“I feel like letting you leave just like this would make the Ye family seem easy to bully. I want to leave you a memorable experience,” Ye Hui said, walking around him with her hands behind her back, her gaze turning cold as she ordered the two servants: “A De, Mo Qi, come and tie him up.”
“But we don’t have any rope,” A De stammered, feeling that the young lady had changed, glancing fearfully at the new son-in-law, thinking she might have been influenced by him.
“His robe looks sturdy enough to use as a rope,” Ye Hui coldly looked at the two servants. “What, no courage? Are you even men?”
Qin Yuhang sipped his tea, watching with interest, wanting to see how his newly married wife would handle this.
The two servants, chastised, went and stripped Zhang Gui’s robe, tying his hands.
Zhang Gui shouted, “I’ll tell mother! You’re being too harsh, and she’ll be angry!”
Ye Hui looked at him with disdain, “You’ve already lost all face. Can’t I lie to mother and see who she believes?”
“You can’t hurt me. If you leave marks, mother will know.”
“You’ve reminded me. Don’t worry, I won’t leave any marks,” Ye Hui said softly, then turning to the servants, “Hang him from the roof beam by his hands, with only his big toes touching the ground. Oh, remove his socks and gag his mouth to prevent him from making noise and annoying me.”
This torture method was something she had seen online, capable of breaking even the strongest man.
Zhang Gui watched in horror as the servants manipulated him like a puppet, his mouth stuffed with a foul-smelling sock, almost suffocating.
But that wasn’t the worst. Hanging from the beam, his entire body weight rested on his big toes. Soon, his feet went numb, then his legs, his whole body aching unbearably. He wanted to beg for mercy but couldn’t speak, his eyes wide with pleading.
Even Qin Yuhang, who had seen many torture methods, found this novel approach more interesting and sophisticated than a simple beating. His new wife was indeed a treasure.
“Feeling good?” Ye Hui asked softly, walking leisurely in front of him.
Zhang Gui shook his head vigorously, his eyes wide like copper bells.
“Still want to report me to mother?”
