Zhao Han awoke and instantly found the soft lighting in the room somewhat blinding.

She suddenly remembered something, and her whole being collapsed.

Tears streamed down uncontrollably, a boundless flow of humiliating sadness.

Adrenaline surged wildly, filled with anger.

She wanted to scream, but her throat was hoarse.

She tried to turn over, but her body ached immensely and she couldn't get up.

The storm continued to rage outside, thunder and lightning added to her extreme pain and helplessness; she had never suffered such insult and torture!

She absolutely couldn't let Liu Zhizhong, this villain, get away with it!

It took her a tremendous effort to finally turn herself over, feeling as if her bones were coming apart.

Her breasts ached from being jostled excessively.

Her waist felt like it would break, having taken a fierce battering.

Her buttocks were swollen, needless to say...

Even her lips hurt from being kissed so fiercely.

It was only then she noticed that even the tips of her breasts were red and swollen; upon the expanses of white flesh were patches of red and purple, as well as on her waist and thighs!

My god, to what extent had this bastard tortured her?

Down below was swollen and painful, yet it felt soothingly cool, comfortably stuffed with some sort of suppository.

With great difficulty, she turned over, her hair disheveled, face streaked with tears, utterly wretched. She reached for her phone, intending to call the police, she had to report the rape!

But instead, she found a note written by Liu Zhizhong on a rather large piece of folded paper on her phone.

Instinctively, she picked it up and read it, then collapsed onto the bed, painfully and powerlessly clutching at the blanket, a deep sense of aggrieved bitterness overwhelming her.

The vigorous handwriting on the paper read:

"Miss Zhao, things have come to this, there's no need to be sad. Anger is necessary because I am fully aware of your beauty trap."

"Moreover, I have retained the related evidence. You, your husband, and your cousin have harmed others and yourselves, very unfortunate! Zhang Hongyang has come to some realization and got into a car accident on his way here. He's now lying in the hospital, but it's nothing serious, no need to worry."

"More unfortunate for you, I have taken your nude photos, quite enticing, consider them my return gesture?"

"Go ahead and call the police if you want. I believe you're keen to do so. But it will be futile. I might lose everything, but do you care about your reputation, and that of Zhang Hongyang?"

"Liu Zhizhong has been oppressed by you for too long, ready to give up everything. Do you want to be the joke of Yangzhou's officialdom for life? I welcome it."

"I was quite fierce, it was a thrilling experience, but I also took responsibility. I washed your body, braved the rain to buy you douches and anti-inflammatory pessaries, and administered them to you already. I wish you a speedy recovery."

"If you can calm down, come and find me in the study, we can talk. You must be hungry, I'll make you something to eat. Believe me, you'll love its taste. If you can't stay calm, feel free to call the police, I'll face it calmly. After all, having had both you and your sister, I have no regrets."

Zhao Han was utterly at his mercy, collapsed on the bed, tears gushing, filled with regret, even starting to hate her husband.

Damn beauty trap!

In a helpless, hoarse voice she cursed, "Liu Zhizhong, you beast! You really have no shame, no decency... why don't you just go die? Why don't you just die..."

Zhao Han was in extreme agony, clutching the blanket, her body shaking, yet so weak and powerless, utterly at a loss.

After a long while, she finally regained some strength and completely calmed down.

Enduring the pain all over her body, she got up naked, struggling to find underwear to put on.

Only then did she realize that even walking was painful; her legs had to be spread wide because walking with crossed legs like usual made the pain in her inner thighs unbearable, and the little, secret treasure ached terribly!

Not to mention, her knees ached and felt weak, her body feeble; walking required wall support!

Pain, humiliation, helplessness... Zhao Han felt her life was plunged into darkness...

After changing into clothes, her stomach growled, but she had neither the energy nor the desire to go to the study to see Liu Zhizhong.

She could only slump helplessly onto the sofa in the room. Half-collapsed on the soft, genuine leather, she felt slightly more comfortable.

She picked up her phone, grinding her teeth in frustration, and sent a text to Liu Zhizhong because she was too hoarse to speak clearly.

"Son of a bitch, I'm in pain all over, I can barely walk, my throat is hoarse. I won't come to the study; I'm starving. Didn't you say you'd feed me? Could you please make something and bring it here?"

Liu Zhizhong received the message, and chuckled, promptly sending back a voice message with his magnetic voice.

"Alright, Miss Zhao, thank you for being calm, which comforts me greatly. The pain on your body is normal, after all, you've never experienced such an intense battle between man and woman, nor have I."

"It's your husband who's to blame for this shitty beauty scheme that's trapped even his own wife. Zhang Xueyao really hates me, she should be the one experiencing what you've gone through."

"Wait for me, I'll make you a bowl of noodles and bring it to your room, personally feed you, how about that? I should be the one to feed you; you've exhausted too much! Just because you've been bad to me, it doesn't mean I can't be righteous. After all, I still want to keep things intense between us!"