Immersive Fast Wear: The Anti-Strike Manual of the Heartthrob

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Que Yu sat at his desk, listening to his subordinates report on Meng Wenjin's situation, feeling confused and bewildered.

He couldn't let go of the hatred in his heart.

His hatred for the Marquis's Mansion lasted for more than ten years and occupied most of his life.

But if he continued to take revenge according to the plan, the Meng Mansion would be destroyed and he would be recalled by the emperor. By then, Chu Xiaoyun would definitely find out that something was wrong.

Revenge means she knows the truth.

How will she react when she knows the truth?

Que Yu was not sure. He could not afford the consequences of losing Chu Xiaoyun and did not know what to do.

Therefore, there were scenes of returning to the bedroom and leaving again for several consecutive days.

Now, Que Yu wants to see Chu Xiaoyun, but he doesn’t dare to.

But while he was hesitating, Chu Xiaoyun had already discovered the secret he wanted to hide.

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"Fang Li Pavilion."

Chu Xiaoyun looked up and found these three words on the plaque hanging at the door of the house.

The phrase "fresh and beautiful" is generally used to describe girls.

A room like this might be where a female master of the Meng Mansion once lived.

Especially the colorful flowers growing wildly in the yard, which to some extent further reflect this point of view.

But why does it look abandoned?

It was so desolate that it seemed as if even the maid who swept the floor hadn't been here for a long time.

Chu Xiaoyun moved closer and saw a lock hanging on the door of the room, with embroidery on it.

It turns out it was blocked!

Chu Xiaoyun suddenly realized and wanted to go back the same way. She touched the lock with her hand, but somehow it fell to the ground.

The lock fell with a dull sound, perhaps alarming something, and some strange noises were heard in the room.

It was broad daylight, but it felt eerie and scary.

Chu Xiaoyun looks like a spoiled and coquettish little girl, but in fact, she is quite courageous.

When she was still in the boudoir, she was quite close to her father, who was the Chief Justice of the Dali Temple, and heard many strange cases.

The little girl has a clear distinction between love and hate and likes to stand up for the weak.

As he gets older, he understands the importance of reputation to his family, so he becomes more restrained when he is out there.

But she still can't tolerate any grain of sand in her eyes.

It is said that there are many dirty things hidden in large mansions, and you can’t be sure what’s going on here.

Chu Xiaoyun thought for a moment, pulled out the hairpin from her hair, made a mark on the pillar outside, and then pushed the door open.

When I opened the door, the first thing I felt was the smell of dust and the sudden drop in temperature.

Chu Xiaoyun pulled her clothes closer and checked the surroundings.

On the surface, there didn't seem to be anything unusual, except that the furniture was a little old.

But if you walk around a screen and continue inside, you will notice something is wrong.

Gradually, Chu Xiaoyun saw more and more things.

Several-inch-long steel needles, hanging ropes, iron whips...

There were even some dark red and black bloodstains on many of the torture instruments.

She opened her eyes wide, and the feeling of panic in her heart grew deeper and deeper. Realizing that something was wrong, she wanted to turn around and find some people to help investigate.

As soon as I took a step, I heard a man's groan.

The voice was vague, but it made Chu Xiaoyun stop her retreat for no reason.

For some unknown reason, she had to go to the source of the sound to check it out.

The deeper they went, the dimmer the light around them became. It was at this time that Chu Xiaoyun realized that there must be someone inside.

The light from the candle flickered, illuminating the figure of a man.

The man's hands and feet were tied to a wooden frame. He was wearing a loose white prison uniform and his head was lowered. It was unclear whether he was dead or alive.

Chu Xiaoyun's pupils shrank slightly, and she called out softly:

"Are you... still alive?"

Meng Wenjin has been trapped in this room without sunlight for a long time. There is no day or night here, and he can't tell the change of time.

It must have been several months since the wedding day.

Thinking of the wedding, Meng Wenjin curled up a bitter smile.

My brother's identity is unknown and his purpose is unclear.

If my identity is replaced, will it hurt Xiaoyun and other relatives at home?

Sister Xiaoyun, he seemed to have heard Sister Xiaoyun’s voice just now. He was probably dreaming again.

But even if it was a dream, there was still a glimmer of light in Meng Wenjin's pupils.

He raised his head and looked in the direction of the hallucinatory voice.

When he found out that the person who called him was really Chu Xiaoyun, a flash of joy flashed through his heart, but soon turned into panic and anxiety.

"Xiao Yun, leave here quickly. They will be back soon."

Seeing that Xiaoyun did not look injured or weak, Meng Wenjin knew that the brother was probably still disguising his identity and had not hurt her.

After confirming that the people were safe, he felt a little worried, but then he immediately reacted:

Xiaoyun is not injured now because her brother wants to disguise his identity. If his identity is exposed here, he doesn’t know what he will do to her.

Chu Xiaoyun's mind was blank now, and the scene before her brought her a great shock.

Another Wenjin brother?

No, that's not right.

Chu Xiaoyun refuted her own doubts. She looked at Meng Wenjin and recognized him as the real Brother Wenjin at first sight.

He was the brother Wen Jin who grew up with her, their childhood sweetheart, and who promised to spend her life together under the moonlight.

Realizing this fact, Chu Xiaoyun became extremely flustered.

Brother Wen Jin is tied here, so who is the man who has slept in the same bed with her for several months?

and many more……

Chu Xiaoyun didn't want to think about it any further and raised her head to look at Meng Wenjin's current appearance.

He had lost a lot of weight, his cheeks were a little sunken, and his hands and feet were covered with deep red marks from being tied up with ropes for too long.

Even though there were no visible scars on her body, Chu Xiaoyun couldn't help but well up in tears when she thought of the bloody torture instruments she saw when she came in.

She quickly stepped forward and tried to untie the rough hemp rope on his body.

"Brother Wenjin, don't be afraid. I will take you away from here."

Her eyes were still red, but her expression had returned to calm and she was arranging everything rationally.

"What happened? Tell me in detail after we leave."

Meng Wenjin wanted to persuade her to leave, but when he saw that she was making arrangements in an orderly manner, he swallowed back what he was about to say and changed it to something else.

"Okay, I'll wait for Sister Xiaoyun to save me. Don't worry, I believe you."

Being locked up here, Meng Wenjin had little time and people to talk to. His voice, which used to be as gentle as the breeze and flowing water, was now extremely hoarse.

But he still smiled and said soothing words.

Chu Xiaoyun felt even more distressed, the redness at the corners of her eyes became more intense, and her hands moved faster and faster.

The hemp rope was rough and it took her a long time, with her fingers rubbed red, to loosen the knot.

When she was about to see hope, Chu Xiaoyun's eyes lit up and she was about to speak.

A voice appeared silently behind him:

"Ayun, do you want to let him go?"

It was the same voice as Meng Wenjin's, but now he didn't seem to want to hide it, and there was a chill in his tone.