Liu Yusi was too stunned to speak!
Finally, she understood why Liu Yulan had been so brazen.
“You people are utterly disgusting,” Liu Yusi spat with revulsion. Her glare made Liu Yulan burst into tears, which only made Old Master Liu’s heart ache even more.
While comforting Liu Yulan, Old Master Liu shot a fierce look at Liu Yusi. “Enough! Yulan is your sister.”
With that, Liu Yusi left the hospital room.
After learning the truth about the Liu family’s affairs, she no longer had any interest in watching the drama unfold—it was just too filthy.
“Yusi, you have to help me,” her mother pleaded.
“Sort out your own mess. You’re on your own now.” Liu Yusi walked away without looking back.
Behind her, Li Qiao chuckled lightly. “Old Madam Liu, Liu Yulan is the precious adopted daughter you’ve coddled all these years. Everything happening now? I’d say it’s your karma.” Ignoring the old woman’s furious expression, she left with a smirk.
Her words were like a knife, stabbing deep into Old Madam Liu’s heart. In a fit of rage, the old woman kicked open the hospital room door, yanked Liu Yulan off the bed, and snarled, “You jinx! You’re the one who ruined my family!”
Liu Yulan shrieked, struggling desperately, but she was no match for the old woman’s strength.
The two quickly became entangled, with Old Madam Liu clamping her hands around Liu Yulan’s throat. “You still dare to seduce other men, Liu Yulan?”
Gasping for air, Liu Yulan shook her head frantically. The moment the old woman loosened her grip slightly, she shoved her away and scrambled back onto the bed.
“Mom, I won’t do it again! Please spare me this time!”
“I’ll teach you to disobey me!” Old Madam Liu lunged at her again.
Mother and daughter tore into each other, their fight so vicious that even Old Master Liu couldn’t pull them apart. “Enough!” he roared.
“Dad…” Liu Yulan sobbed, genuinely fearing the old woman would kill her.
But Old Madam Liu had already lost all reason. She grabbed Liu Yulan by the hair and slammed her head into the wall, cursing, “You little slut!”
Liu Yulan’s screams echoed through the hospital room, but the old woman showed no mercy, continuing to beat her relentlessly.
“Mom…” Liu Yulan begged weakly.
Yet Old Madam Liu was too consumed by rage to stop. Only when Liu Yulan was barely conscious did she finally relent—though she still gripped her daughter’s clothes and hissed, “Let this be a lesson! No more schemes!”
The sight of Liu Yulan’s injuries was horrifying.
Blood streamed from her head, her forehead was swollen, and her body was covered in bruises. She looked utterly broken.
But at least she was alive.
Doctors and nurses rushed in to treat her wounds and bandage her injuries.
“Thank you, Doctor… Thank you, everyone,” Liu Yulan murmured tearfully, her eyes filled with pure terror toward Old Madam Liu.
Once the nurses dragged the old woman out, Liu Yulan lay on the bed, clutching her head. Her face was ghostly pale, her eyes hollow—as if her soul had been ripped away.
She had felt death’s grip, and it terrified her.
“Yulan, how are you?” Old Master Liu stepped in, feigning concern.
His gaze lingered on her, but his thoughts were clearly elsewhere.
Seeming to recall something, Liu Yulan looked up at him with fragile sweetness.
“Dad…” She clung to his arm like a lifeline, sobbing. “When will Mom forgive me? I swear I’ve learned my lesson. I’ll never disobey her again.”
Old Master Liu patted her shoulder. “Don’t worry. She won’t stay angry for long. She’ll come around.”
Though he despised his wife’s brutality, he still hoped she’d show some mercy toward Yulan.
This child mattered to him.
But in the shadows, Liu Yulan had already called He Huaisen.
She wouldn’t take this humiliation lying down.
That old hag would pay—or she wasn’t Liu Yulan!
…..
Meanwhile, Old Madam Liu, who had just stormed out, was suddenly knocked unconscious and dragged away.
When she awoke, her world was pitch black—her eyes blindfolded.
Panicked, she struggled, only to realize her hands and feet were bound.
The stench of rot filled her nose.
Trembling in terror, she cried out, “Who are you? What do you want?”
“Save your breath,” a cold, deep voice growled in her ear.
Then she was thrown violently to the ground, pain shooting through her body.
Several burly men loomed over her.
“What do you want?! Help! Someone help!” she screamed.
“Help?” One of the men smirked cruelly. “Don’t bother. You’re in for a world of pain.”
“N-no, please—!” She cowered in the corner, shaking uncontrollably.
Old Madam Liu stammered, “I’ve never wronged you people!”
“Not us,” another man sneered. “But you shouldn’t have messed with Liu Yulan.”
The moment the name was spoken, realization dawned on her.
One of the men yanked off her blindfold.
Now she could see them clearly—four thugs, each gripping a baton.
“You can’t do this! I’m from the Liu family! If you dare—”
Her threats meant nothing. One man hauled her up and dragged her outside, the others following.
She shrieked and flailed the entire way—but the more she resisted, the more they enjoyed it.
They pinned her down on the roadside and beat her savagely before finally hauling her to a remote, abandoned factory.
The place was dark, damp, and reeked of decay.
Inside were broken sandbags and iron cages—tools for imprisoning people.
The moment she was thrown inside, one of the men shoved her into a cage.
“Enjoy your stay, Madam,” he mocked before locking her in.
Old Madam Liu’s screams went unheard.
Here, she would remain for a very, very long time.
Back at the hospital, Liu Yulan received a text from He Huaisen.
A satisfied smile curled her lips as she typed a reply:
Serves her right, that old witch.
Next—the Li family!
She’d make sure Liu Yusi and that bitch Li Qiao died without a grave. No—before they died, she’d make sure they suffered first.
….
Meanwhile, Li Qiao sneezed violently.
“Caught a cold?” someone asked.
She grinned. “Nah. Probably someone’s cursing me behind my back.”
“Qiaoqiao—”
Madam Yang’s voice called from outside, followed by the arrival of Song Xianchuan.
Except… Song Xianchuan didn’t look so good.
