Liu Ruxue’s nose was smashed, blood gushing out and dripping into the toilet bowl, leaving stark red streaks against the pristine white porcelain. The pain made her want to struggle, but as she braced her hands against the floor, Luo Yao pressed down with her high heel, grinding it into Liu Ruxue’s hand until the skin tore and flesh blurred. The excruciating agony nearly made her pass out.
“Ah—I’ll lick it, I’ll lick it!” Liu Ruxue had completely lost the will to resist and could only obey Luo Yao’s demand.
The other women in the restroom lowered their heads, not daring to make a sound. It was clear to them now—this deranged woman had a vendetta against Liu Ruxue. She was here specifically to torment her.
And she wasn’t just some ordinary woman. The fact that no guards had come to check on them after all this time suggested there was something more sinister at play.
Most importantly, her combat skills were off the charts. She was not someone to mess with.
Afraid of drawing her wrath, the women stayed silent, quietly going about their tasks, praying this demon would leave them alone soon.
Watching Liu Ruxue slowly lick the toilet, Luo Yao finally cracked a twisted smile, her expression terrifying under the dim light.
Then, she turned to the rough-looking woman who had earlier tried to act tough alongside her.
“You. Squat over there and recite the stops of Bus Route 983, all 87 stations from Wangyou Bus Station to Xiyao Village. Miss one, and you’ll slap yourself ten times.”
The woman’s face went blank. This was hell-level difficulty.
“Huh?” She stared at Luo Yao in disbelief.
“You don’t want to?” Luo Yao’s gaze turned even fiercer.
“No, no! I’ll do it right now!”
With a look of utter despair, the woman hurriedly squatted in the corner and began, “First stop… uh, Wangyou Bus Station. Second—”
Before she could finish, Luo Yao slapped her hard across the face, the sound echoing through the cell. “Wrong. You’re supposed to say, ‘Welcome aboard Bus 983. Next stop: XXX.’”
Tears streamed down the woman’s face. What kind of devil had she crossed paths with?
“Welcome aboard Bus 983. Next stop…”
She trembled as she spoke, while Luo Yao corrected her mistakes, kept an eye on Liu Ruxue to ensure she didn’t slack off, and occasionally ordered the other women to slap each other.
These women had all been ready to bully her earlier—what kind of decent people were they?
Luo Yao had learned from a young age: the weaker you are, the more others will trample over you. When you stand your ground, they hesitate. When you’re ruthless, they fear you.
That was the law of survival—whether in school, where innocence and cruelty intertwined, in the unpredictable outside world, or even in this tiny detention room.
Take bullied kids, for example. Often, it was because they were too soft.
If they told a teacher, the teacher might say, “Why does he only pick on you and not others?”
If they told their parents, the parents might scold, “Why didn’t you fight back?”
Then the bullies would mock them for “running to Mommy and Teacher,” making the torment even worse.
But if you were vicious enough, none of that would matter.
By the time Luo Yao was done, the women’s faces were swollen, and Liu Ruxue was on the verge of a mental breakdown. Checking the time, Luo Yao decided she’d had enough.
Before leaving, she cast a cold, warning look at them.
“If Liu Ruxue has even a single good day here, you know what’ll happen.”
She didn’t specify the consequences, but her gaze conveyed the worst possible punishment. Liu Ruxue shuddered, as if glimpsing the darkness awaiting her.
Soon, a guard arrived to open the door.
“Miss Luo, the other party has clarified it was a misunderstanding. You’re free to go.”
Luo Yao said nothing, only giving Liu Ruxue one last icy glare.
“A-Ran always told me you’re nothing but trash. Now I see you’re better suited to eat it.”
Liu Ruxue sobbed quietly, not daring to fight back. “Brother Lin Ran would never say that. He loves me the most…”
Once Luo Yao was gone, the women exhaled in relief, as if they’d just escaped hell.
Then, one woman suddenly gasped, her eyes wide with shock.
“Luo… Luo Yao? The heiress of the First Financial Group?”
Her voice cut through the silence like a blade.
The others froze, their expressions turning to stone.
Then, terror washed over them like a tidal wave.
All eyes turned to Liu Ruxue, who felt a chill crawl up her spine. A sense of impending doom settled over her.
“What… what are you going to do?” she stammered in fear.
The rough-looking woman grinned, her smile now grotesque.
“You pissed off Miss Luo and dragged us into it. Of course, we’ll follow her orders and teach you a lesson. A woman like you, ending up in a place like this, needs a proper blood baptism.”
Liu Ruxue screamed in despair, “Stay away from me!”
They still had some restraint—after all, she was due in court soon, and they couldn’t leave her too battered. But once she was sentenced, her real suffering would begin.
After spending a few hours inside, Luo Yao emerged feeling refreshed, some of her pent-up aggression finally released.
There were two reasons she’d gone after Liu Ruxue today. First, she’d needed an outlet for her rage.
Second, she’d seen rumors online claiming Lin Ran had feelings for Liu Ruxue. The thought infuriated her. Like a lioness provoked, her protective instincts had flared.
She couldn’t tolerate anyone tarnishing Lin Ran’s name, even with baseless gossip.
“Hold it in, and your breasts grow knots. Take a step back, and your uterus sprouts tumors.” The more she thought about it, the angrier and more unhinged she became.
But she could never take it out on Lin Ran. So Liu Ruxue became her target.
Before the trial, she’d give her a taste of what was coming.
With that in mind, Luo Yao made a trip to the women’s prison on the outskirts, handpicking a few reliable inmates.
Finally, she returned to the estate, just as Lin Ran finished his live stream.
“A-Ran.” Her voice softened, a tenderness reserved only for him.
“Yao Yao, you’re back. How was your day?” Lin Ran smiled, his warmth dispelling the shadows in her heart.
Luo Yao nodded. “It was good. What were you up to?”
Luo Yao was well aware that Lin Ran had just finished her live stream—she had even watched it on her way back.
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