Chapter 105 - 105: Torture
Wedding Night! A Regretful Marriage to Her Disabled Rival!
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Gu Qingchengâs blood-red eyes stared at Chu He fiercely. n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
âFine. â
She laughed. It was wild and reckless laughter. âIf you have the guts, turn me into a human pig.â
She wasnât afraid, instead provoking Chu He.
âI will do as you wish.â Chu He, provoked by Gu Qingcheng, seemed insane too.
âSince you were a child, youâve been as proud as your despicable mother. Today, I will crush your bones, so you canât dance or speak, unable to live or die!â
âHahahaâ¦â Gu Qingcheng ridiculed Chu He boldly, âYou only dare to torture me, not kill me. If you turn me into a human pig, do you think Huo Sicheng will spare you? Do you think Gu Tianhao can inherit the inheritance if I become a human-pig?
âChu He, what youâre thinking, I know.â She mocked Chu He, âYou want revenge because I hit your daughter, Gu Mei. But you should know that if something happens to me or I die, Gu Tianhao wonât get anything.â
She knew she could threaten Gu Tianhao with the inheritance, but not Chu He.
So she looked at Yuan Qiaolan, who stood in the corner, arms crossed, watching Chu He abuse herself.
âYuan Qiaolan, do you know how much money I can inherit?â She smiled,
âEight trillion yuan. Your entire family couldnât earn that much in ten lifetimes. If I die, no one can get their hands on that eight trillion.â
âChu He only gives you 500,000 yuan each time. What can you do with 500,000 yuan? Itâs barely enough for beggars.â She stared at Yuan Qiaolan whose face had softened, âYou think if Chu He gets eight trillion, she will give you how much? A million? Half a million? A hundred thousand? Or maybe you wonât get a single penny of my inheritance, and youâll have to beg Chu He for money every time, and sheâll treat you like a beggar.â
âShut up!â Yuan Qiaolan glared at Gu Qingcheng angrily, âI think youâve had enough! How dare you scheme against me and manipulate me and my son. I havenât killed you; you should be grateful.â
âGrateful? I never feel grateful.â Gu Qingcheng smiled brilliantly, âDo you know how your familyâs Ao Chuang made its fortune? Youâre well aware of what my motherâs life was worth. I despise the petty sums Chu He gives you. However, if you cooperate with me, Iâll inherit eight trillion, and I can at least give you half of it.â
Yuan Qiaolanâs eyes widened in disbelief, unable to fathom that Gu Qingcheng would be so generous.
However, from what she knew of Gu Qingcheng, every time she encountered her, Gu Qingcheng seemed lavish as if money meant nothing.
When Chu He heard Gu Qingchengâs words, she felt something was wrong.
âBitch, Iâll strangle you.â She grabbed Gu Qingchengâs chin with her hand, âSpeak, I will rip your tongue out. I wonât let you say a word in your life, you whore! â
Gu Qingcheng felt Chu Heâs hand tightly squeezing her neck, making her unable to breathe, suffocating sensations engulfing her, making her dizzy from lack of oxygen.
While choking Gu Qingcheng, Chu He pressed pliers against her mouth.
âSpeak, you slut!â
Chu He applied even more force to choke Gu Qingcheng, ensuring that she would have to open her mouth to breathe due to extreme oxygen deficiency.
This way, she could forcibly pull out Gu Qingchengâs tongue.
Hate.
Chu He loathed Gu Qingcheng to the extreme.
Gu Qingchengâs face had already turned red and swollen from Chu Heâs blows, and now her face was flushed from lack of oxygen, with blood oozing from the corners of her mouth, making her look even more terrifying.
Despite that, she still didnât fear Chu He in the slightest, just smiling, a brilliant smile fixated on Chu He.
Chu He felt a chill in her heart, terrified by Gu Qingchengâs smile.
Unconsciously, fear spread throughout her body, and her hand holding the pliers trembled.
âBitch, open your mouth!â Chu He roared at Gu Qingcheng hysterically, âOpen your mouth!â
In the room, madness wasnât only confined to Gu Qingcheng and Chu He, but also in the atmosphere.
Yuan Qiaolan had been watching all this time, seeing Gu Qingcheng as an utterly insane woman.
This wildly acting Gu Qingcheng frightened her.
A thought appeared in her mind, and she stepped forward, forcefully pushing
Chu He aside.
âYou canât kill Gu Qingcheng!â
As Yuan Qiaolan betrayed Chu He, the sharp pliers in Chu Heâs hand happened to poke into her palm, causing her to tear up from the pain.
âWhat. what are you doing?â She glared at Yuan Qiaolan in pain, âWhy canât I kill this bitch, Gu Qingcheng? As long as sheâs alive, Iâll never have a good day!â
âYuan Qiaolan, donât think you can threaten me and dictate to me!â Yuan Qiaolan stood with her hands on her hips, looking like a shrew, âIâve been threatening you for so many years. Do you think Iâm a pushover? Let me tell you. I said Gu Qingcheng canât die! I wonât let you kill her either!â
Chu He was stunned, and in her fury, she raised her hand to strike Yuan Qiaolan.
âYou, the ungrateful parasite, get out!â
Of course, Yuan Qiaolan wouldnât let Chu He hit her and pushed Chu He away instead.
âDo you dare hit me?â Her words carried a threatening tone.
Chu He was furious, but when she saw Yuan Qiaolanâs complete lack of fear, she suppressed her rage and looked at Yuan Qiaolan.
âYou think Iâm a fool? Do I need you to remind me?â Yuan Qiaolan glared at Chu
He, âIâm telling you, Iâve been threatening you for so many years. Do you think
Iâm a pushover? I told you, Gu Qingcheng canât die! You want to kill her, I absolutely wonât allow it!â
Chu He, filled with anger, bit down hard on the back of her teeth, wishing she could tear Yuan Qiaolan apart.
But it seemed that she had thought of something and forcibly restrained her boiling anger, staring at Yuan Qiaolan.
âYou wonât let me kill Gu Qingcheng, right? No problem, I can spare her.â She spoke slowly and clearly, âBut Gu Qingcheng hurt my daughter, and I must seek revenge! You canât stop me, right?â
Yuan Qiaolanâs eyes gleamed with cunning calculation.. She asked Chu He, âHow do you want to take revenge on Gu Qingcheng?â