Chapter 73: The Little White House

What is a little white house?

Xu Yinsheng didn’t know.

She had only seen “little black houses.”

Among their circle of “princelings” and rich kids, some liked to use “little black houses” to punish “canaries” who tried to escape.

Don’t misunderstand, she had never imprisoned beautiful young women.

As a new-era “princeling” with integrity, taste, and principles, Xu Yinsheng merely threw money when pursuing pretty girls.

She never engaged in illicit activities like drugging, forceful snatching, or getting them pregnant and running off.

It wasn’t until Zhao Yicheng drove Xu Yinsheng to a small villa by the sea that she truly understood what a little white house was.

From the outside, it looked like an ordinary, luxurious two-story small villa by the sea.

It had all the usual purposes: housing a mistress, a vacation home by the sea, or simply waiting for property value appreciation.

But from the inside, there was no furniture, no appliances, not even windows.

It seemed completely disconnected from modern society.

White walls, white ceilings, white floors—everything was a vast expanse of white.

Xu Yinsheng followed behind Zhao Yicheng, her gaze sweeping across the room’s stark surroundings.

A shiver ran down her spine.

These past few days, Zhao Yicheng had been acting strangely.

Sometimes he’d talk to himself in the air, sometimes he’d stare blankly while eating, and even when he was… with Xu Yinsheng in bed, he seemed to have some kind of fit or delusion.

Don’t ask her why she knew; it was because she had been woken up by Zhao Yicheng’s sleep talk every night these past few days.

He’d cling to her tightly, as if to lock her in his embrace, while constantly mumbling incoherently, like a beast forced to the edge of a cliff.

“Don’t run, don’t you dare run!”

“I’ll break your legs!”

“I love you”

“Good girl, Xiao Yin, here’s a lollipop…”

Even Xu Yinsheng, who usually had excellent sleep quality, had developed two large, deep dark circles under her eyes from the disturbances.

What was wrong with Zhao Yicheng?

Xu Yinsheng didn’t know.

But she understood that if Zhao Yicheng continued like this, he might die before her, and then she could make her escape in peace.

Zhao Yicheng stopped in the center of the room.

In front of him was a large bed, white bed frame, white sheets, white comforter.

It looked like a deathbed in a hospital morgue.

The only difference was that each of the four corners of the bed had a white iron post sticking up, seemingly for fastening something.

“Lie down,” he said.

Xu Yinsheng knew she couldn’t refuse and obediently lay down.

Zhao Yicheng went to the left side of the bed.

He squatted down and pulled out a white luggage bag from under the bed.

He opened it and carefully selected a golden ankle chain from inside.

One end was locked to the white railing at the foot of the bed.

With a click, Xu Yinsheng felt a chill around her left ankle but didn’t resist.

She pursed her lips.

A little “fun,” she understood.

Bring it on, let the storm come even more fiercely!

***

By now, Xu Yinsheng had been “marinated” multiple times by Zhao Yicheng’s “salt treatment” and was already thoroughly seasoned.

Zhao Yicheng did the same with the other limbs.

Soon, Xu Yinsheng was completely secured to the bed, her hands and feet bound by thin, delicate chains, the other ends connected to the iron posts at the corners of the bed.

She was like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, completely at his mercy…

“Be gentle later,” Xu Yinsheng said calmly, her heart completely unfazed.

Perhaps it truly echoed the saying, “Life is like that; if you can’t resist, then just enjoy it.”

Since she couldn’t resist, she might as well find some pleasure in her misery.

Zhao Yicheng didn’t pounce on her impatiently as Xu Yinsheng had expected.

Instead, he remained down, fumbling for something in the white suitcase.

“If I let you escape, would you take your left leg or your right leg first?”

Suddenly, he looked down and asked out of the blue.

Was this a test?

Xu Yinsheng, tied up, wondered to herself.

But what did escaping have to do with taking the left or right leg first?

Shouldn’t he be asking about her escape route?

Zhao Yicheng looked up and gazed at her, his eyes filled with an overwhelming love that made Xu Yinsheng gasp for air.

It was a mix of restraint, madness, and perhaps even tender affection.

“Left leg or right leg?”

Sticking to the “men left, women right” saying and her last shred of male dignity, Xu Yinsheng decisively chose…

“Left leg.”

Zhao Yicheng stood up upon hearing her answer, holding a silver hammer in his hand.

It was as big as half a brick, clearly quite heavy.

He nodded.

“Good, then I’ll break the left leg first.”

Xu Yinsheng stared blankly at the man in front of her, her eyes filled with disbelief.

What the hell?

Weren’t they going to play with chains?

Zhao Yicheng said nothing else, directly swung the hammer, and brought it down.

It was about to hit her knee, but Xu Yinsheng quickly yelled for him to stop, just barely preventing him.

The hammer was only one or two centimeters away from her knee. 

If either of them had reacted a moment slower, Xu Yinsheng might have been in a wheelchair for a few months.

“Anything else?” 

Zhao Yicheng asked calmly.

His expression hadn’t changed at all. 

There wasn’t even the feigned justification of a hypocrite; only an “hmm, like this,” as if he were just doing a small task.

“Could you… explain this first?” 

Xu Yinsheng asked, cold sweat beading on her forehead, her voice trembling.

She was already imprisoned, but now physical harm too?

“Is your love really so twisted?”

She tried to struggle out of the chains, but it was futile.

Zhao Yicheng had specially commissioned someone to melt down the ankle chain he’d bought at auction, mix it with some other rare metals, and forge a complete set.

“You’ll run away.”

“Where?”

“In my dream.”

Xu Yinsheng felt like she couldn’t understand the thought process of a mentally ill person.

Even patching up a leaky barn wouldn’t be done this way.

She’d had erotic dreams before; why wasn’t she told to take responsibility for the people in those dreams?

“Um, um…”

Xu Yinsheng tried to speak as tactfully as possible, “You… you need to see a doctor. And I think the person I like would be a normal person.”

“I’m perfectly normal. You’re the one who isn’t,” Zhao Yicheng said with a calm, flat expression.

If one ignored his twisted mouth, the madness in his eyes, and the clearly heavy iron hammer in his hand, his statement would seem perfectly reasonable.

***

“Then… can you take me to see a doctor?”

Xu Yinsheng decided to go along with his line of thinking, hoping to somehow trick Zhao Yicheng into a psychiatric evaluation.

Otherwise, she might end up in a wheelchair.

It wasn’t like she hadn’t read novels about captivity.

The female characters in those stories would suffer terribly, and she used to read them from an omniscient perspective, finding it thrilling to watch the heroines endure such hardships.

But now she was the heroine, and if she didn’t find a way out, she would be the one suffering terribly.

“I am seeing one,” Zhao Yicheng said, pulling a white lab coat out of the white suitcase and putting it on.

He adjusted his accompanying gold-rimmed glasses and then weighed the hammer in his hand.

“I am your doctor.”

Having you is truly my blessing.

“Dreams aren’t reality. I didn’t run. Don’t take it seriously,” she hastily explained.

“Besides, reality and dreams are often opposites. See, I’m not escaping now.”

“I know,” he nodded.

“That’s why in the dream, I brought you back. In the real world, I might lose you.”