It must have been Lin Xuan's doing

Lin Xuan: "!!!!"

Holy shit!

Feng Yaya was just pulling out nails, how did Su Hua manage to twist it into this?

Could this be considered a case of "disaster striking out of nowhere while sitting at home"?

Lin Xuan could only explain, "Su Hua, this is different. I only used pliers, while Feng Yaya also used nails and a hammer."

He was gentler, not as ruthless as Feng Yaya.

"Hmm." Su Hua raised an eyebrow.

She didn’t press further.

Lin Xuan sat stiffly on the sofa, completely unable to focus on how Feng Yaya was tormenting Lin Li.

He needed to figure out how to extinguish the jealousy burning in Su Hua.

From the basement, Lin Li’s agonized screams continued to echo.

The little bit of fingernails and toenails Lin Li had managed to regrow were all brutally ripped out by Feng Yaya.

Lin Li was drenched in sweat, his clothes sticking to his body as if he had just been fished out of water.

"Tie him to the cross," Feng Yaya ordered.

"Miss," the head bodyguard reminded her, "the master said we must spare Lin Li’s life."

"Don’t worry, I know my limits," Feng Yaya sneered. "He’s still full of energy, isn’t he?"

The bodyguards didn’t dare say more and followed her instructions, hoisting Lin Li onto the cross.

Feng Yaya took a whip and lashed it across Lin Li’s body—crack! crack! crack!

"AAAAHHHH—"

Lin Li’s screams filled the room.

By the time Feng Yaya finally stopped, Lin Li was barely alive.

"Throw him out," she said coldly, tossing aside the torture tools. "Notify the Lin family to come collect him."

Lin Xuan turned off the TV.

"Su Hua, uh… we’ve finished watching the video. Let’s go back to our room," Lin Xuan said nervously.

Butler Wang raised his hand, signaling the servants in the living room to leave.

He gave Lin Xuan a sympathetic look.

At Lin Li’s wedding, Su Hua had already been jealous when Feng Yaya stared at Lin Xuan. Now, Feng Yaya had openly admitted she liked him.

Lin Xuan was doomed.

No—more accurately, Lin Xuan’s kidneys were doomed.

Butler Wang shook his head with a wry smile and walked out of the living room.

"No rush." Su Hua pinned Lin Xuan down on the sofa.

"Feng Yaya really has deep feelings for you, doesn’t she, Ah Xuan? Don’t you think so?" Su Hua asked, her tone deceptively casual.

Lin Xuan’s mind buzzed.

As expected, Su Hua was here to settle the score.

Even though she was on her period, Su Hua had learned plenty of tricks from books—she had a hundred ways to make him lose himself in pleasure.

He decided it was better to strike first.

Without giving Su Hua a chance to say more, Lin Xuan cupped the back of her head and kissed her.

Su Hua’s eyes curved into crescents.

Ah Xuan was getting smarter.

But did he really think this would let him off the hook?

She would make sure he had no energy left for other women, engraving in his mind that he belonged only to her—Su Hua.

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Jiang Shuqin returned to the Lin residence after leaving the beauty salon but didn’t see Lin Li.

"Where’s my son?" she asked a servant, setting down her Chanel bag.

The servant bowed. "Madam, the young master left not long after you did. He drove himself, but he didn’t say where he was going."

"That child, why is he running around like this?" Jiang Shuqin frowned.

With all the gossip swirling around him, what if someone recognized him outside? What then?

Worried, she called Lin Li.

A mechanical female voice answered: "The number you have dialed is currently switched off. Please try again later."

A sharp sense of unease rose in Jiang Shuqin’s chest.

Something felt wrong.

Lin Qingwan also called. "Mom, is Li’er back? People on Weibo are saying he was spotted, and crowds started throwing things at him. I’m afraid he might do something drastic."

Jiang Shuqin’s face paled. "He hasn’t returned. His phone is off."

A terrible thought struck her. "Li’er must be in trouble! Wan’er, we need to find him now! After the humiliation at his wedding—being exposed as a eunuch—he was already devastated. Now, with people cursing and attacking him… I’m terrified he might hurt himself!"

"Alright."

Lin Qingwan hung up, equally anxious.

She contacted her friends and her two younger sisters, mobilizing everyone to search for Lin Li.

She even called Lin Chang, but he brushed her off, claiming he was busy with work.

They scoured the city for hours but found no trace of Lin Li.

When Lin Qingwan returned, Jiang Shuqin rushed to her. "Well? Did you find him?"

"No." Lin Qingwan shook her head, exhausted.

"How is it possible that after five hours, we still haven’t found him?"

Jiang Shuqin paced the living room.

Then, she froze.

"Wan’er, I know who took Li’er!"

"Who?"

"Lin Xuan!" Jiang Shuqin declared. "It must be him! First, he ruined Li’er’s reputation at the wedding. Now, he’s kidnapped him—he wants Li’er dead!"

"I’m going to confront Lin Xuan right now and force him to release Li’er!"

If they delayed any longer, she feared her son’s life would be in danger.

But after a few steps, the memory of Su Hua’s torture flashed in her mind.

She stopped dead in her tracks.

What if Su Hua was involved? If she barged in, would they capture and torment her again?

No—she couldn’t go unprepared.

But Li’er needed her.

Then, another idea struck her.

"Wan’er, we’ll call the police! We’ll take them with us to confront Lin Xuan!"

"Mom," Lin Qingwan grabbed her arm, trying to stop her. "What if it wasn’t Lin Xuan?"

"If not him, then who?!" Jiang Shuqin snapped. "Your brother never offended anyone—he was always kind to others! The only one who hates him enough to kill him is Lin Xuan!"

"Mom, we shouldn’t accuse him without proof."

"Lin Qingwan!" Jiang Shuqin glared. "I’ve tolerated you defending Lin Xuan time and again, but this is life and death! Your brother is missing, possibly suffering, and you’re still protecting the culprit!"