Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
âYou donât know, but Iâve had enough of her long ago! Sheâs lazy and just takes advantage of her brothers in the mountains. Sheâs unreasonable and wants to ride above me in everything.â
âBesides, sheâs ugly and not even one percent as beautiful as you. After I have you, I definitely wonât touch her again. Iâll only dote on you,â Wang Nian said.
He thought that Chen Linâer had finally figured it out. A woman had no one to rely on. She had to find a backer in the end.
Chen Linâer pretended to request, âIf you want to keep your word, itâs best if you kill her before you marry me!â
However, the cunning Wang Nian suggested instead, âWhy donât the two of us have a physical relationship first before I deal with her?â
Chen Linâer had no choice but to agree to submit to him first.
She planned to let Wang Nian kill Ms. Zhang first, and then she would take revenge on Wang Nian.
Then she realized that Wang Nian did not dare to offend Ms. Zhang at all.
She decided to settle for the next best thing and only kill Wang Nian.
However, it was not easy to kill Wang Nian.
Wang Nian was very vigilant. Even during intimate moments, he was always on guard against her.
She could only hold back her tears and use all her treasures to seduce him.
The opportunity had finally come. On the night she promised him that she could come to propose tomorrow, Wang Nian was overjoyed and let down his guard against her.
He actually let her take control.
At his most forgetful moment, she plunged the razor-sharp scissors into his chest.
She deliberately did not stab him in the heart. She wanted to keep him alive to torture him.
Before he could scream, Chen Linâer stuffed a rag into his mouth.
She tied his hands and feet, then, with a sad smile, began to torture him, cutting him again and again.
At first, his expression was ferocious, but later, his eyes revealed a pleading expression, as if he was saying, âGive me a quick death!â
Chen Linâer took out a pen and paper, saying, âWrite down everything you did honestly. Confess, and I wonât torture you anymore.â
âDonât think I donât know that my in-laws were killed by your wifeâs brothers.
My husband was also killed by you.â
âAnd my child was also killed by you and the Zhang brothers. You donât want me to sell the shop because you took a fancy to it, so you attacked my family!â
There was hope in Wang Nianâs eyes. He thought that Chen Linâer wanted to report his confession to the officials and sue him and his wife. If Chen Linâer reported it to the officials, he would have a way out.
Wang Nian nodded in agreement.
Chen Linâer bandaged his wounds and untied one of his hands.
Wang Nian wrote the facts with trembling hands because he had lost too much blood.
He did not dare to deny the truth, as Chen Linâer was holding a knife and could cut him at any time.
Wang Nian finally wrote down everything he had done and even signed and pressed a fingerprint.
However, what awaited him was not an official investigation but Chen Linâer torturing him to death.
Chen Linâer planned to kill Ms. Zhang after killing Wang Nian.
But Ms. Zhang had been practicing martial arts and knew some self-defense techniques, so Chen Linâer was caught by Ms. Zhang.
Ms. Zhang was very cunning. Instead of killing Chen Linâer, she sent her to the authorities, claiming that Chen Linâer had to compensate her for killing her husband. Her house and shop had to be surrendered to her as compensation.
Chen Linâer knew that the officials were afraid of the bandits, and the governor was also afraid of Ms. Zhang.
She simply gave up struggling, admitted her crime, and waited for death.
She did not care that Ms. Zhang had taken over her property.
However, she had only eliminated one of her many enemies, and she was still indignant.
She asked Wang Nian to write down the crime because she hoped that one day, she would be able to see all her enemies executed.
She would quietly wait for death in the cell and not commit suicide because she hoped that a miracle would happen before she died..n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om