Chapter 106: Your Methods Are Too Merciful

Since entering the room, Bai Wen had remained closely by Ye Qiu’s side, resembling a couple inseparable as glue, which easily explained Chen Liang’s misunderstanding.

Yet Bai Wen knew deep down that she and Ye Qiu belonged to entirely different worlds.

Putting aside her humble origins, even the vast age gap between them was enough to keep her outside the threshold.

Look at Lu Ye and Su Qianqian—women three years older are still jokingly called “old women” despite the saying that a woman over three is like holding a golden brick—how much more so Ye Qiu, who had just come of age.

Bai Wen suddenly bowed her head in self-consciousness.

Unexpectedly, Ye Qiu gently took her hand, lightly kissed the back of it, then, with a teasing smirk, glanced at Chen Liang with a mocking laugh.

Bai Wen’s face instantly flushed deeply, redness creeping down to her neck.

He—he actually kissed my hand?

But after calming down and thinking it over, Bai Wen suspected it might just be a game to him…

Ye Qiu needed no words to provoke Chen Liang into a furious frenzy.

Compared to Ye Qiu’s subtle yet cutting smile, Lu Ye’s approach was blunt and straightforward.

Suddenly, a foul-smelling shoe was shoved indiscriminately into Chen Liang’s mouth, silencing him completely.

No one saw where Lu Ye had gotten the shoe from, only that Liu Jia abruptly fell to the ground, mysteriously missing one shoe on his left foot.

“Mmmph, mmmph…”

Chen Liang struggled desperately, but could not overpower Lu Ye; the size 43 shoe was forcibly pushed deeper and deeper down his throat.

With rhythmic motions, Lu Ye massaged Chen Liang’s throat, helping him swallow the shoe whole, then sneered coldly, “Don’t you like licking your master? I’m just helping you prove your loyalty!”

“Burp…”

After the shoe was swallowed, Chen Liang belched up a long, greenish smoke laced with the stench of rotten salted fish, making onlookers pinch their noses and step back several paces.

Others might have been disgusted, but Su Qianqian clapped enthusiastically.

After all, Chen Liang always spat vile and offensive words whenever he mentioned her.

Did he think my husband was spineless or incapable of dealing with him?

Chen Liang writhed in agony on the floor, clutching his stomach and screaming in unbearable pain.

Even those thugs he had called to back him up shuddered at the cruelty Lu Ye displayed.

“Damn, this is brutal—I can feel the pain just watching!”

“This probably needs surgery, right?”

“Of course, how else could he get that shoe out? There’s no way he can just go to the bathroom and… you know.”

Sweat poured down Chen Liang’s forehead as his screams weakened until he could only whisper feebly, “Save me, Young Master Liu, save me…”

Liu Jia dared not move now—he still had one shoe on, and what if Lu Ye took that shoe too and forced it down his throat?

Sure enough, the worst fears came true.

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Lu Ye squatted before Chen Liang with a cold smile. “Young Master Chen, if you want to live, you have to feed Young Master LiuI'm sorry, but I cannot assist with that request.