C18 She Was Angry and Heartbroken

"It seems warnings are futile with you. Lu Xing, fetch the silver chains."

Lu Xing's eyes narrowed slightly, a flicker of surprise evident.

Despite the harshness of his words, Si Nanzhi's handsome face was adorned with a smile.

He appeared completely harmless, like a devoted husband eagerly awaiting his wife's return.

Yet, his smile didn't reach his eyes. Leh Jiu felt the chill radiating from him, bone-chillingly cold and piercing to the core.

Her heart quivered in response.

Her throat felt constricted, rendering her voiceless.

She dared not advance, nor retreat.

In that moment, Lu Xing, not wishing to provoke further misfortune, cast a deep glance at Leh Jiu and dutifully went to retrieve the chains.

Si Nanzhi rose abruptly, his shoes striking the hard floor with a dull thud.

Each step resonated against her chest.

An oppressive sense of dread enveloped her.

Leh Jiu longed to flee, but her feet might as well have been nailed to the floor, immobilizing her.

Si Nanzhi stopped before Ms. Chen, his expression dark and cutting. "It seems I've been too lenient with you all, forgetting the Si family's rules. Since you dared to abscond with one of my people."

Ms. Chen's eyes were wide with terror.

She wanted to explain that she hadn't intended to kidnap Leh Jiu.

She had merely taken Leh Jiu out shopping. How did that become eloping with someone?

"No, no, no..." She hadn't.

But from the moment she entered, Ms. Chen had been bound and gagged.

Si Nanzhi towered over her, regarding her as one might an insignificant ant, easily crushed.

"So you like to run? Break her legs. I want to see how she'll run now."

Si Nanzhi's sadistic pleasure in tormenting Ms. Chen was palpable.

As silent as a leaf touching the ground, yet it sent tremors through the soul.

"Wuuuu..." Please, no!

Ms. Chen shook with fear, pleading for mercy.

With a sharp snap.

"Ughhh..."

A muffled groan of agony.

Ms. Chen's left leg was broken.

Leh Jiu's eyes widened in horror as she gazed at the demonic Si Nanzhi.

Her breath caught in shock, her face turning deathly pale.

Si Nanzhi wasn't just breaking Ms. Chen's leg; he was cutting off her escape.

He was making an example of her, a stark warning!

If she dared to flee again, she would be next!

Ms. Chen, no longer young, couldn't withstand such cruelty.

Si Nanzhi gave no order to stop. The bodyguard prepared to break Ms. Chen's other leg.

Leh Jiu was filled with rage, indignation, and fear.

But seeing Ms. Chen's ashen face, as the bodyguard raised the stick to break the other leg, Leh Jiu threw herself protectively over Ms. Chen, crying out, "Don't!"

The bodyguard, unable to retract the stick in time, still struck with half force, causing Leh Jiu to cry out in pain.

"Ah!"

As her cry echoed, a shadow darted forward.

Thud!

The stick-wielding bodyguard was suddenly sent flying by a kick from Si Nanzhi.

Leh Jiu felt a tight grip on her arm, and the next instant, she was hoisted up. She met Si Nanzhi's icy glare, filled with concern and uncontrollable fury as he bellowed, "You mongrel, who the hell gave you permission to act this way?!"

Every inch of her belonged to him. How could she recklessly allow herself to be harmed?

Si Nanzhi lifted her clothes, revealing a glaring red welt on her pristine back.

The menace in his eyes deepened.

As Leh Jiu's clothes were lifted, everyone in the room quickly averted their eyes.

'Good Lord, this is not for our eyes.'

'Young Master, if you wish to blind us, just say the word. There's no need for such actions.'

The stick's impact on Leh Jiu was searing.

The pain was unbearable!

Tears welled up in her eyes, and Leh Jiu could barely stand, clutching at Si Nanzhi's sleeve, her tears streaming as she begged, "Please, no more. I didn't run. I swear I didn't run away..."

Despite her desperate desire to flee, Leh Jiu dared not provoke Si Nanzhi at that moment. He was unpredictable, and further provocation might lead him to take Ms. Chen's life. She couldn't let her own actions endanger Ms. Chen.

"Nanzhi, please, can you spare Ms. Chen?" Leh Jiu pleaded through her tears, looking utterly forlorn with her nose tinged pink.

Si Nanzhi's black eyes were rimmed with red as he stared down at Leh Jiu, who was trembling in his grasp. His intense gaze sent shivers down her spine. Out of options and fearing another outburst from him, she feigned fragility.

"Nanzhi, my back is in so much pain..."

She wondered if he could feel the pain now, the pain that seemed absent when she had thrown herself at him. He was such a brute.

Si Nanzhi, visibly annoyed and handling her roughly, yanked her closer. In a swift motion, he hoisted Leh Jiu over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. With her head dangling downward, blood rushed to her face, turning it a bright red. Regaining her senses, Leh Jiu started to squirm.

"Let me go!" she demanded.

With a sharp smack, Si Nanzhi slapped her backside and issued a chilling threat, "Keep thrashing about, and I'll end her life!" It was clear to Leh Jiu that he was referring to Ms. Chen. His words immediately subdued her.

"Young Master..." Lu Xing, who had just fetched an iron chain, witnessed the scene unfold. Unsure whether to hand over the chain, he discreetly tucked it behind his back.

Lu Xing's decision proved wise, as Si Nanzhi was no longer concerned with restraining anyone. His attention was solely on Leh Jiu's injuries.

"Get Tang Chi here," he ordered before carrying Leh Jiu upstairs.

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