Kill crazy! The real daughter rushed to rectify the rich family!

In the narrow and blurry screen, the girl's body lying on the ground was shaking slightly uncontrollably.

Her consciousness was probably blurred.

There were bruises all over his clothes and pants from being kicked and beaten, and bloodstains on his face from falling on a cardboard box in the corner. From the back, his entire face was almost buried in the dust. When he raised his head while being grabbed by the hair, his face had already become unrecognizable, and he looked even more miserable than a beggar on the street.

But when the thugs asked her for the umpteenth time: "Does it hurt? Are you willing to swear?"

Her answer was breathless, but still one sentence: "It hurts. I won't send it."

He was then pushed to the ground again, and slammed against the concrete floor by his hair several times until blood oozed from his forehead, quickly making his entire face look even more miserable.

"Hey, we agreed that no blood can be seen. This guy relies on blood to have a chance to become the eldest daughter of the Qin family."

The man then let go of the man with a "tut" sound and kicked him hard on the shoulder.

The girl was light, and the kick was so powerful that she rolled several times and stopped only after hitting the wall.

The old camera creaked and turned to the corner, but it could still only see her back facing the wall.

Amid the sounds of labored breathing, the two thugs squatted beside each other as if they were taking a halftime break, lighting cigarettes for each other, chatting about random things and laughing from time to time, making it seem as if this was just an ordinary work environment.

"Hey," one of them looked up at the corner of the wall before finishing his cigarette. After a pause, he suddenly said, "Even if a child is immature, he should be afraid of being beaten and afraid of pain, right? I just want you to say a few words, why don't you say it?"

"The Qin family is such a wealthy place, it's hard for ordinary people to come here to be a driver or nanny, and you are still a young lady here, how can you be so ignorant and ungrateful?"

"That's right. If the Qin family is willing to let me be their eldest daughter, I will go for sex reassignment surgery right away, not to mention the blood."

"It's just a matter of one sentence..."

"All they want is a word from you..."

"Just one sentence. I promise you will never run away again and stay in the Qin family as the eldest daughter."

"It's just a sentence..."

……

The sound of labored and hoarse breathing maintained silence for a long time, and finally the girl's voice was heard in the dusty warehouse.

"I know."

She answered word by word in a hoarse voice like a lung patient, "I know what to say and what to do to make my life easy and comfortable. I also want to say it..."

"then you……"

"But I can't tell."

The girl supported herself on the ground, breathing heavily, and supported herself with her thin and scarred arms. She sat up little by little, dragging her body into the corner as if her legs were broken, and raised her head while leaning against the wall.

Dust was all over her hair like spider webs, and on her dying pale face were a pair of dark eyes that flickered like will-o'-the-wisp.

She stared at the two frozen-faced thugs with her ghost-like eyes and said, "How can idiots like you who think with your fists instead of your brains understand?"

"Do you think I don't know that this is just a matter of words?"

"But what I hear is completely different from what you hear."

"From your perspective, the Qin family wants to keep me as their eldest daughter? From my perspective, I have to shout loudly..." She supported herself on the ground, panting and said viciously, "I want to shout at the Qin family, at the Qin family who imprisoned me, tortured me, took my blood and wanted my life! I, Ye Shiyi, kneel down to you! I, Ye Shiyi, am willing to be a slave, a cat, a dog, and a pet in the Qin family that you can slaughter and eat whenever you want!"

Her breathing became unstable. She slowly raised her chin, revealing two eyes with flickering will-o'-the-wisp from her dusty hair. She leered at the two thugs who let the sparks spread but forgot to smoke: "Do you think this is easy? For you, the easiest thing is to beat people with your fists, but for me, getting beaten is also the easiest thing - what's the point of getting beaten? When I was a child, I was buried alive. I watched the soil gradually submerge the part below my neck and fill it up tightly. I never begged for mercy once, and I wasn't afraid at all -"

She fell back to the ground with a thud, exhausted, and her voice became hazy, "I can only be angry."

"The only emotion I'm best at is anger."

"But I would rather be angry about pain than angry about humiliation."

"Your fists are too light to humiliate me."

She looked like she was on the verge of passing out. “It would be humiliating for me to kneel down because of such a light punch.”

"Being beaten is nothing..."

"Being beaten is nothing..."

It was as if she was hypnotizing herself.

But even so, it makes people feel that there is a straight, indestructible steel lying across that seemingly weak chest.

No matter whether this behavior and this language were stupid or naive from the perspective of others, the steel that belonged to her at that time just existed on its own.

Some of the cigarette ash fell off and turned into gray mist.

A thug stood up and asked her in an unclear tone: "What if you are beaten to death? Even if you die, you are unwilling to tell this lie? Is this so-called humiliation more valuable than your life?"

The girl was still breathing with difficulty and did not respond for a long time.

Only when the two thought she had fainted did her drooping eyelids open a little, revealing dark pupils that were torn between extreme clarity and extreme anger.

She turned over and lay on her back on the ground, looking at the two shadows. She raised her heavy, scarred arm and touched her forehead with her thin, bony, dusty index finger.

"Come."

The girl's overly dry lips suddenly oozed blood because of the lip bending movement, making her smile become a grinning yet bloody arrogance: "One stick and you will know, and I will know too."

"What's more valuable, life or feelings?"

“If your fists can bring out the fear in me, I will salute you—hahahahahahahahahaha…”

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The girl's hoarse and vague laughter penetrated the screen, penetrated time and space, and reached Wen Can's ears seven years later.

Looking at the backs of the two men walking towards the girl again, his hand holding the camera couldn't help but spasm slightly, causing the camera to fall on the bed and accidentally touch a button.

When Wen Can picked it up again, he found that there were ten videos in the video list with the same length but different dates.

His breathing was still, his Adam's apple slid up and down, and then he picked up the camera again and opened the second video in chronological order, followed by the third, fourth... the tenth...

The man's breathing became more and more rapid.

Scarlet blood was almost oozing out of his eye sockets.

Upstairs, Wen Rong stared at Qin Wu, gritting his teeth, as if to emphasize something, and squeezed out words from between his teeth: "A Can... is my only son! I am also his only father!"

"His mother has passed away, and his grandfather is old and dying! I am the only relative he has left!"

He suppressed his voice and said, "Even if he knew that I cheated on him, he would at most get angry with me for a while, and he would not really do anything to harm me or the interests of the Wen family! You don't understand, Ah Can is a good child!"

Qin Wu looked at him indifferently for a long time, and said in a declarative tone: "A good child - a good child who stepped on his biological father and served as the chairman of Wen's Group for five years."

"You..." Wen Rong said subconsciously, "What do you mean?"

Qin Wu looked at Wen Rong, whose breathing quickened suddenly, tilted his head, and said calmly: "So you think that the chairman's position was given to you because he is a good kid? Or do you think that it is not called giving? But you got it by your own strength?"

"What do you mean!!!"

Wen Rong, who had been trying to maintain his expression, suddenly widened his eyes in anger, sat up abruptly, and almost jumped off the bed.

He stared at Qin Wu with such ferocious eyes that seemed as if he wanted to eat someone.

It was like a burning sea of ​​fire reflected in the deep, bottomless black water, without causing a single ripple.

Instead, the young man used his eyes across the lake to calmly and indifferently see through his every thought.

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