Wife is hell

Chapter 27 You only know you're going to die
Yan Qingshan's home was located in a remote area.

The house was almost right next to the northern edge of the city wall.

Next to it is an abandoned official garden, which is said to have been built by Prince Cheng for his queen.

The garden still retains the artificially constructed "Phoenix Screen Peak," with its rugged rocks, faintly revealing its former elegance.

inside the house.

The house, which was usually quite tidy, now appeared somewhat messy.

The boy sat in the corner, twisting a hemp rope.

The slanted light filtering in from the window bisected his handsome face.

Half gloomy, half sunny.

A beautiful woman sat by the door, wiping away tears and sobbing.

She stared at the boy's silent back, then suddenly clenched her fists, her eyes flashing with hatred:

“Yan Feng, we all know what kind of person your father is. Don’t think you can fool me. He’s definitely taking the blame for you, you little beast! Right?”

The boy remained silent.

He was introverted from a young age, and became even more taciturn after his biological mother passed away.

To outsiders, he was a coward to the core.

He was bullied by his classmates at the private school, ostracized by his playmates outside, and when he returned home, his alcoholic father would beat and scold him at the drop of a hat, and his stepmother would order him around...

When her father was home, she would still pretend to be somewhat virtuous.

Once her father was away on official business, she would reveal her true colors, resorting to verbal abuse at best and physical violence at worst. Any good food or fun toys would always be reserved for her younger brother.

Submissiveness seemed to be a mark branded on him.

He never complained to his father.

Perhaps he felt it was unnecessary, or perhaps he felt his father wouldn't stand up for him.

After all, their father usually preferred their well-behaved and clever younger brother.

Only his cousin Wu has always been kind to him.

Therefore, from the bottom of his heart, he only recognized his cousin as his family.

When my cousin is in a bad mood, he makes him torture small animals like cats and dogs.

Although he was afraid, he still did as instructed.

Having my cousin watching makes me feel much better.

Seeing his cousin's relieved and even joyful expression, he slowly began to taste a different kind of feeling.

A thrill of wantonly kneading and completely controlling life.

Let him temporarily escape from his incompetent self.

Later, my cousin was "blessed" by heaven and received a magical object.

At that moment, he truly experienced an unprecedented and ultimate pleasure from those living, breathing women.

Listening to their piercing cries and watching their desperate struggles, he felt his blood boil, and a twisted sense of satisfaction, as if he were above the fate of others, welled up within him.

But once he takes off his mask, he is still that cowardly boy who cowers in the shadows, easily bullied by everyone.

"What are you pretending to be, a filial son! No matter how badly your father treats you, you shouldn't harm him! You're worse than an animal!"

The woman became more and more agitated as she cursed.

In truth, she didn't really believe that her usually cowardly stepson would be the murderer. She was just filled with resentment and had nowhere to vent her anger at the thought of becoming a widow and the collapse of the pillar of her family.

She habitually vented her resentment on him.

The boy paused for a moment, then continued twisting the hemp rope, his voice calm: "If you believe he's taking the blame for me, you can go to the police station and report me."

The woman was taken aback.

She never expected that the boy, who usually wouldn't even dare to breathe loudly in front of her, would dare to talk back.

My already terrible mood instantly flared up.

She grabbed a fire poker from beside the door and rushed forward, beating the boy mercilessly.

"You spineless bastard! You dare talk back?!"

"If it weren't for your father's sake, I would have kicked you out long ago, you piece of trash!"

"Why don't you die in your father's place!"

The boy neither resisted nor made a sound, silently enduring the falling blows.

Snapped!
The wooden stick suddenly broke.

Seeing the blood seeping from the boy's forehead, the woman paused, threw away the broken stick, but continued to berate him:

"Yan Feng, don't think you can turn the world upside down just because your father is gone! You won't get a single copper coin from the Yan family's assets!"

"You and your mother, that wretched woman, are both jinxes!" Warm blood slowly slid down his eyelids, staining his vision crimson.

Upon hearing the other person insult his mother, Yan Feng's fingers tightened abruptly. He slowly raised his head and looked directly at the woman.

"Back then, my father neglected my mother when she was seriously ill because of you, a despicable woman, and watched her die in bed... Now he's taking the blame for me; he's just paying off his debt!"

The woman was taken aback, then flew into a rage: "Who are you calling a slut?!"

She raised her hand to slap him, but her arm froze halfway through the air, and her eyes widened in surprise.

"What...what did you just say? Your father really took the blame for you?"

"if not?"

Yan Feng's lips curled into a mocking smile. "After sharing a bed for so many years, don't you understand him?"

The woman was struck dumb and staggered back two steps.

Seeing the woman show fear in front of him for the first time in her life, Yan Feng smiled.

So even a wicked woman like you can be afraid.

He slowly stood up and walked towards her step by step:
"Do you know what I was thinking when I was torturing and killing those women?"

Years of ingrained arrogance made the woman instinctively want to rebuke him, but when she saw the other woman's cold eyes, she suddenly remembered the tragic state of the other women and shuddered in fear.

"You...you stop right there!"

The woman was so frightened that she backed away repeatedly, her face filled with fear.

"I mistook them for you."

Yan Feng's smile was tinged with bloodthirsty pleasure.
“Every bit of suffering they endured was for you! I’ve been thinking about when my father will die… Once he dies, I can avenge my mother, and then… slowly kill you!”

"Bang!"

The woman tripped over the stool as she stepped back, fell to the ground, and turned pale.

"You...what do you want to do!?"

Seeing Yan Feng pick up the twisted hemp rope, she was startled awake and scrambled to escape outside.

As a result, after running only two steps, her hair was pulled.

Bang!
She fell heavily to the ground, the impact to the back of her head causing a wave of dizziness.

When she came to her senses, she found that her hands and feet were tightly bound, and Yan Feng was straddling her.

"Let me go! You little beast, let me go!"

The woman struggled desperately.

"Snapped!"

A heavy slap made her ears ring.

Yan Feng grabbed her by the neck, leaned down, and chuckled softly, panting, "So you do have moments of fear. I was planning to deal with you after my father died... but I couldn't resist."

Don't worry, I won't kill you. I'll take care of you for my father. You don't want anything to happen to Xiao You, do you?

Upon hearing the name "Xiao You," the woman realized with a start that her son, who had been playing in the yard, was gone.

She glared angrily at Yan Feng:

"What did you do to Xiao You?! You little beast, don't touch him!"

"Shh-"

Yan Feng covered her mouth, pressed another finger to his own lips, and said with a cold gaze, "Don't shout. I hate noise. Don't worry, I won't kill him."

If I kill him, how will I control you? Won't the police come knocking on my door? I'm not that stupid.

Aunt Xiang, I'm not like my father. No matter how bad his temper was, he never touched a woman. But I'm different..."

Yan Feng leaned close to the woman's ear, his voice soft yet tinged with coldness, "When I lose my temper, I can skin people alive."

"So you have to be good, you absolutely have to be good... understand?"

Looking into Yan Feng's almost manic, icy eyes, the woman felt as if she had fallen into an ice cave, and endless regret welled up in her heart.

How could she have imagined that this timid sheep harbored a bloodthirsty wolf beneath its skin?

“Now that my father has taken the blame, if we’re lucky, my cousin might get out too. He… he likes widows like you the most.”

Yan Feng chuckled, a dagger appearing in his hand. "So, you'd better behave. If you don't, you'll end up like those women, understand?"

The cold tip of the knife gently grazed the woman's cheek, sending shivers down her spine.

As the knife tip slowly moved downwards, tearing open her clothes, the woman finally broke down completely, pleading with tears streaming down her face:
"I was wrong, Yan Feng, I know I was wrong, please forgive me... I don't want the Yan family's fortune anymore, I'll take Xiao You away right now... Please forgive me, I really know I was wrong..."

Just then, a detached voice suddenly rang out from outside the door.

"You don't know you're wrong, you just know... you're going to die."

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(End of this chapter)