Chapter 78: Carrots and Big Bundles

Xu Yinsheng was woken up by hunger.

After trying every possible way but still failing to unlock the shackle chained to her ankle, she broke down and cried bitterly for a while, then curled up in the corner of the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

She had a dream.

There were luxury cars in her dream, fine wine, and beautiful young ladies.

She was still herself, still that top-tier playboy of Bin Hai City.

She knew she was dreaming, but she didn’t want to wake up.

Even though she knew everything in the dream was fake and would eventually end, would eventually wake, reality was just too cruel.

Even if it was false, she wanted to savor that warmth a little longer.

She didn’t know how much time had passed when, under a wave of muddled and overwhelming drowsiness, Xu Yinsheng slowly woke up.

Her eyes fluttered open in a daze, and the first thing she saw was a man’s face—handsome and striking.

Yet Xu Yinsheng nearly screamed.

Her hands shot up to cover her mouth, cold sweat beading on her forehead out of fear.

Xu Yinsheng didn’t dare to make a sound, terrified of angering the man before her.

Mental patients had no logic, and besides, Zhao Yicheng had personally said he’d break her lungs.

If possible, how much Xu Yinsheng wished the two of them could go back to being good brothers.

If that was truly impossible, then at the very least, couldn’t Zhao Yicheng learn from the male leads in transmigration romance novels and pursue her like a normal person? 5

Of course, considering Xu Yinsheng’s playboy nature, she’d probably make him experience the pain of “the man weeps and the woman smiles,” or “a heart sealed in cement,” and so on.

But this constant threat of violence, imprisonment in the Small White Room, and even threats to break her legs—she didn’t want to live another day like this!

If she couldn’t be happy, then she’d rather make him unhappy too.

Noticing the person on the bed had woken up, Zhao Yicheng reached out and tucked a few strands of silver hair stuck to her cheek behind her ear.

His rough fingers brushed across her skin, making Xu Yinsheng’s delicate body tremble slightly, like an innocent little white rabbit meeting a sly fox higher up the food chain.

It was a fear etched into her very blood.

“You’re awake, huh?”

Zhao Yicheng’s voice sounded above Xu Yinsheng’s head.

He made her sit upright on the bed, then picked up a thin blanket and draped it over her shoulders, placing a takeout box in her hands.

He spoke gently, “Eat. I just bought it.”

Xu Yinsheng took the takeout box, opened it, and saw a steaming serving of beef fried rice, a bottle of purified water, a few neatly sliced pieces of peeled apple, and a warm egg pancake.

Zhao Yicheng handed her a pair of chopsticks.

Xu Yinsheng hesitated for a few seconds, then accepted them, holding the lunch box and starting to eat.

The beef fried rice was piping hot, fragrant, and delicious; the rice was springy and smooth, the egg pancake perfectly cooked, and the beef was real and plentiful.

At first, Xu Yinsheng ate in small, careful bites.

But soon, she was wolfing it down, tilting her little head back and finishing every last grain.

There was no layer of creamy white milk at the bottom of the rice, and after eating, she didn’t feel hot all over, her cheeks didn’t flush, and there was no sudden, overwhelming urge to find a man.

No drugs?

No tricks?

Originally, Xu Yinsheng suspected Zhao Yicheng was planning some new punishment for her, but after finishing the beef fried rice and finding everything normal, a trace of… worry rose in her heart.

What on earth was Zhao Yicheng planning?

She ate the apple slices as dessert, burped, and patted her little stomach, finally feeling full.

Zhao Yicheng was very satisfied with Xu Yinsheng’s current state.

Even though Xu Yinsheng didn’t love him, he truly loved her.

He took a boning knife out of his suitcase on the floor.

Under Xu Yinsheng’s puzzled gaze, he made a few slicing motions toward her abdomen.

“Left side, or right leg?” he asked, his face expressionless, but his eyes stared straight at Xu Yinsheng.

Xu Yinsheng froze for a moment, then instantly reacted.

She scrambled backward in panic, using both hands and feet.

Zhao Yicheng didn’t chase her—there was no need.

The clinking sound of the shackle echoed in the silent Small White Room.

Zhao Yicheng unhurriedly sharpened the knife, the cold gleam signaling that the silver-haired girl had nowhere left to run.

Xu Yinsheng shrank into the corner of the bed, her body trembling uncontrollably, eyes flickering with terror.

“You, what are you going to do?”

“Left side, or right side?”

Zhao Yicheng asked again, gripping the boning knife.

The blade shimmered with a chilling light.

Xu Yinsheng’s cheeks quivered as she bit her lip, tears blurring her vision, but she didn’t dare cry out loud.

“How about just breaking my leg instead? Please, don’t amputate, I’m begging you.”

Driven by fear, she squeezed out tear after tear, forcing a smile, her pale little hands clutching the equally pale bedsheet.

“Legs are still useful, you know. Like wearing white stockings, black stockings, fishnets, and…”

She seemed to think of something, grabbing at her last hope.

“You haven’t even tried water play yet. I promise, it’s really amazing—believe me, keeping my legs will be very useful.”

Waaaah~~

Xu Yinsheng was on the verge of tears inside.

How could he be so twisted?

Wasn’t he talking about breaking her ribs before?

Why did it suddenly turn into amputation?

She had already prepared herself mentally for a few months of being a cripple, and now he suddenly changed his mind?

Zhao Yicheng really is a monster!!

Noticing the silver-haired girl trembling in the corner of the bed, Zhao Yicheng knew he couldn’t scare her too much.

A balance between tightening and loosening was the way to go.

After taking some pills, Zhao Yicheng’s headache had improved a lot, giving him more energy to think things through.

Reviewing all his recent actions, Zhao Yicheng realized…

He might have gone a bit too far…

He reversed his grip on the boning knife and waved it in front of Xu Yinsheng’s eyes, the cold light flashing across her pupils, making her even more afraid.

“Promise me one thing.”

She only heard him say this.

“Okay.”

Xu Yinsheng nodded tearfully.

Never mind one thing—if he wouldn’t amputate her, she’d agree to ten!

Zhao Yicheng really is a monster.

Damn lunatic, damn Zhao Yicheng, damn, why is my life so tragic?

“Be my girlfriend.”

When he said this, Xu Yinsheng didn’t notice that the man she already equated with the big boss demon king had a fleeting trace of tenderness in his eyes.

Hearing this tiny, almost insignificant request, Xu Yinsheng was stunned, then immediately nodded furiously, like a pecking chicken.

“Yes, yes, yes, I promise you, I promise you.”

Zhao Yicheng nodded.

The next moment, a cold flash swept by, accompanied by a piercing scream—but instead of the expected pain, Xu Yinsheng found the shackle on her left ankle had been cut off.

Zhao Yicheng put away the knife, glanced at her, his eyes seeming to say, “If it weren’t for you, who else would it be?”

Xu Yinsheng shrank her neck.

She was scared.

Who knew if a lunatic would keep his word?

When all the shackles were finally cut off, Zhao Yicheng put down the knife, gently took Xu Yinsheng’s soft, pale hands, and gazed at her tenderly.

“Yinsheng, let’s go on our honeymoon.”

Xu Yinsheng was totally bewildered, unable to make sense of Zhao Yicheng’s actions.

She just nodded shakily.