang?
What I saw was Qu Youyi, the daughter adopted by the Qu Family, the same innocent girl who had pretended to be Qu Youyang when we first met.
Are you satisfied with your face? Qu Youyi asked me with a smile.
It's okay, I replied with a chuckle. What was unsettling was that my voice seemed to have changed as well. I had to admire the doctor Qu Youyang found for me; he was quite skilled.
I found it strange—my face had been altered, but they messed with my vocal cords too?
Qu Youyi laughed softly, her innocent face resembling that of a neighborly girl. Anyone who didn’t know her would never guess she was part of Qing Gang. Perhaps she never truly belonged to the Underworld; she was just unfortunate enough to be adopted by the Qu Family.
You must be curious, right? Why did Sister Yang save you? Qu Youyi asked me with a grin.
I nodded in response, looking at Qu Youyi, waiting for an answer. I knew she was about to reveal the mystery that had puzzled me for three whole months.
Did you know? Actually, you are Sister Yang's biological brother.
What the hell!
I stood up in shock!
What the hell is going on? I'm Qu Youyang's biological brother? I'm part of the Qu Family? I'm the son of Qu Liancheng?
What kind of international joke is this? My biological father is a washed-up drunkard, isn't he? My real father died at the hands of my adoptive father! Where did Qu Liancheng even come from?
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