Su Hua crouched down in front of Jiang Shuqin, picked up her hand, and raised an eyebrow.
She had gotten a manicure.
Perfect—Su Hua loved destroying beautiful things.
"Su... Su President," Jiang Shuqin's voice trembled uncontrollably. "I beg you, please let me go."
"Let you go? Impossible. These nails are so long—they’ll be easy to pull out."
With elegant movements, Su Hua placed the tweezers against Jiang Shuqin’s nails.
Gracefully, accompanied by Jiang Shuqin’s screams, she slowly pried each nail from her fingers.
The extracted nails were all tossed onto the floor.
"AAAAAHHH—"
Jiang Shuqin shrieked in agony.
One, two, three... all ten nails were soon torn off.
The nails, still clinging to bits of flesh and blood, lay in a pile—a horrifying sight.
Jiang Qing had been watching Su Hua’s actions closely.
Who would’ve thought that even something as brutal as ripping out nails could look so mesmerizing when done by Su Hua? Of course, that was only if one ignored Jiang Shuqin’s tortured expression and her bloodied hands.
Once the nails were all removed, Su Hua prepared to set the tweezers aside.
Jiang Qing reminded her, "Su President, Lin Chang and Lin Li also had all ten toenails pulled out."
Su Hua: "You handle the rest."
"Got it."
Jiang Qing got to work, unfazed as she forcibly yanked out every single one of Jiang Shuqin’s toenails.
But she didn’t use tweezers—she used pliers.
"AAAAAHHH—"
Jiang Shuqin finally couldn’t take it anymore and passed out from the pain.
Jiang Qing asked, "Su President, anything else?"
"I remember Xuan was once punished by her—forced to kneel on broken glass and left outside in the freezing snow."
Su Hua’s voice grew colder.
She would return every ounce of suffering Xuan had endured—tenfold.
"Prepare a floor covered in glass shards. Make her walk on it. Kneel on it. And—isn’t the white tiger nearby?"
"Yes, it’s in the woods outside?"
"Right." Jiang Qing nodded. "It’s out hunting."
Su Hua: "Call it here."
"Yes." Jiang Qing felt a flicker of confusion.
Su Hua didn’t intend to kill Jiang Shuqin—the white tiger’s usual role was disposing of bodies.
Why summon it now?
Just as Jiang Qing was about to follow the order, Su Hua added, "Also, prepare an ice chamber."
"Understood."
Once the white tiger was brought back, Jiang Qing had someone douse the unconscious Jiang Shuqin with a bucket of ice water—saltier than seawater.
Jiang Shuqin jolted awake instantly.
The moment her eyes flew open, she instinctively tried to push herself up with her hands.
"AH—"
Another scream of pain tore from her throat.
It hurt so much!
Wait—
Jiang Shuqin looked around in terror.
The floor was covered in glass shards!
Then she saw something else—her pupils dilated in horror.
The white tiger!
Inside the small room, the beast stared at her with predatory intensity.
"AH—"
Trembling uncontrollably, Jiang Shuqin scrambled backward, glass shards digging into her flesh with every movement, sending waves of unbearable pain through her.
"ROAR—"
The tiger let out a deafening growl and began advancing toward her.
"No—don’t eat me!"
Gritting her teeth against the agony, Jiang Shuqin tried to run across the glass-covered floor, desperate to escape.
"Help! Don’t eat me, please don’t eat me!"
She stumbled, fell, and rolled several times, glass embedding itself deeper into her skin.
The white tiger, wearing specially designed shoes, moved effortlessly across the shards, unaffected.
It watched Jiang Shuqin with amusement, making no move to attack—just enjoying her frantic attempts to flee.
Jiang Shuqin was now covered in glass, her body a bloody mess.
Su Hua and the others sat before a monitor, observing Jiang Shuqin’s torment with detached calm.
Jiang Qing and the bodyguards winced as they watched, their own skin crawling in sympathy.
Su Hua’s methods were truly ruthless.
This was psychological and physical torture at its finest.
The glass shards alone—just imagining the pain was enough to make anyone shudder.
"THUD—"
Jiang Shuqin collapsed again, crawling to the door and pounding on it in despair.
"Let me out! Please, I beg you, let me out!"
"CRUNCH, CRACK—"
The tiger’s footsteps crushed the glass beneath its paws, the sound grating and ominous.
With each step closer, Jiang Shuqin’s terror grew.
Then—
A rough tongue dragged across her face.
Jiang Shuqin jerked her head around—only to see the tiger’s gaping maw inches from her.
"AAAAAHHH—"
She fainted from sheer terror.
The tiger’s face twisted in boredom.
Humans. So fragile.
The door opened, and the beast strode out of the room, disappearing into the woods without a backward glance.
It had a mate to find.
Meanwhile, Jiang Shuqin was dragged out of the glass-filled chamber, her body now resembling a pincushion.
Another bucket of ice water revived her.
Su Hua spoke coolly, "Ms. Jiang, ever since your miscarriage, you’ve been unable to conceive, haven’t you?"
Though barely coherent, Jiang Shuqin snapped to attention at those words.
Through the pain, she demanded, "Su Hua, what are you planning?"
Why bring this up now?
"Nothing much." Su Hua’s red lips curled. "I just wanted to remind you—Xuan was driven out of the Lin family. Lin Li is an adopted son. Without a biological heir, do you think your husband will seek another woman to bear his child?"
The moment Su Hua said it, Jiang Shuqin thought of Wang Yajun—and that secretary.
So Lin Chang was with those women to produce an heir.
And once a son was born, he’d inherit the Lin family’s fortune.
If another woman’s child took everything, Jiang Shuqin, Lin Li, and Wan’er would all be cast out.
Her eyes burned with fury.
Jiang Qing smirked.
Their organization, Dark Rose, had recently developed a drug that rendered men sterile.
Su Hua was clearly nudging Jiang Shuqin to dose Lin Chang—ensuring he’d never father another child.
And when Lin Chang found out Jiang Shuqin had poisoned him?
He’d make her pay.
The Lin family would tear itself apart.
Seeing Jiang Shuqin’s shattered expression, Su Hua allowed herself a small, satisfied smile.
She gave one last order: "Throw her into the ice chamber. Make her kneel. Let her savor the feeling of freezing on her knees."
"Make sure the doctors monitor her. Don’t let her die."
"And once she’s out—continue the torment as I instructed."
This time, Jiang Shuqin would learn the true meaning of "a fate worse than death."
"Yes."
Jiang Qing listened carefully, suppressing a shudder.
This woman was truly doomed.
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