A Beijing socialite stole my boyfriend; she went crazy after I got married.

Qiao Zheng's face was extremely ugly.

She always knew her brother was a scoundrel, but she never imagined he would do something like this.

and--

She was also well aware of some of the shady dealings within wealthy families.

Once you do it the first time, you can do it again.

The two children are still young, and if Qiao Yi wanted to hurt them, there are countless ways he could do so.

Give me your phone.

Qiao Zheng took her husband's phone.

She played the video over and over again.

"Wasn't the security camera at this location on the old house supposed to be broken?"

"..."

The couple exchanged a glance.

Qiao Zheng picked up his phone. "Looks like I was too kind. I was tricked by my own father and brother. Go check the surveillance footage. See which car he was driving and which direction he went."

Lu Ming paused, looking at his wife with a probing gaze.

"Since he hates our family so much," Qiao Zheng said calmly, "then he shouldn't come back."

Two hours later.

The sports car made a U-turn on the highway, which was bathed in the glow of the setting sun.

Qiao Yi slammed his fist on the steering wheel, cursing loudly as he drove.

He had planned to stay at the home of his best friend, a rich second-generation heir, but his car was about to run out of gas as soon as it reached the vicinity of the development zone.

"Damn it! Even you're going against me!"

Qiao Yi turned the car into a dilapidated, old-looking privately-owned gas station on the side of the road.

The gas station was lit by dim yellow lights, and the surrounding area was a desolate, semi-abandoned industrial park.

It was quiet all around, not even a ghost in sight.

Qiao Yi turned off the engine, took out his phone to check his balance, and walked over with a grim face, asking the employee on duty to fill up the gas tank.

"Where's the toilet?" Qiao Yi asked impatiently.

The employee pointed to a single-story cement building behind them: "It's behind there, just turn around."

Qiao Yi cursed under his breath, stepped through the puddles, and walked toward the stinking toilet.

The toilets here are very basic, and the incandescent bulbs sway slightly in the night wind, emitting a harsh hissing sound.

The walls were covered with colorful little GG stickers, and the floor was covered with years of grime and the strange smell of disinfectant.

Qiao Yi stood in front of the urinal, unzipping his pants while plotting in his mind how to find someone to kill Jiang Chu after these few days were over.

Oh, and there's Qiao Zheng and that guy surnamed Lu.

Those two should die together!

"..."

Footsteps suddenly came from behind.

Qiao Yi turned his head warily and saw several tall figures blocking the narrow entrance to the toilet.

The leader was a middle-aged man in his fifties, with dark skin, rough hands, and a face covered in wrinkles.

His eyes were fixed on Qiao Yi, flashing with a wild, beast-like hatred.

Behind him stood two middle-aged men and two young men in their twenties, each holding a stick or hammer.

"What are you doing? Get out!"

Qiao Yi panicked and roared, sounding somewhat fierce but actually weak.

"Qiao Yi".

The leader spoke slowly, his voice hoarse like two pieces of sandpaper rubbing together, "Six years. You may not remember me, but I'll recognize you even if I'm reduced to ashes."

Qiao Yi frowned, his mind racing, but he couldn't remember who the person in front of him was.

"Who the hell are you? I'm warning you, get out of my way!"

As Qiao Yi spoke, he tried to slip away.

However, before he could get close, a young man next to him suddenly stepped forward, grabbed Qiao Yi by the collar, and punched him hard in the stomach!

"Bang!"

This punch was extremely powerful.

"Ugh—"

Qiao Yi hunched over instantly, spitting out acidic fluid mixed with undigested dinner.

He knelt on the ground in agony, clutching his stomach and screaming.

"You ask who I am?"

The man squatted down, grabbed Qiao Yi's meticulously styled hair, and forcibly lifted his face, pointing it at the dim incandescent light.

Six years ago, at Yingyuan High School. Xu Liang.

Qiao Yi's pupils suddenly contracted.

He remembered.

That timid, poor student who only knew how to study was specially admitted to their school because of his good grades.

Xu Liang is slender, has delicate features, and a pleasant voice.

I was very popular in class back then.

Even the most beautiful girl in their class took good care of Xu Liang.

later--

Qiao Yi confessed his feelings to the class beauty but was rejected, and then he hated Xu Liang.

He and his men forced Xu Liang to drink toilet water in the toilet, stripped Xu Liang naked in winter and poured cold water on him, and burned more than a dozen scars on the latter's chest with cigarette butts.

Unable to endure the torment any longer, Xu Liang finally jumped off the building.

Although he survived, he suffered comminuted fractures in both legs and a broken spine, leaving him paralyzed and confined to a wheelchair for the rest of his life.

At the time, Qiao Yi was not yet an adult. His father spent a sum of money and used his connections to suppress the matter, and it was not even reported in the news.

"You...you all..."

Qiao Yi's voice trembled completely.

He looked around; it was a desolate industrial area, and no one came to the gas station at this hour.

"Three hundred thousand, for my son's entire life!"

Tears streamed down the face of the leading man, but his expression was as ferocious as a ghost.

"My son has been bedridden for six years! He's suffering terribly! He cries in pain every night! You beast, how dare you drive around in a sports car, indulging in a life of debauchery?!"

"Damn it! What do you think you're doing?!" Qiao Yi kept backing away. "If you touch me, my dad won't let you get away with this. Your whole family will die!"

"Young Master," the man sneered at him, "I've been searching for you for six years, thinking about it every day. I'd be willing to die just to make you pay the price."

Qiao Yi's teeth chattered. "You! You! You! If you die, what will happen to your son?!"

"No need for you to worry about that," the man said with a smirk. "Besides, I'm not going to die this time. Otherwise, guess how we found you?"

Before Qiao Yi could speak, he looked at his brothers and nephews behind him.

"Let him experience what it feels like to be lying down."

"No! No! Help! Murder—!"

Qiao Yi screamed like a madman, her voice echoing in the empty, filthy public toilet, but it did not cause a ripple.

A young man picked up a stick.

"Click—"

Accompanied by the crisp sound of bones shattering, a mournful wail erupted in front of the public toilet.