Please Let Me Go

Jiang Qing was eager to catch up on sleep. After ending the call with Su Hua, she dialed the director of the mental hospital.

"Secretary Jiang," the director, who had also gone to bed early, was woken up by her call.

But he didn’t dare complain.

Secretary Jiang worked under Su Hua—his financial benefactor—so he had to treat her with reverence.

"Might I ask why Secretary Jiang is calling so late?" the director asked in an ingratiating tone.

"Torture Qin Ruoyao a bit. Just make sure she doesn’t die," Jiang Qing ordered.

"No problem. I’ll have someone take care of it right away," the director replied with a smile.

"Remember to record a video," Jiang Qing added.

"Of course, no problem," the director nodded again.

Just as Jiang Qing was about to hang up, the director hurriedly asked, "Secretary Jiang, is this video for Su Hua to watch?"

Jiang Qing snapped, "Don’t ask questions that don’t concern you. Just do as you’re told."

"Yes," the director didn’t dare press further.

After hanging up, the director immediately called the orderlies at the mental hospital.

"You lot, go and torment Qin Ruoyao right now. And record a video of her."

"Yes," the orderlies acknowledged.

"Wait," the director suddenly added, "Actually, I’ll go to the hospital myself first."

The video of Qin Ruoyao’s torment was likely meant for Su Hua’s eyes.

This wasn’t something to take lightly.

He’d feel much better supervising it personally.

The director drove to the mental hospital overnight.

They arrived at Qin Ruoyao’s room together.

"Director," one of the male orderlies couldn’t help but ask, "Who exactly did Qin Ruoyao offend?"

Qin Ruoyao endured daily torment—both psychological and physical.

Life in the mental hospital was nothing short of hell for her.

What made it worse was that a top-tier psychiatric team monitored her constantly, ensuring she couldn’t even lose her mind if she tried.

He had never seen anyone suffer so badly before.

Admittedly, Qin Ruoyao was tough. After all this time, anyone else would’ve killed themselves by now.

"Don’t ask questions that aren’t your business," the director shot the orderly a look, mimicking Jiang Qing’s tone.

The orderlies didn’t dare ask anything else.

Truth be told, he was grateful to whoever had sent Qin Ruoyao to their hospital.

They were incredibly wealthy.

Even the staff’s bonuses had doubled.

"Open the door," the director commanded.

"Yes."

The orderly inserted the key into the lock, turned it, and with a click, the door swung open.

The two orderlies and the director stepped inside.

Qin Ruoyao was barely recognizable—her hair disheveled, her face gaunt, dark circles and heavy bags under her eyes. She looked nothing like a woman in her early twenties; one might mistake her for forty.

She was asleep on the bed, her only respite from the daily torment. She slept deeply, lost in dreams.

"Lin Xuan, Su Hua, Lin Li," Qin Ruoyao suddenly sneered in her sleep.

"And all of you!"

"Every single one of you who mocked me, looked down on me, abused me—you all deserve to die!"

"I’ll kill every last one of you! Hahahaha—"

Her triumphant laughter echoed through the room.

"Sleeping soundly, are we? Even dreaming delusional fantasies," the director sneered. "Douse her with water and wake her up."

"Yes."

An orderly quickly filled a bucket and poured it over Qin Ruoyao’s head.

She jolted awake, her eyes darting between the orderlies and the director. Trembling, she hugged her knees and shrank into the corner.

"What do you want?" she stammered, her entire body shaking.

"What do we want?" The director smirked. "To torment you, of course."

Qin Ruoyao’s eyes widened in horror. "No, you can’t do this to me!"

"You don’t have a choice," the director said coldly. "You offended the wrong people."

Qin Ruoyao’s pupils constricted.

It had to be Su Hua and Lin Xuan—they must have ordered this!

Why wouldn’t they leave her alone, even after locking her up in this hellhole?

Memories of her past life as the university’s most admired campus belle flashed through her mind.

Now, everyone thought she was insane.

She couldn’t even bear to look at her own reflection.

Regret gnawed at her. She never should have tried to steal Lin Xuan from Su Hua, never should have played with his feelings.

If she hadn’t toyed with him, maybe she’d still be the radiant queen of Shangqing University.

Then her thoughts turned to Lin Li.

Yes!

He was the real culprit!

If not for his manipulation, she wouldn’t have treated Lin Xuan the way she did—wouldn’t have ended up like this!

"Begin," the director ordered impassively.

The orderly hesitated. "Director, how should we torment her?"

The director frowned, considering.

Qin Ruoyao was officially a patient here. Any visible signs of abuse could spark scandals and damage the hospital’s reputation.

They had to be flawless.

"Electroshock," the director decided.

"Yes."

The orderly proceeded with the electroshock in a sealed room.

"Ahhh—!" Qin Ruoyao’s agonized screams tore through the air.

The director sat back in a chair, legs crossed, leisurely recording the scene.

"She’s reached her limit," the orderly said. "Any more, and she might die."

"Fine," the director nodded.

"Don’t we have a few female patients here who suffer from violent outbursts—especially those whose husbands cheated with mistresses?" the director asked.

The orderly nodded. "Yes."

"Lock Qin Ruoyao in with them. Tell them she’s a mistress, and show them the video from Lin Li’s birthday party," the director instructed.

Let the mentally ill women do the work. Even if Qin Ruoyao ended up bruised and battered, no one could blame the hospital.

Qin Ruoyao trembled violently.

No.

Those women would tear her apart.

"Director," she begged, tears streaming down her face, "Please, let me go. I’ll do anything—anything! If you want my body, I’ll give it to you!"

She even reached out, grasping the director’s leg.

If she could win his favor, maybe her suffering would ease.