Ferocious Boss: Hubby, Let’s Get Married

Chapter 772: There is No Use in Lying to Me

‘You have business with me, but seriously, it’s in the dead of the night,’ You Xi ranted internally. ‘Why do you have to see me at this hour?’

He almost scared You Xi to death; it was like seeing a ghost.

“Uncle, t–tell me…” No matter how much he resented the situation, You Xi was still as meek as the respectful nephew he should be when he opened his mouth.

You Yi whipped out a cigarette and lit it up. The burning end of the cigarette cast a dim glow over his face. “Why did you fall down?” he asked.

You Xi licked his lips. “I–I was careless when I was smoking, and I–I fell.”

You Yi slowly puffed out a cloud of smoke, his tongue silent. The air was quickly filled with the acrid stench of cigarette smoke. You Yi did not speak, continuing to puff away at the cigarette. The lights were off in the room. The room was so quiet that it was uncomfortable; only the occasional sound of cigarette burning could be heard.

You Xi felt as though his heart was being clawed by a cat. He grew more anxious, more afraid.

“U–uncle, you… Why did you want to ask? Look, it’s so late already…”

You Yi flicked the butt of his cigarette; the burning end flew out, flickering then dying in the darkness.

“You Xi, I think you’ve forgotten what I once did. There’s no use in lying to me.”

You Xi was so scared that his heart nearly stopped; he almost jizzed in his pants. “Uncle, I–I’m not lying to you. I–I–I’m telling the truth. It’s all true…”

“I’m giving you one last chance. Are you going to tell me the truth?”

“Uncle, I really…fell down myself—”

The next second, You Yi dropped the cigarette onto the floor. He stood up and stamped out the fire. Then he extended his hand and grabbed You Xi.

“Uncle, uncle… You… What are you doing? Uncle, I–I’m not lying…”

You Yi dragged You Xi into the bathroom and turned on the lights there.

You Yi threw You Xi onto the floor, who was stunned with fear. He unbuttoned the cuffs of his sleeves and rolled them up. “If you won’t talk, I’ll talk,” he said as he rolled the sleeves up. “Drugging, kidnapping, attempted rape. You Xi… you really made a name for the Yous.”

You Xi’s body trembled throughout. He almost wanted to sob in fear at the sight of You Yi’s angry red eyes. “Uncle, I didn’t… I really didn’t—”

He did not get a chance to finish talking when You Yi grabbed the collar of his neck and dragged him in front of the toilet bowl. His uncle lifted the toilet bowl seat cover and viciously plunged You Xi’s head in. He did it so violently that he seemed like he wanted to dash You Xi’s brain into pieces.

“Un–glug glug– Un–cle–glug glug…”

You Yi’s almond eyes were even colder, even more terrifying from before. They resembled peach blossoms that bloomed during spring, drops of fresh blood dotting its petals—alluring, yet beautifully dangerous.

You Yi did not loosen his hold on You Xi’s neck.

You Xi’s hands clutched against the rim of the toilet bowl; his legs scrambled restlessly on the ground for purchase. He fought to stand up so badly, but his pampered muscles stood no chance against You Xi’s.

You Yi pressed against You Xi, not giving the slightest chance of movement.

If Yan Qingsi had not managed to escape that day, then now s–she…would… You Yi did not dare to imagine how things would have turned out.

He would not have the courage to face her—he would have even less courage to meet her mother.

You Yi seemed as if he really wanted to murder You Xi. His legs weakened as time went by, gradually losing the strength that supported him. His neck began to turn purple, and only then did You Yi pull his head out.

You Yi’s face was blue with suffocation. He almost lost consciousness.

He could finally breathe fresh air. He took in deep gulps of air…

Chapter 773: I will Kill You if You Dare to Lay a Finger on Her!

The near-death experience was terrifying; You Xi was so scared his entire body went weak. He nearly coughed his lungs out. “Cough cough…U—u—uncle…cough cough…I—I—was—wrong…Please forgive me…” he cried out in pain.

Hatred had ignited within You Xi’s heart when he was being forced down.

He hated his uncle for being this ridiculous—for daring to treat him this way.

He wanted to immediately head home and tell the You family what had happened by morning—how dare this man make him drink toilet water!

You Yi let out a sardonic laugh. “You admit what you did was wrong. All right. Then tell me: what did you do wrong?”

You Xi felt as if he was looking at a ghoul upon seeing You Xi’s face. This was not his uncle—this was the grim reaper himself!

“I—I—I shouldn’t have—k—kept a secret from everyone,” he stammered. “I should have—”

He was interrupted once again by You Yi dunking his head into the toilet bowl.

“Don’t come out until you’ve thought it through.” You Yi’s impassive voice cut like a blade into You Xi’s ears.

You Xi slapped his hands against the bowl. Many of his already-healed wounds opened again from his struggling.

However, he could not focus on the pain now—he needed to save himself first.

His uncle was really out to kill him.

You Xi’s sobs turned into gurgles. He beat against the bowl with all his might, his strength waning with every move. Only then did You Yi finally drag him out again.

“Are you actually repentant now?” You Yi asked.

You Xi nodded his head vigorously. “Cough cough…I—cough cough… know…I know…

“Uncle…f—forgive me… I was wrong. I should have told all of you sooner…We, the You family, suffered so much humiliation. I should have gotten rid of that b*tch—”

You Yi’s expression hardened. “You unrepentant b*stard!”

He pushed You Xi’s head back down despite his howls.

His head had been dunked in and out of the bowl so many times, You Xi did not know how much toilet water he had swallowed. Bile rushed up from his stomach; his chest burned with agony. When he was pulled out again, tears and snot streaked all over his face. “Un—uncle—I was wrong. What you say goes…If you say—what I did was wrong, then I—I was—wrong. I was wrong…”

It was not a surprise that You Xi’s head was plunged back into the bowl.

Suffocation surged forth like a wave again. You Xi felt he was dying; his lungs were almost devoid of oxygen.

The spectre of death hung ominously over his head. You Xi wanted to cry out for help, to beg for forgiveness…However, he could not make a single sound.

This man was not his uncle. He was a goddamned vengeful monster.

What did he want him to say? What did he want to make him say?

Whatever he had said was clearly wrong.

He had already said all that he could think of—everything.

Unless he wanted him to say that he should not have kidnapped that deceitful b*tch, or not attempt to rape that sl*t?

As You Xi continued to struggle, You Yi’s voice rang out, “You Xi, you’d better remember the taste of this moment—the taste of death!

“I never cared for the number of women you fooled around with; I also never cared about the methods you used. Whether you commit murder or arson is none of my business, but you shouldn’t have touched Yan Qingsi…

“This time, I’ll let you go because you’re my nephew. But…there will be no next time. If you dare to lay a finger on her again, I’ll…kill you!”

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Rich Man Yan: Oh, no. It was so hard reclaiming the reputation of being a manly man from mother Yue, and now it was ripped away by my uncle who appeared halfway through. So heartbreaking…Mom, I entreat you, save me!