Chapter 232: Birth (9)

The sharp watermelon knife sliced off Zhong Siyu's right ear, then plunged deep into her delicate shoulder. It was close; just a bit more, and her entire shoulder would have separated from her body under that single cut.

A wail escaped Zhong Siyu's mouth, and her fear and despair reached their peak in that moment.

The middle-aged chubby man withdrew the cleaver, then grinned menacingly as he aimed another strike at Zhong Siyu's shoulder, seemingly intent on dismembering it completely.

Zhong Siyu, already paralyzed by fear, ignored the intense pain and cried out as she leaped off the bed. The instinct for survival propelled her to make a desperate attempt to escape.

The middle-aged chubby man's swing missed, landing on the blood-soaked quilt. Unfazed, he followed up with another slash towards Zhong Siyu.

This time, the blade struck Zhong Siyu's leg.

Just as Zhong Siyu, struggling to get off the bed, hadn't managed to distance herself, she felt something forcefully cutting into her flesh. Her body stumbled, and she collapsed to the ground.

"Daddy... please... no..."

In her desperate plea, Zhong Siyu dragged her heavily injured body towards the corner of the room, leaving behind a pool of blood.

The expression on the middle-aged chubby man's face changed slightly, not moved by Zhong Siyu's pitiful state, but rather reveling in the madness.

"Daddy? Haha, I'm not your daddy. As for who your daddy is, I don't know. But you can ask your mom later; she might know."

The middle-aged chubby man responded with a sinister smile, and as he spoke, he swung the cleaver once again.

Zhong Siyu's consciousness began to blur, and in her fearful state, she instinctively crawled towards the corner of the room.

Yet, before she could reach the corner, she felt another slash on her right arm. She turned to look, and her right arm had detached from her body.

"Don't worry. I'll use needle and thread to stitch your body back together later. Though I can't guarantee a full recovery, it will definitely add more flavor to you."

The middle-aged chubby man grinned, but suddenly, his smile vanished, replaced by anger. The abrupt shift in emotions made him seem highly unstable.

Fueled by anger, his entire face contorted. He ruthlessly stomped on the wound on Zhong Siyu's leg.

A painful scream escaped Zhong Siyu's mouth, and her once delicate and cute face was now covered in blood and tears.

After the cry, Zhong Siyu couldn't endure the torture any longer. She fainted, collapsing into the pool of blood.

His wife's years of betrayal had inflicted a severe psychological blow on him. The only reason he hadn't gone completely mad was Zhong Siyu, his precious daughter.

Though his wife was gone, he still had one precious daughter. At that time, he considered this a stroke of luck amid misfortune.

However, what he didn't expect was that a single paternity test would plunge him into utter despair. His already abnormal psyche finally tipped over the edge.

Originally, Zhong Siyu was his greatest love, the person he cared about the most in his life. However, learning that Zhong Siyu was not his biological daughter turned her into the person he hated the most!

This deep-seated hatred even surpassed his hatred for Zhong Siyu's mother!

This inexplicable hatred was beyond the comprehension of a normal person. Yet, in the eyes of someone mentally disturbed, this hatred made perfect sense.

The reason he chose to harm Zhong Siyu, using such a cruel method, was singular: to reclaim the love he had given her over the past ten years!

He intended to take back, one by one, the deep affection he had showered on Zhong Siyu in a twisted and sadistic manner because, as a businessman, he couldn't willingly engage in a loss-making deal.

The words and actions of the mentally disturbed are forever beyond the understanding of a normal person. They exist in a different world, and their words and actions will never resonate.

The harsh reality rendered the middle-aged chubby man abnormal. He attached too much importance to everything, so when faced with the facts, he couldn't bear the impact.

However, all of this had nothing to do with Zhong Siyu. She was just a child who knew nothing and had never been involved, yet she became the ultimate victim.

In the middle-aged chubby man's room, there was a strong smell of medicine and a faint trace of blood, along with an indescribable strange odor.

Two people hung from the ceiling in the room, completely naked, forcibly tied together with ropes and hung on a metal hook. They resembled pieces of pork waiting to be bought, only this piece of meat was unusually large.

Dirtied and covered in dried blood, the two had grotesque shapes on their bodies, sickening to look at. They appeared miserable, barely clinging to life, like candles flickering in the wind.

These two were none other than Zhong Siyu's mother and her "ordinary friend" who shared the same bed.

Seeing the two still alive on the hook, the middle-aged chubby man couldn't help but wear a satisfied smile on his face.

"Don't worry; I won't let you die. Although I'm a businessman, I used to be a doctor for a long time. Extending your lives for a bit longer is something I can still do."

As he spoke, the middle-aged chubby man looked down at Zhong Siyu on the floor, a sinister grin once again appearing on his face.