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nTranslator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

nXia Mingzheng’s entire family stood there. He regretted being so rash a little. Shen Yijun was a little confused, but she wanted to know what they were talking about. Either way, it had nothing to do with her since it was not her daughter.

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nHowever, Xia Yixuan was already feeling guilty, coupled with Lu Jinrong’s dark eyes—which were not much warmer than Chu Lui’s—staring at her. The guilt made her want to scream out and go hysterical.

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nXia Ruoxin looked at Shen Yijun, who had her head down the whole time, and then retracted her gaze.

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n“Mr. Xia, didn’t you want an explanation? I’ll give you one now.” She looked down and dug her fingers into the hand again and again. It hurt, but not as much as her heart did.

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n“I learned from your daughter. Your daughter kept someone else locked up and starved them. She used chili to ruin their throat and used a knife to cut up their face before she broke their legs.”

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n“I didn’t.” Xia Yixuan suddenly screamed out loud. However, she felt guilty. Her terror made her guilty conscience clear. Others might not know, but as her father, Xia Mingzheng knew if his daughter had done something like this. Since young, she had reacted to things the exact same way. She would first scream that she did not do it and then push it all onto Xia Yixuan.

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n“Whether you did or not, Ms. Xia would know, an…” Xia Ruoxin was about to continue when Xia Yixuan lunged at her.

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n“Shut up, you shut up!” However, just as she was about to touch Xia Ruoxin’s hair, Lu Jinrong turned and kicked her away. His face was gloomy.

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nHe had guesses, but this was more infuriating than seeing and hearing it himself. His kick was light; letting this kind of woman die was like giving her the easy way out.

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n“Yixuan!” Xia Mingzheng was stunned. He ran over and caught his daughter. Xia Yixuan felt like her organs had been rearranged, and she felt her intestines throbbing.

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nShen Yijun was stunned, too. “Isn’t it too much for a man to raise a hand against a woman?” Even though she did not like Xia Yixuan—no matter what, she could not let someone else bully members of the Xia household.

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nXia Ruoxin was a little tired from the standing so she leaned back onto the wall. Her teary eyes were still rather clear.

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n“Doesn’t Madam Xia want to know the name of the person who Xia Yixuan disfigured and crippled?”

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nXia Yixuan’s intestines were still throbbing. Cold sweat was trickling down her face. She wanted to warm Lu Xiaohua to stop talking and shut up, but every time she opened her mouth, she cried out in pain.

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nShen Yijun paused and retracted her hand that was about to help Xia Yixuan up.

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nXia Ruoxin turned, but strangely, she did not feel sadness or pain. She was just tired and wanted to sleep. She parted her red lips, her cool voice coupled with the hoarseness… an unknown feeling…

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n“You all know that person. You’re familiar with her, too. It’s even someone you saw every day.”

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nXia Mingzheng widened his eyes.

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nShen Yijun’s lips were quivering, and her body faltered.

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n“Have you guys thought of it?” It was like a curse carried by an eerie wind. “Her name is Xia Ruoxin.”

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nPiak! Shen Yijun’s hand flung across Xia Yixuan’s face. The latter was already in pain from the kick, and the added impact on her face—coupled with endless fear—made her lose her consciousness.

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n“Yijun, you…” Xia Mingzheng was about to speak, but—piak! Shen Yijun’s hand landed on his face.

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n“Yijun, the matter is not clear yet…” Xia Mingzheng tossed his pride aside. On one hand, there was his unconscious daughter; on the other was his agitated wife.

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nShen Yijun laughed coldly. “You should know yourself what your daughter is like. Don’t you know if she did it?”

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nWhen she was done, she felt her vision blur; and she fell to the floor.

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nXia Ruoxin walked into the room behind them. She was tired and wanted to sleep.

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n“Go settle it.” Lu Jinrong said to his assistant before he walked over to Lu Ke’en.

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n“Dad, I’ll send you back.” After looking at this, he was really in a bad mood.

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nLu Ke’en did not like beating the beaten dog. No matter how annoying Xia Mingzheng was, Lu Ke’en was not that kind of person.

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n“It’s fine.” He straightened his back. “I’m not so old that I can’t move. Do what you need to; I’ll head back myself.” He scoffed. He walked out of the room, sighing with a gloomy expression.

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nWhat was all this? And… He paused and looked at the room behind him with a complex expression.

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nHis Xiaohua had been through a lot.

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nHe had guessed what his free daughter’s identity was. She was that Xia Ruoxin. That was how she knew everything so clearly. Else, why would she imprison Xia Yixuan? The child was still too soft-hearted. Ten days, and that woman was not even hurt. She was just hungry and dirty.

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nXia Ruoxin even almost lost her life. As for the Xia household, they would leave it up to her.

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nShe could decide to keep or destroy it.

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nXia Ruoxin lay down. She wanted to sleep. At this time, there was a hand on her forehead. She opened her eyes; it was Lu Jinrong.

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n“What about the people outside?” Lu Jinrong asked her. They could not just leave them there to take up space.

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n“En…” Xia Ruoxin opened her eyes. “Brother can deal with them. I can’t be bothered.”

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n“Okay, I’ll handle it,”—Lu Jinrong felt his heart ache for his sister—”but you’re just letting them go like this?”

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n“No.” Xia Ruoxin closed her eyes again. “That’s too easy. She’ll never get what she wants. I don’t want her to have things easy. I don’t have to do it myself constantly. Her fear and uneasiness… her greed would torture her day and night. She will not rest easy; neither will she rest now. She would yearn for death but not be able to do it.”

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nPhysical torture was one way; psychological torture fared much better.

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n“Brother, can you pass me the doll?”

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