Chapter 7 — My Husband Forced Me to Serve Him, I Flipped the Books to Collect Debt

Tieu Tinh Tran slightly lowered his eyes and glanced at Lam Tu Vien lying on the ground, his eyes indifferent as if looking at an ant.

“Is this the blind scoundrel who used to be your ex-husband?”

I smiled slightly, bowed slightly and bowed.

"For the general to laugh, he's just a stray dog with no eyes for people."

Lam Tu Vien looked at the man with extraordinary temperament in front of him, his pupils immediately constricted violently. Only now did he truly realize that, after leaving him, not only did I not fall into the mud, but on the contrary, I also stepped up to a height that he could never reach in his entire life.

“You… you…”

Lam Tu Vien pointed at me and Tieu Tinh Tran, so jealous that his eyes were about to bleed.

"Tham Nhu Y, you shameless prostitute! How long have you been together, yet you are already in cahoots with another man!"

Tieu Tinh Tran's eyes instantly became as cold as a blade. He didn't even need to make a move himself, just slightly raised his chin to signal. The close guard standing behind immediately rushed out like a ghost and threw a strong kick at Lam Tu Vien's chest. A crunching sound of broken bones rang out. Lam Tu Vien let out a miserable scream, opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood.

“Pull out his tongue!”

Tieu Tinh Tran's voice was extremely calm, but it contained a bone-chilling murderous intent. I reached out and held Tieu Tinh Tran's sleeve, softly speaking in advice.

“General, it's not worth getting blood on this dirty thing.”

“Let him live and watch me enjoy all the glory and wealth with my own eyes, that is the greatest punishment for him.”

Tieu Tinh Tran lowered his head to look at me, the cold look in his eyes immediately turned into a gentle, pampering look.

“It's all according to her wishes.”

He turned to the deputy guard:

“Break his legs and let him beg for food in the south of the city all his life!”

“Obey!”

Amidst Lam Tu Vien's desperate screams, Tieu Tinh Tran naturally took my hand and walked into Tu Tien Pavilion, warm as spring. He never thought it was shameful for me to show up and do business. He enjoys my tricks. He supports my ambition. That is the true rivalry between two people of equal talent. In the days that followed, I occasionally heard the fate of those two people from the mouths of the servants. After Lieu Thi rolled up her money and fled, she soon spent all her expenses. A woman like her who doesn't know how to do anything other than pretend to be weak, what the outcome of living in this cruel world will be, is actually not difficult to predict. She once intended to seduce a rich businessman to become his concubine. Who would have thought that the rich merchant's main wife was an extremely cruel character. She directly ordered someone to strip Lieu Thi of her clothes, beat her until she was half alive and half dead, and then sold her straight to the lowest-class brothel that specialized in receiving guests, porters, in the capital. There, every day she had to receive dozens of porters who smelled of sweat. From then on, no one will pity her so-called "baby disease". As long as she dares to cry out that her chest hurts, all she gets in return is a whip and merciless beatings from the madam. It is said that in less than half a year, she was covered in ulcers, her whole body was rotten, and was finally thrown into the landfill. Hell, I didn't even have a torn mat to wrap myself around. As for Lam Tu Vien. His legs were disabled. He could only crawl on the ground with both hands. He became the lowest-class beggar in the slums south of the city. The literary spirit that he was always proud of was trampled in the foulest mud. Every time it snowed, his broken leg bones were in so much pain that life was worse than death. In countless late nights when he was woken up by the cold, he frantically slapped himself in the face, regretting why he had brought that guy back that year, and why he had angered me. However, deep love that comes late is cheaper than weeds, regret that comes late, even dogs don't bother to look back.