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Liang Mei'er and Yang Butler betrayed Yang Bingshan, who was not a generous man to begin with. One could imagine the tragedy that would follow. At this moment, Yang Bingshan looked at the two of them, still disheveled, with a sinister glare.
Evil thoughts surged in his mind uncontrollably. The deeper the love, the deeper the hate; he looked at Liang Mei'er as if she were dead: "Don't you both enjoy your little escapades? Hmph, here's your chance."
"And you, you shameless woman, haven't I treated you well enough? What is this? This is my shop that I just sold; how did it end up in your hands? How do you explain that?"
Could she still argue that she was just confused for a moment? It was utterly ridiculous: "Are you really that unwilling to be lonely? Shameless woman, disgusting! Truly filthy!"
He spat, aiming directly at Liang Mei'er's face.
Now all the facts were clear; it was all Liang Mei'er's doing. Upon further reflection, everything about being poisoned was merely a scheme by this pair of scoundrels.
Hahaha, sometimes men can be utterly ruthless, completely disregarding past affections. And then there was Yang Butler, who had truly brought him years of humiliation. He looked at him with pure hatred.
But he would not let these two off easily. He summoned his most trusted subordinate, whispered instructions, glanced sideways for a moment, and then turned to leave.
He publicly declared that Auntie Concubine had fallen ill and would no longer see guests, instructing the maid to leave meals at the door without entering.
From then on, Auntie Concubine's courtyard became a taboo; no one dared to enter because strange and terrifying sounds echoed from within at night.
Cackling laughter occasionally erupted from inside, where chaos reigned. Yang Bingshan watched madly, laughing uncontrollably. Liang Mei'er, you claim to love men? I'll make sure you get your fill!
Liang Mei'er felt flushed all over, an unbearable itch rising from deep within her. She couldn't scratch it away; a wave of heat filled her with desire. Several grotesque and filthy men surrounded her bed, looking like beggars.
Their yellowed teeth emitted a foul stench as drool dripped onto the floor and onto her fair skin tinged with pink.
"Oh my, such a beauty! Hahaha, I've enjoyed life enough already."
"Beautiful lady, we're here."
Yang Bingshan wickedly observed this scene, feeling an indescribable pleasure swell within him. The woman who betrayed him would face such punishment; since she liked men so much, he would fulfill her desires. Hahaha!
Liang Mei'er was desperate with longing, but the sight of the men before her made her gag and want to vomit. Yet her inner craving kept her from pushing them away; she could only look helplessly at the man she had shared a bed with for many years.
However, it was all in vain. Yang Bingshan watched as she went from rejecting them to slowly enjoying it, and finally unable to withstand the desires of so many men—she struggled in agony.
At this moment, the indescribable pleasure brought him immense satisfaction. As for Yang Butler, this man? He not only had to witness such scenes every night but also had to hold it in, his face turning an ugly shade like pig liver.
Not being able to release it was more torturous day by day than being beaten up. For a man, this was the most fatal thing.
The long night dragged on, and they could only hope that the painful torment would pass quickly, longing for relief, wishing they could die right then, but lacking the courage to end it themselves.
As the night deepened, Yang Bingshan was unwilling to continue watching the disgusting display of that couple. Impatiently, he left. But how was he not disgusting himself?
Yet, that's how human psychology works; one only sees the faults of others while being blind to their own shortcomings. It's just a case of fifty steps laughing at a hundred steps, a case of the witch seeing a greater witch.
The night felt exceptionally long; Liang Mei'er felt as if it lasted a century.
Finally, as the night gradually passed and the sun slowly rose above the horizon, when the first ray of sunlight streamed through the window, the men were exhausted, and Yang Butler's face was dark and bruised.
Liang Mei'er lay on the ground like a puddle of mud, her body covered in green and purple bruises, her tears long dried up when Yang Bingshan pushed the door open.
The glaring sunlight made it impossible for Liang Mei'er to open her eyes, but the figure of the man was so familiar.
The once solid support had now completely drifted away.
She had never imagined that this man would treat her this way, would be so heartless, would use such cruel methods. Her heart gradually sank into despair. It seemed she was utterly hopeless.
She thought Yang Bingshan was just joking around, but that night of painful torment became the greatest harm of her life; there would never be a possibility again.
Despairing tears flowed from the corners of her eyes.
"You can leave now. This is your reward. Remember, not a word can be leaked; otherwise..."
"Yes, yes, yes! We won't say a single word."
A few beggars happily had their eyes covered and were escorted out of Yang Residence, chuckling to themselves.
When has there ever been such good fortune in this world? A fairy-like beauty offered them a night together and they even received a reward. For those who relied solely on begging for food, it truly felt like winning the lottery.
"Hey, hey, hey? Do you guys know? I slept with a woman last night, a woman like a fairy. That feeling was so good I'd gladly die for it," one of the beggars boasted to his companions.
A few ragged beggars, with disheveled hair resembling chicken coops, lazily watched the pedestrians on the street, looking for potential targets to beg from.
No one believed his words. "Are you kidding? How could something like that happen? I don't believe it!"
"It's true! Mine is real. That woman had skin so fair, so tender, so smooth," he said, drooling at the thought. If only there were such beauties every night.
"Don't doubt me! I was sleeping soundly when suddenly someone grabbed me and took me to some unknown courtyard. A man told us to sleep with that woman."
The beggar described it vividly, detailing every aspect clearly.
Fearing others might still not believe him, he dug into his pocket and pulled out a silver ingot. "Look, this is what I was given when I was sent back this morning. He wouldn't let me leave, and anyway, I didn't know who he was. As long as there's a woman to sleep with and money to be had, that's all that matters."
"Ah! If only they would come find me again tonight," the beggar sighed, squinting against the blazing sun as he leaned quietly against the wall.
Seeing his companions approach to beg, he merely squinted at them before closing his eyes again.
With money in hand, he could afford to eat and drink well for several days without having to work.
From that day on, he fantasized about having such experiences again, dreaming of a beautiful future and leaving behind lovely illusions in his life.
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