Quick Transmigration Hoarding: My Selfishness Leads to a Killing Frenzy

The next day, Qingmo acted as if nothing had happened and woke up Yun Qinghan, who was sleeping on the floor.

"Husband, it's time to get up and make breakfast. Sigh, I've worked so hard these past two years. Now that you don't have to study anymore, it's time for me to enjoy life."

After speaking, she chuckled softly, adjusting her hair in front of the bronze mirror. Her alluring eyes were captivating, but to Yun Qinghan, they seemed like those of a demon, utterly terrifying.

Yun Qinghan couldn't get up. His right hand was in so much pain that he was fainting, his right eye was wrapped in gauze, and the whip marks on his body were even more horrific. He felt that he no longer had the strength to struggle.

Seeing that he didn't react for a long time, Qingmo's face darkened instantly. She pulled out the whip tied around her waist and slammed it on the ground.

"Husband, why aren't you getting up? Do you want me to help you?"

Originally, Yun Qinghan wanted to give up, but everyone is afraid of pain. Forced by Qingmo's tyranny, Yun Qinghan struggled to get up.

"Mother...my wife, what do you want in order to divorce me? I'm already like this, what more do you want? Do you want me to die? We've been husband and wife for a day, how could you have become like this?"

Qingmo's expression changed immediately upon hearing the word "divorce".

"Divorce? My husband, you once said that you would never betray me in this life. You were born with me, and even in death, I would have your ashes polished into beads to wear on my wrist."

After saying that, she brandished her whip and lashed it hard across Yun Qinghan's body.

Yun Qinghan gritted her teeth, enduring the pain, her body and mind utterly exhausted.

"You wicked woman, what did I do wrong?"

Qingmo's eyes grew even more crazed, and she said viciously, "Your mistake was marrying me! You married me, but now you want to betray me!"

The next second, she gently pressed her thumb on his wound and said, "Husband, don't be afraid. I love you so much, how could I bear to hurt you? It hurts me to see you like this. If you listen to me, I won't hit you."

Unable to resist, Yun Qinghan had no choice but to endure the pain and get up to cook. After finishing the cooking, he didn't eat any of the food. After he finished cleaning up the kitchen, he took out the embroidery frame and asked him to embroider.

If your right hand is useless, you still have your left, right? Just practice with it.

"My lord, I used to support you by embroidering handkerchiefs, now it's your turn to support me. Here, from now on you'll stay home and embroider handkerchiefs. Start with a pair of mandarin ducks, like you and me. Embroider them well, otherwise..."

She gave him a sinister smile, locked the courtyard gate, and went to a restaurant outside for a meal.

Yun Qinghan was filled with despair. He didn't know what he had done wrong to make Qingmo so crazy.

He recalled their wedding day, when Qingmo was a gentle and virtuous woman. She looked at him with a shy smile, and at that time, they only had eyes for each other.

But now, everything has changed.

Qingmo's gentleness vanished completely, replaced by endless torment and abuse.

Yun Qinghan didn't understand why things had turned out this way.

When Qingmo returned, all she saw were his crooked and messy embroidery lines, and she thought, "What the hell is that?"

She raised her hand and slapped him across the face. "Ha, husband, I asked you to embroider mandarin ducks, is this how you see the affection between us?"

Yun Qinghan was filled with pain. He looked at Qingmo and pleaded in his eyes, "My wife, I... I have done my best."

Qingmo, however, refused to let him go. She picked up the whip and lashed him again and again.

Yun Qinghan's body trembled, but he did not cry out. He gritted his teeth and silently endured the pain.

He knew that if he couldn't meet Qingmo's demands, this torment would never end.

As the days went by, Yun Qinghan's acupuncture skills gradually improved, but his body became covered with scars.

Sure enough, "spare the rod and spoil the child." If you don't push him, he won't know that he can embroider with one hand.

She couldn't afford to waste time with him like this, so she simply lied and said that her parents had left her a sum of money to buy a large courtyard house in the city. Whether others believed her or not was none of her business. She'd give them a good slap if they wanted, no matter what. Anyway, she hadn't stolen or robbed anyone.

I bought some maids, nannies, and servants, and then I bought some fertile land and shops to collect rent. Perfect.

"My dear husband, you should cherish this opportunity. Without me, could you live such a comfortable life without any worries about food or clothing?"

While using manipulative tactics, she instructed the nanny that the master would not be allowed to eat until the handkerchief was finished being embroidered today. The maidservant then helped her away, swaying her slender waist.

Yun Qinghan's face twisted in pain, her aura turning icy. What kind of good life was this? Apart from moving into a big house, nothing had changed. She was living worse than a servant.

They lived in the worst woodshed, mainly because the old man loved to sleep.

They specially built a small kitchen next to the woodshed for him to eat in, so he could cook for himself. He was given a fixed amount of coarse grains every month, and if he wasn't full, he would go hungry, mainly because the master liked to cook for himself.

He was also responsible for cleaning all the chamber pots in the mansion, as the master liked the smell.

The embroidery work couldn't stop either. Since it wasn't going to be sold anyway, it didn't matter whether it was good or bad. But if it wasn't good, you'd get beaten, and there were special nannies watching over you.

Is this a master? This is imprisonment. Would you like such a good life? Damn vile woman.

A 'crack' lashed across his back.

The old woman, with a hint of mockery, indifference, and nonchalance, said, "What are you thinking about, sir? You'd better hurry up and embroider the handkerchief. If you don't finish, Madam will be unhappy, and you'll have to kneel in the ancestral hall again."

After saying that, the old woman whipped her again. No wonder the lady was unhappy with her dawdling.

Yun Qinghan had no choice but to pick up the embroidery needle and resignedly get to work.

The old nanny sat to the side drinking tea, glancing at him every now and then. If things didn't go well, she would whip him. This kind of old nanny loved to torment people.

Did he want to rebel? Yes, but the entire household was filled with Qingmo's people.

The lady is their master, while the master is the lowest of the low in the entire household, living worse than a dog, and anyone can bully him.

Men should stay in the backyard, obey the three obediences and four virtues, and do their embroidery. Let us strong women handle things like showing our faces in public.

Jie Jie Jie...

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