Reborn as the Villain's Wife, I Shine in 80s-Chapter 534 - 518 Living Towards Death (2)

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"Kunling, Kunling..." Lu Chi stood next to Lu Lixing, staring at her miserable condition, so heartbroken he could hardly breathe. His hands clenched into fists, suddenly ready to explode.

The woman he dreamed of protecting and possessing should not be treated like this.

"Miss Guan really is a tough bone. She won’t even scream," Lu Lixing commented casually from the side, raising his hand to signal a pause. "No wonder my son Lu Chi took a liking to you."

Guan Kunling could no longer manage a smile. She lifted her icy gaze: "Thanks for the compliment. But leave your son out of it. He’s just like you, a petty man."

Lu Lixing clicked his tongue and said flatly, "That won’t do. This isn’t your limit yet. I want to see exactly where your limit lies, and what it takes to make you cry out."

Lu Chi turned his head frantically, raising his voice in panic. "Dad, what are you trying to do?!"

Lu Lixing acted as if he hadn’t heard him. He clapped his hands, and two more burly men entered from outside.

Both of them were over six feet tall, their robust physiques making even one of their arms larger than Kunling’s entire body.

Lu Chi was as tense as if he were going to war, staring daggers at them, his gaze venomous like a snake.

"Lu Chi, you’re far too sentimental over trivial matters. With this behavior, how can I trust you with everything in the future? Just one woman has made your face go pale." Lu Lixing spoke indifferently, patting his trembling shoulder, his words piercing Lu Chi’s heart like sharp blades:

"Watch carefully. There’s nothing in this world worth clinging to. Anything you cherish can be destroyed. A true man should never let a woman tie his hands."

"You can’t protect her. You can only watch her vanish."

"And she is not Jiang Jiaqi."

"No. Please, no, Dad..." Lu Chi’s pleading voice was hollow, like his soul had left his body. He froze in place, paralyzed. His gaze fell on Guan Kunling, whose cold eyes turned toward him.

His vision grew foggy.

He had lost her once before. Was he going to lose her a second time?

The two burly men received Lu Lixing’s signal and slowly approached her. Along with the previous man, who dropped the whip he was holding, their gazes turned darker.

Guan Kunling’s face turned paler, her hands and feet struggling as the sound of chains scraping against each other echoed through the space, reverberating, but no one outside could hear.

One of the burly men reached out and tore at her already scant clothing, reducing it to shreds, exposing her blood-stained upper body. The shocking wounds made Lu Chi’s heart convulse.

But the rough hands of the burly man showed no mercy as they touched her body, brushing over her fragile places. Each touch caused blood to seep from the wounds.

Guan Kunling cried out in agony, forcing herself not to shed tears, and she struggled with unwavering defiance. She would rather die than endure such humiliation!

Another burly man pulled down her pants, grabbing her leg with one hand. Her legs were no better off, covered in bloody scars from cuts made by silver thorns. These men had been ordered to carry out such atrocities, and faced with beauty, no man would refuse the chance. To them, Guan Kunling was nothing but a lamb awaiting slaughter.

"Get the hell away!" Lu Chi finally snapped, yelling furiously, "Stop right now!"

He charged forward like a madman, shoving the men to the side. Unprepared for his attack, they were forced back, not daring to retaliate, instead turning to Lu Lixing for instructions.

Lu Chi dropped to his knees before Lu Lixing with a heavy thud, crying as he begged, "Dad, spare Kunling! This will destroy her!" His beloved woman—moments ago violated by other men—and now being forced to watch, he simply could not endure. Were these men not working for his father, he would have ripped them to shreds!

"She’s going to die anyway, so does it matter if she’s ruined, Lu Chi? I’m teaching you how to be a real man." Lu Lixing nodded, directing the men to continue.

"Don’t touch me..."

Lu Chi heard Kunling’s trembling, hoarse voice, as he witnessed their hands on her body.

"No! No!" He pushed the man away with all his strength, spreading his arms wide to shield Kunling behind him, tears streaming down his face. "Dad, I’m begging you, please don’t do this to her. Since I was young, I’ve never asked you for anything. I’ve followed your orders in everything. But this time, I’m pleading with you—just this once, listen to me. I love her! I can’t watch her be destroyed... Please, spare her. I beg you... Let her go."

"Even if you can’t, you will learn to endure." Lu Lixing frowned in dissatisfaction, signaling the men: "Hold him down." The men grabbed Lu Chi, dragging him away despite his desperate resistance, his face flushed red with effort.

Lu Lixing’s anger grew fiercer. "Lu Chi, when did you start disobeying even my orders?"

His son had always been obedient.

"Dad!" Lu Chi, alone, was no match for the three men. His arms were forcefully clinched behind his back. He was made to kneel on the floor, struggling with all his might but unable to break free. Two of the men departed, leaving one behind to restrain him.

The other two men unbuckled their pants, exchanged knowing smirks, and stepped toward Kunling again.

"No! Don’t! Kunling!" Lu Chi screamed, his teeth gritted in anguish as he strained to break free, veins bulging from his forehead, every fiber of his being seemingly on the verge of rupture!

He screamed and howled like a beast, his eyes bloodshot, a lion in rage.

"Let me go! Let me go! Ah!!!"

He saw his father, cold and severe; he saw Kunling’s expression, icy like frost.

They watched him struggle indifferently, hopelessly, without pity...

It was as though they were telling him: You are nothing but a weakling. You’re a weakling! Lu Chi is a weakling! You’re a weakling... No, Kunling!

"Make him watch. Watch the whole thing." Lu Lixing left behind a command, turning away coldly.

As Lu Lixing neared the door...

"Ah!!!" Suddenly, a roar shattered the quiet of the empty room.

Lu Lixing didn’t turn back. He only intended to make his son experience gut-wrenching agony. Only through pain and despair could Lu Chi grow. Rage and misery could unleash infinite power. Many would fall apart in the process, but those who endured would eventually find that the anguish, the grief—they were nothing. Because in the days to come, no hurt would surpass it, no sorrow eclipse it—there would only be numbness, indifferent to all.

At the same time, a gunshot rang out, heavy and resounding, as if to shatter a cage. The sudden turn of events took everyone by surprise. Blood splattered as Lu Chi rose from the ground. Bang, bang—two more shots rang out, and the two burly men collapsed. He stepped forward, pressing the gun to the man standing in front of Kunling. The man was about to act—he had reached the peak of his vile intentions—only to be abruptly pulled down to the abyss, a firearm now pressed against his temple, cold and resolute, death staring him in the face.

Lu Chi had gone mad, his bloodshot eyes a testament to his frenzy. Everywhere he stepped, blood painted the scene.