The Eunuch's Wife

No, he couldn’t let Lin Xuan find out he was already a eunuch.

Lin Li’s first instinct was to run.

He desperately sprinted toward the basement exit, but Wang Ba stood there with his arms crossed, his burly frame blocking the way.

Lin Li realized—there was no escape.

He dropped to his knees before Lin Xuan.

"Brother, I know I was wrong. Please, let me go. I’ll never oppose you again. If you want the Lin family, it’s yours. I’ll move out. I won’t compete for Mom and Dad’s affection, or our sisters’ either."

All Lin Li wanted was to get out of there—he couldn’t let Lin Xuan discover his secret.

If his father found out, he’d never inherit the Lin family’s fortune.

For now, he’d play weak. Once he was safe, he could do whatever he wanted.

"Hold him down!" Lin Xuan sneered.

Let Lin Li go?

Was that even possible?

He was going to torment Lin Li step by step, making his life a living hell.

Cheng Da and Cheng Er immediately seized Lin Li, pinning him in place.

A wave of hopelessness washed over Lin Li.

Lin Xuan cracked his knuckles, then drove his fist straight between Lin Li’s legs.

Huh?

Lin Xuan frowned. Why was there nothing there?

Wasn’t this the right spot?

Lin Li’s face drained of color, his body going limp. If not for Cheng Da and Cheng Er holding him up, he would’ve collapsed right then.

Thinking he’d missed, Lin Xuan struck again.

This time, he was sure.

Still nothing.

A thought flashed through Lin Xuan’s mind.

Could it be…?

He stared in shock at Lin Li’s crotch.

No way…

To confirm his suspicion, he ordered, "You two, strip his pants off."

"Yes," Cheng Da and Cheng Er replied.

Lin Li’s mind screamed that it was over.

He didn’t even try to resist.

What was the point? He had no chance.

"Master Lin, didn’t you say this was the last step?" Wang Ba asked, confused.

Lin Xuan’s eyes remained fixed on Lin Li as he smirked. "I just want to see if I’m right."

If it was true… this was going to be hilarious.

Cheng Da restrained Lin Li while Cheng Er yanked his pants down.

Thud. The fabric hit the floor.

The moment they saw what was—or rather, wasn’t—there—

Lin Xuan: "!!!"

Wang Ba: "!!!"

Cheng Da: "!!!"

"What’s wrong? Why do you all look like that?" Cheng Er, still holding Lin Li, was baffled.

Then he glanced down.

"Holy shit!"

He recoiled like he’d been burned, pointing at Lin Li. "It’s gone! It’s actually gone!"

Cheng Er’s jaw dropped—he’d never seen a eunuch in his life.

Lin Li slumped to the ground.

Now that Lin Xuan knew, he’d spread the news everywhere.

It took Lin Xuan a long moment to recover.

"What the hell happened?" He turned to Wang Ba. "Did you do this?"

"No, no!" Wang Ba shook his head frantically. "I was saving that for you, Master Lin. Why would I act on my own?"

"If I did it, may lightning strike me dead!" He raised two fingers in oath.

Lin Xuan frowned.

If not Wang Ba, then who?

Whoever did it, though—they’d done a damn good job.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk." Lin Xuan grinned, crouching in front of Lin Li. "Turns out you’ve been a eunuch all along."

Lin Li’s face twisted in humiliation.

"Lin Xuan, don’t you dare gloat!"

If he survived today, he’d make sure Lin Xuan suffered the same fate—no, a thousand times worse!

Lin Xuan raised a brow.

Oh, he’d gloat all he wanted.

Lin Li was powerless to stop him.

Pulling out his phone, Lin Xuan snapped several photos of Lin Li.

If he remembered correctly…

Lin Li’s wedding to some socialite was in two weeks.

Perfect. He’d display these pictures at the ceremony—a little wedding gift.

"Since you’re already missing the goods, no need to cut anything off." Lin Xuan smirked.

Wang Ba couldn’t help but think: The boss really knows how to twist the knife.

How do you cut what isn’t there?

"My dear brother, don’t worry. Even without that, you can still have fun—just switch teams, yeah?" Lin Xuan suggested.

"You—!" Lin Li’s eyes bulged.

Wang Ba: "…"

The boss’s sense of humor was dark.

Lin Xuan’s playful expression vanished, replaced by icy detachment. "Tie him up. Hang him from the pillar."

"Yes."

Cheng Da and Cheng Er swiftly bound Lin Li, stretching him out in a spread-eagle position against the pillar.

Lin Xuan picked up a whip and lashed it across Lin Li’s body—crack, crack, crack!

Bloody streaks bloomed on Lin Li’s skin.

He gritted his teeth, refusing to make a sound.

Soon, Lin Li was drenched in blood.

Wang Ba marveled inwardly: The boss looks so refined, but when it comes to torture, he’s downright savage.

Thud.

Lin Xuan tossed the whip aside.

He picked up a red-hot iron rod. "Lin Li, let’s see if you can handle this."

Lin Li’s legs trembled at the sight of the glowing metal.

Lin Xuan pressed the rod against Lin Li’s chest—sizzle! The stench of burning flesh filled the air.

"AAAAAGH—!"

Lin Li finally broke, screaming in agony.

Lin Xuan inhaled deeply, savoring the scent. "Mmm. Smells delicious."

"Could use some salt and chili powder, though."

Almost on cue, Wang Ba stepped forward, grinning as he offered a small tray. "Master Lin, I’ve got some right here."

Lin Xuan blinked.

"You carry this around?"

"You haven’t been here the past few days. The boys and I got bored, so we did some barbecuing," Wang Ba explained.

"Nice."

Lin Xuan nodded approvingly, taking the spices.

He removed the iron rod (now cooling) and tossed it back into the coals.

Then he liberally sprinkled chili powder and salt over Lin Li’s fresh burn.

"AAAAAHHH—!" Lin Li convulsed, veins bulging on his forehead.

"Master Lin." A subordinate entered.

"Lin Li’s father, Lin Chang, is searching everywhere for him."

"Lin Chang, huh?" Lin Xuan’s voice dripped with menace. "Since we’ve dealt with the son today, might as well grab the old man too."

"Bag him and bring him here."

"Yes."

Cheng Da and Cheng Er sprang into action. They lured Lin Chang to a secluded spot with false information about Lin Li’s whereabouts, drugged his water, and once he passed out, stuffed him into a sack.

Then they hauled him straight to the basement.