After wearing the book, I made the villains cry

Chapter 111 Don't Lose, Never Forget (Forty)
"No, I suddenly remembered that I don't need to send you anywhere. I have the right to torture you directly at my house. Article 1 of Chapter 25 of the Maid Management Act:
If the maid conceals, deceives, or hides her true whereabouts, the owner of the mansion to which she belonged at the time can carry out the act...cough cough..."

The man coughed more violently because of his excitement, and at the same time waved his hand like a music conductor, signaling Junko to continue what he said.

Junko couldn't keep silent.

Because, as a maid, it is also one of her responsibilities to recite the full text of the Maid Management Law.

In many high-ranking mansions, in order to exercise mind control over the maids, many were required to recite it three times a day, morning, afternoon and evening, as fixed and regular as three meals.

Those who do not recite will be punished.

Junzi gave up struggling and continued calmly:
"Can be flogged by the then master of the house, the number of floggings depends on the severity of the lie."

Leng Wenxie finally stopped coughing and laughed loudly:
"I just like to see the way you accept your fate. Hahaha! It's so wonderful.

Junko, have you ever tried the feeling of being unconditionally superior to another person?

Have you ever experienced that feeling of being the same human being but you can just do whatever you want with another human being? "

Junzi stood numbly, exhausting all her mental strength, trying to make herself think that she was actually an item in this room, such as the lamp, wallpaper, wardrobe—everything was good, except "Chunzi".

Only not a "person".

Only in this way can she continue to endure the humiliating things that happened to her, and after those things happen, she can clean up her broken body and mood and continue to survive.

For the Mayflower, for my daughter, and for other daughters like her.

Leng Wenxie stood up slowly and pulled out the belt around his waist.

"Playing dead again?"

He sneered.

He is left-handed and holds the belt in his left hand, the soft belt is folded into a U shape in his hand.

He lightly tapped the palm of his right hand with the belt.

"Snapped."

The unhurried whipping sound was amplified countless times in the silent air.

Chunzi remained motionless, she felt that she was about to succeed, she felt that her self-consciousness was going away a little bit, to a place far, far away, where she would never be bullied and harmed.

What remains here is just a body sculpture without a soul.

"Don't stand there stupidly, do you really want to be whipped?"

The man unhurriedly twitched the belt again.

Chunzi moved obediently and took a step forward.

The man looked around the room, and his eyes fell on the low chair he had just sat on.

He stretched out his left hand, indicated the direction with the head of the belt, and ordered:

"Kneel down there."

Chunzi acted according to his words.At this moment, there is neither pain nor anger in her heart. She has successfully pulled away from herself, released her soul, and left the suffering in place.

There was no cushion of any kind on the chair, just a smooth, hard wooden seat.

The legs of the four chairs were still a little wobbly. Chunzi knelt up, and her skinny and fleshless knees touched the wooden chair surface. It took only a few seconds for her knees to turn red before she moved.

With his back to the man who gave the order, Junko knelt quietly and closed his eyes.

The man tapped the belt again in his palm, as if the belt in his hands were a gavel:

"Yes, for the sake of your obedience, I will forgive your crimes for lying and concealing your true whereabouts, and I will not punish you with whipping."

Whoops—the slight sound of a zipper sliding.

"However, the law is the law. It is my duty to punish you, and it is my duty not to punish you. In order to let you have a longer memory and at the same time give you a chance to make up for your mistakes, I decided to 'punish' you in another way. "

The rustling of clothes falling to the ground.

Junko suddenly wanted to laugh.

If she was facing Leng Wenxie head-on at this moment, she would not dare to smile even if she was killed.With his temper, he could really strangle her on the spot.

But now that her back was facing him, and the room was dark, she could laugh as much as she wanted.

Such a despicable and naive person, who created such a dark and retrograde world, really thinks that he can last forever?
A few hours ago, Su Xi's firm tone echoed in her ears:

"Next, your victory will be ushered in."

"Next, your victory will be ushered in."

In Junko's mind, there was a place that played this sentence repeatedly, without gaps.

The four legs of the chair began to shake.

*
The next morning.

In the daze, Chunzi felt a needle-like pain in her leg, as if someone was burning her knee with a lighter.

She was in so much pain that she couldn't sleep anymore, her bones felt like they were falling apart, as if they had been disassembled and put back together again.

It was still dawn, and Chunzi's room didn't have a watch, so she could only estimate the time by herself.

There is still no sound outside the room, which means that the family has not gotten up yet.

Chunzi felt extremely thirsty, endured knee pain, got out of bed, and was about to go to the kitchen to find a glass of water to drink.

The first floor of the room was quiet and dimly lit. Looking out from the transparent floor-to-ceiling windows, a gardener in charge of cleaning the yard was watering the lawn.

Junzi knew that they usually sprinkled water at five o'clock in the morning, so he knew the approximate time.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he walked to the kitchen, he saw the back of a woman, quietly turning her back...

Chunzi had already made noises when he was walking, so he couldn't pretend he didn't see it, so he turned around quietly, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and go up, and said softly:

"lady."

The woman's back was motionless, and her voice was extremely cold:

"I think you obviously did it on purpose."

Chunzi was asked this question, puzzled:
"lady?"

"Do you want to have more children for our family? You will die without a man, don't you?!"

Madam Leng turned around abruptly, and shouted fiercely:

"Do you really think that you can give birth to a child if you let him go to bed a few times? Or, do you think that if you do this, you can change your status? How about I tell you a secret? Our Leng family now has four The children are all born to your former maid, but none of them are Leng Wenxie's children, do you understand? Do you understand what I mean?"

Chunzi was shocked and terrified:
"lady……"

"So I advise you, don't play any more tricks. If you seduce him, you can't help it. If you seduce him to find you, no matter how hard you work on him, it will be in vain and there will be no results."

After Madam Leng finished speaking, she looked at Chunzi from top to bottom with her eyes, and her gaze was fixed on her still red knee.

Sneer:
"You guys... are really, really intense."

As he spoke, he stood up and walked a few steps, opened the top cabinet, and took out a small medicine box from it.

Staring at Chunzi's red knee with disgust, he took out a bottle of purple syrup from the small medicine box and threw it at Chunzi:

"Put it on, so that you don't get an infection later, and others will see it and say that I abused you."

After a pause, he threw away two band-aids in disgust:
"Paste it quickly, it's really disgusting to watch."

Chunzi was surprised:

In J City, where supplies are scarce, due to the huge consumption of previous wars, the value of medical supplies such as purple syrup, band-aids, and antibiotics is now comparable to gold.

And Mrs. Leng used it on her?

(End of this chapter)