My sister broke off her engagement to marry someone richer? My older sister married me and became in

As soon as he landed, Scarface Liu covered his nose and muttered a curse in a low voice.

"What's that smell?!"

A stench, a mixture of medicine, mold, and excrement, mingled with the cold rain, hit you in the face, almost suffocating you.

Lu Qingshan remained expressionless, his cold gaze sweeping across the courtyard.

His gaze finally settled on the dilapidated window that emitted a dim, yellowish light.

A hunched figure, cast by the light onto the mottled wall, looked particularly eerie.

"Crunch... crunch..."

The sound of the wheelchair rolling, accompanied by suppressed coughs, came intermittently, but was quickly drowned out by the increasingly dense sound of the rain.

Scarface Liu understood and crouched down, silently pressing himself against the door.

He pulled a specially made knife from his pocket, the blade precisely probing into the crack in the door.

One push, one nudge.

"Click".

With a soft, almost inaudible click, the old wooden door bolt inside the house opened.

Slowly push the door open a crack.

With a "boom," the pungent, overwhelming stench surged forth as if it were a tangible substance.

Lu Qingshan didn't say anything and took the lead in walking in.

A pale white bolt of lightning ripped through the night sky, instantly illuminating everything inside the house.

Yu Gaoyang slumped into a dilapidated wheelchair.

His once arrogant face is now only filled with numbness and emptiness.

His legs were abnormally limp, like two withered branches that had been drained of moisture, hanging limply.

The clothes he wore were so dirty that their original color was unrecognizable, his greasy hair was matted into clumps, and his cloudy eyes were devoid of any light.

On the table in front of me was a bowl of dark, unrecognizable food, with several flies buzzing excitedly around it.

This spoiled brat, who once swaggered around in the state-owned factory and beat Lin Xiumei to death, is now in a worse state than even the most lowly stray dog ​​on the street.

The cold wind blowing in through the door made his cloudy eyes move sluggishly for a moment.

He slowly raised his head.

When the two elongated black shadows at the door, like messengers from the underworld, completely enveloped him.

His numb face first stiffened, then twitched violently as if struck by an electric current.

He recognized who it was!

It's Lu Qingshan!

Extreme fear, like an icy tide, instantly filled his limbs and drowned his empty eyes.

He opened his mouth and let out a hoarse scream as if someone was being choked.

"Ah...it's...it's you!"

"What are you yelling about!"

Before his voice could fully erupt, Scarface Liu had already rushed forward, his large, fan-like hand pressing down on his shoulder like an iron clamp, while his other hand covered his mouth.

"If you dare utter another sound, I'll cut your tongue out and feed it to the dogs right now!" Scarface Liu said menacingly in his ear.

"Waaaaah..."

Yu Gaoyang struggled frantically, desperately trying to turn the wheels of his wheelchair, wanting to back up, wanting to escape this nightmare.

But the hand on his shoulder made all his struggles seem so ridiculous and powerless.

"Tsk tsk, Young Master Yu, you're living quite the good life, aren't you?"

Lu Qingshan casually moved a broken stool with a missing leg from the corner of the wall and sat down in front of Gao Yang without caring about anything, his voice carrying a hint of amusement.

"This place of yours is much more impressive than your old office."

Scarface Liu released his hand from his mouth, but still held his shoulder tightly.

Yu Gaoyang was finally able to catch his breath. He gasped for air, his body trembling violently with fear, tears and snot streaming down his face uncontrollably.

"Boss Lu... Brother Qingshan..."

His voice trembled uncontrollably as he pleaded, his voice trembling with sobs.

"I...I was wrong...I really know I was wrong...Please, have mercy on me...I'm a useless person now, I'm just a dog..."

He tried to force a smile that was worse than a grimace, hoping to elicit a tiny bit of pity.

"Do you remember? We're relatives!"

"Oh? A relative?"

Lu Qingshan smiled, but that smile was colder than the torrential rain outside the window.

He leaned forward slightly, staring into Yu Gaoyang's eyes, and asked slowly, "When you hit Xiumei, why didn't you remember that she was your wife?"

Yu Gaoyang's pleas abruptly ceased, his face turning ashen.

Lu Qingshan continued.

"I'm not here today to bring up old things. It's just... I missed your dad a bit, so I came to chat with you about family matters."

Upon hearing the word "father," a complex emotion flashed in Yu Gaoyang's eyes—fear mixed with a barely perceptible glimmer of hope.

Could it be... that Lu Qingshan is trying to threaten him with his father? His father is inside, he should be alright... right?

"My dad... what happened to my dad?" he asked, trembling.

Lu Qingshan leaned back in his chair, his voice as calm as if he were discussing the weather.

"Yu Bo, he's not having a good time inside...."

"Last week, I was pinned to the ground and had three ribs broken just for a piece of dark brown steamed bun."

Lu Qingshan's voice was soft, yet it struck Yu Gaoyang's heart like a heavy hammer.

His face turned deathly pale instantly.

"The prison guards didn't care, saying that this kind of thing happens every day and they couldn't be bothered with it."

Lu Qingshan seemed not to notice his reaction and continued to add slowly and deliberately.

"They just left him in the corner of the cell, and he rolled on the ground in pain, groaning and moaning for a whole day and night."

"Right now, I'm still lying on that broken wooden bed in the infirmary. It's hard to say whether I'll fully recover."

"Oh, right," Lu Qingshan said, as if remembering something interesting, "I heard that he talks in his sleep at night, tossing and turning and calling your name, saying... he misses you so much."

Every word Lu Qingshan spoke was like a poisoned knife, slowly torturing Yu Gaoyang's already taut nerves.

The fear in his eyes was gradually replaced by pain, regret, and boundless despair.

He remembered his father's eyes, filled with disappointment and reluctance, before he went to prison.

"Waaaaah..."

Uncontrollable tears streamed down his face, mingling with the grime on his cheeks.

Lu Qingshan paused for a moment, waiting for the effects of his words to fully take hold and for despair to completely engulf him.

Then, he changed the subject, his gaze slowly moving downwards to Yu Gaoyang's two withered and shrunken legs.

"Now that we've finished our casual conversation, let's get down to business."

Lu Qingshan's voice held a hint of cold amusement.

"I've heard you're quite capable these days, Young Master Yu. You've given up being a hotel manager and become an information broker?"