Chapter 6: You Have Quite a Constitution!

Lin Feng's eyes widened in an instant.

Did she even realize what she was saying?

He couldn’t help himself; his incredulous anger erupted, “Do you have any idea that imprisoning someone like this is illegal?!”

“Oh?” Chu Lingshuang’s lips curled into a sudden smile, her stunning eyes brimming with mischief. Tilting her head, she glanced at him with a teasing air. “I’m treating you well, giving you good food and drink, fulfilling your every wish. Have you ever seen someone imprisoned so comfortably?”

“You—!” Lin Feng was left speechless, her words lodged in his throat.

Thinking more carefully, she almost sounded reasonable. Here, he truly wanted for nothing—the Chu family’s power was undeniable…

Noticing Lin Feng's hesitation, the flicker of doubt in his eyes, Chu Lingshuang’s gaze sharpened and she pressed her advantage. “As long as you obey, I’ll treat you well. Whatever you want, all it takes is a word from me.”

Obey...

He was to obey her?

She could satisfy his every desire, but only at her whim. His life was tethered to her permission and denial.

His body’s needs could be met—what about his soul?

He’d had enough of being manipulated. For fifteen years, he’d been nothing but someone’s substitute; even his last girlfriend betrayed him, humiliating him utterly.

On the surface, he was the dazzling young heir of the Xu family, his girlfriend the famed beauty of Beijing’s best university. But behind closed doors, his whole life had been spent compromising, a person discarded at others’ convenience.

Was he still not allowed to be himself?

No!

Lin Feng’s thoughts whirled. The moment he’d stepped out of the Xu family’s doors, he’d vowed to live only for himself.

Never again would he be someone’s puppet, never again at another’s mercy!

He roared, “Why should I listen to you? You’ve stolen my freedom! I’m not your plaything, and I’ll never be your source of amusement!”

Damn it—

His defiance was unyielding.

How interesting.

This man was simply fascinating!

A mocking light ignited in Chu Lingshuang’s eyes, impossible to suppress.

Never before had she seen someone refuse to enjoy such a life of luxury. His resistance, the fury with which he struggled—every aspect of it drew her inescapably, fatally.

She was already impatient to see him beg for mercy.

Her pulse quickened, her breath coming faster with excitement.

“I’m genuinely curious—when you’re being beaten, is your mouth always this stubborn...?”

She mused aloud, then, with a sudden change in her expression, swung the whip in her hand, aiming straight for the one patch of tanned skin at his throat left uncovered by his clothes.

“Crack!”

Agonizing pain shot through his throat.

Lin Feng stared in disbelief.

Damn it, she really struck him!

Warm liquid began to trickle down his neck—he didn’t need to guess; it was blood.

Scarlet blood seeped over his Adam’s apple, staining the collar of his gray-white pajamas.

“You lunatic!”

He struggled desperately, pain making him thrash, but his hands couldn’t even reach his clothes.

The iron chains were far too strong—escape was impossible.

“Still daring to insult me?” The sight of fresh blood only heightened Chu Lingshuang’s excitement. Hearing his outburst, she even bared a devilish, wild smile—

“Crack!”

Another lash.

Lin Feng clenched his teeth so tightly he thought they’d shatter.

What had he done to deserve this—meeting such a madwoman at the lowest point of his life?

He forced himself to endure, catching a glimpse of her frenzied look. Suddenly, he realized his desperate resistance would only provoke her to greater cruelty.

The pain in his neck threatened to tear him apart.

How could such a fragile place bear this torment?

She was beyond reason.

Biting his lip, Lin Feng silently closed his eyes.

He stopped yelling, stopped cursing.

He lay motionless on the sofa, as lifeless as a corpse.

“How dull.” The excitement in Chu Lingshuang’s eyes vanished instantly. If the beast didn’t struggle, what fun was there?

She tossed aside the whip, glanced indifferently at Lin Feng’s corpse-like form, and, bored, turned to leave.

Hearing the sound of her high heels receding, Lin Feng opened his eyes just a crack.

He saw her standing at a cabinet, taking out her phone and dialing a number.

“Wang Ma, call Xueyan to come here.”

She hung up without looking back, and left the second floor.

Blood from his neck had already soaked his velvet pajamas. Lin Feng was numb from pain.

He could barely even feel his head anymore.

In the past, if he’d encountered a “kidnapping” like this, he might have been able to hold out. Not to mention his three older sisters; even someone from the company would have noticed his absence and called the police.

But three days ago, he’d handed over the company, submitted his resignation, and even completed the next month’s business plan.

He had no close friends.

He’d always been alone. Rely on Fang Ziyue?

Forget it.

She was probably indulging herself in pleasure at this very moment, intoxicated in Yu Shao’s gentle embrace.

He didn’t even have parents.

Who was there left to count on?

Now, imprisoned in this villa, it was likely that, beyond these walls, there wasn’t a single soul who would remember him.

Lin Feng’s heart was dead.

He heard the sound of another pair of high heels on the stairs, different from Chu Lingshuang’s measured, dignified steps—these were hurried.

It must be the Xueyan mentioned in the call.

He heard the door at the top of the stairs open, and Lin Feng slowly opened his eyes to see a woman in a white suit, carrying a medical kit, walking toward him.

“Oh, you’re still awake?” Yu Xueyan approached at an unhurried pace, setting the kit on the coffee table and opening it with a bright smile.

Lin Feng watched in silence as she took out gauze, alcohol, iodine, syringes...

With practiced ease, she snapped open an ampoule, drew out the medicine with a syringe, and injected it into his arm.

Lin Feng didn’t bother to resist, quietly watching as she administered the shot.

When she finished, Yu Xueyan leaned over to inspect the wound on his neck, her eyes revealing a hint of surprise. As she poured alcohol onto the gauze, she remarked, “You’re impressive—I’ve never seen Miss lose her temper like that.”

With that, she prepared the medicine, pulled open his collar, and said, “Brace yourself, this will hurt.”

It didn’t matter anymore. What pain could compare to the torment of despair?

Seeing that he said nothing, Yu Xueyan simply applied the medicine to his wound in one brisk motion.

The scream she expected never came, and Yu Xueyan looked at him in amazement.

“You’re tough! You can endure even this?”