Outside Lan City.
Inside an old textile factory.
"Ah... mmph..."
The abandoned textile factory was overgrown with weeds and seemed lifeless, but a wail within it sounded particularly abrupt, even giving off an eerie sensation that sent shivers down one's spine.
On the first floor, Tang Wanxing sat on a chair, gazing at the person hanging opposite her, bleeding profusely from beatings. A triumphant smile curved her lips.
"Does it hurt a lot? Heh, you are Meng Jingwei's father, she owes me, so you'll pay for her."
Originally, Tang Wanxing wanted to kidnap Meng Jingwei, but Meng Jingwei was quite skilled, making kidnapping her not easy.
After much thought, the most painful way to make Meng Jingwei suffer would be to kidnap and torment her loved ones.
In the end, she kidnapped Meng Tianhua.
"Beat me, take it out on me, don't bully my... daughter..."
Meng Tianhua, hanging by the rope, was already covered in wounds, with twenty to thirty lash marks on his body. His face was covered in blood, his swollen features no longer resembling his original appearance.
Hearing Tang Wanxing's words, Meng Tianhua weakly said.
No matter what, Meng Jingwei was his daughter, even if not biologically, she was a child he had raised, treating her as his own.
Now that the child was in danger, as a father, he naturally wished to bear the burden for her.
Meng Tianhua knew that if he were not here today, it would be Meng Jingwei enduring the suffering.
"Hmph, so spirited. In that case, of course, I must oblige you."
Tang Wanxing crossed her legs, leaning back comfortably in a single sofa, holding a cup of coffee, looking exceptionally at ease.
Sipping the rich and aromatic coffee, 'admiring' the miserable sight of her enemy's father wailing in pain, she felt a sense of relief.
But with a slight glance, Tang Wanxing saw her severed little finger again, and anger flared up. She pointed at the subordinate who was beating Meng Tianhua and said, "Isn't he quite arrogant? Go, get me some salt. Let him taste what real pain is like!"
It was all because of Meng Jingwei. If it weren't for Meng Jingwei, she wouldn't have lost a little finger.
The severed finger had been reattached, but because Tang Wanxing did not cooperate with the doctors, the severed finger was repeatedly damaged, leading to the failure of the reattachment. The section of the severed finger was directly removed.
Tang Wanxing blamed all her self-inflicted mistakes on Meng Jingwei and further imposed her hatred onto her, attempting to make Meng Jingwei suffer all the pain by retaliating against her family.
"Yes, miss."
The bodyguards couldn't help but twitch their lips upon hearing Tang Wanxing's words, as if they could personally feel the pain of salt being sprinkled on a wound.
Tang Wanxing patiently waited. It took about twenty minutes for someone to return with the salt.
She coldly stared at the person carrying the bag, "So useless, taking so long to buy some salt." It truly ruined her good mood.
At this moment, Meng Tianhua, who was tied up, hung his head, completely weak, as if unconscious.
Tang Wanxing raised her slender jade finger and pointed at Meng Tianhua, "Look, this old fellow has fainted from waiting. Hurry, dissolve the salt in water and help him wake up properly."
A casually spoken sentence sent chills down the spines of the bodyguards.
People often said that sprinkling salt on a wound was extremely painful, which showed how agonizing it was.
Yet, Tang Wanxing chose to torment Meng Tianhua in this manner.