Smack! Smack! Smack!
"Stop! Stop it!"
"Qin Mo! You beast, you ungrateful wretch, you... you've disappointed me too much! How can you beat your eldest sister like this?!"
"Qianqiu, Qianqiu, my daughter! My daughter!"
Listening to the whip strike Gu Qianqiu's body again and again with vicious force, Yan Huili—locked in the basement without food or water for an entire day—had long since cried until she was hoarse.
"Two... one!"
After Gu Qianqiu, sprawled on the ground, slurred out the final two counts, she felt as if her entire body were about to die.
So... so this was what it felt like to be whipped dozens of times in a row under the family discipline?!
It hurt—hurt too much!
Her own younger brother had actually endured this excruciating torment for three whole years for no reason at all!
At Qin Mo's feet, the back of Gu Qianqiu's white shirt and black suit—clothes she had not even had time to change after returning home—had already been whipped to tatters.
Her once snow-white back was now a horrific mess of wounds, covered in savage bloodstains and chaotic whip marks!
Her forehead and face were already slick with bead-sized drops of sweat, while her disheveled hair clung to her drenched cheeks!
Her tightly furrowed brows and wide-open mouth, gasping without pause, revealed the indescribable agony she was enduring at this moment!
Looking at Gu Qianqiu's utterly miserable state, Qin Mo took out a Huazi from his pocket, leisurely lit another one for himself, and kept his gaze cold to the extreme.
"My dear eldest sister, you haven't died, have you?"
"Can you still hear your little brother speaking?"
When Qin Mo's tone turned gentle again, even carrying a trace of concern—
Gu Qianqiu, already in so much pain that she was barely alive,