Zhaodi's father's words were like a thunderbolt, nailing Zhaodi to the spot. She looked at her old father in front of her. This man whom she had thought of countless times in her ten years of painful life actually knew that she had been sold.
Go to a brothel.
"Why don't you go find her?!" Zhao Di suppressed the anger in her heart and asked her father with trembling hands.
No, he is no longer his father, he is just Mr. Jiang, who is famous all over the capital. The Mr. Jiang who loves the people like his son and is loyal to the public.
Mr. Jiang seemed to have a high regard for Zhao Di before, but when she asked this question, there was a clear look of disdain on his face.
"A woman is a woman! Short-sighted! This kind of thing is a family scandal. Do you want me to publicize everywhere that my daughter was sold to a brothel by my wife? If people in the officialdom know these things about me, then the reputation I have maintained for so many years will be lost.
Wouldn’t it be destroyed in one day?”
Mr. Jiang said it in an understatement, but it was so harsh in Zhao Di's ears. Because he was afraid that others would talk about him behind his back, and because he was worried that his reputation would be ruined, he actually helped that hateful woman hide the fact that she was sold to a brothel!
Suddenly, Zhao Di felt that although the woman was hateful, this man had committed a heinous crime and she had no reason to forgive him.
Zhao Di sneered twice in her heart and made up her mind, since you are unkind, don't blame me for being unjust.
"You can sell one daughter by default, why can't you sell the second one? Besides, she will definitely be dissatisfied with me in the future. What if she takes advantage of her status as a young lady and laughs at my background?"
Zhao Di said coldly: "You still don't love me enough. If you really want to be good to me, then sell that child!"
Mr. Jiang covets the beauty of Zhao Di, and the child is clamoring for his mother every day at home, which is very annoying. If he is sold to a brothel, not only can he make a lot of money, but he can also keep his ears quiet, which is also a good thing.
After thinking for a moment, he nodded. He just wanted a son now. As for a daughter, it didn't matter.
"Okay, I'll obey you this time, but I'm going to say something ugly earlier. If you can't give birth to an heir for our Jiang family, your outcome won't be that good either!"
When she said this, a fierce look shot out of Mr. Jiang's eyes. Zhao Di had dealt with so many men, but she had never seen anyone so cruel and ruthless. She knew that she had to deal with this man quickly.
OK, otherwise...
Zhao Di couldn't help but shudder. She didn't dare to think about it. It seemed that in the next second she could see herself being sold by Mr. Jiang and being beaten to death.
Time passed unknowingly and the red candle gradually burned out. Zhaodi, with a red hijab on her head, sat quietly in the room where she had lived as a child. She still remembered clearly that her mother took her in the room at that time.
The look of a school girl.
Tears fell unsatisfactorily, and Zhao Di hurriedly stretched out her hand to wipe away the tears that fell. Such a father and such a man are not worthy of her sadness. The only thought in her heart now is to kill her father.
He has been sent to hell by his father who became a demon.
When the last flame "fluttered" and flickered out, the room suddenly fell into terrible darkness and silence.
There was a rush of footsteps outside the door. Zhao Di shook hands nervously, then moved her hand to the brocade quilt behind her to confirm once again that the dagger was where it should be.
With a creak, the door was gently pushed open. Even though she was far away, Zhao Di seemed to be able to smell the smell of alcohol coming from Mr. Jiang's body.
Very good, Zhao Di thought to herself, the more you drink, the less able you will be to resist in a while, and the easier it will be for me to complete what I want to do.
"Beauty, I'm here!" Mr. Jiang was really busy. He staggered forward. Because there was no candlelight, he bumped into a small stool several times, but this did not affect his mood.
.
He even cursed and continued walking forward. Finally, in the darkness, he reached his destination, the bedside where Zhao Di was sitting.
"Really, why did the candle go out so quickly!" Mr. Jiang burped and said slightly dissatisfied, but soon he came to his senses: "That's good, it's convenient for us to do things, aren't we beautiful?!"
Zhaodi didn't wait for Mr. Jiang to lift the hood for her, so she lifted up the red hood and threw it aside.
Mr. Jiang was stunned. He had heard someone say before that Zhao Di was a very aloof woman. Even in that kind of situation, she was not as good as other prostitutes who came to open a room. She was not as good at provoking and teasing men.
It's not good.
But the facts before us completely shattered the rumors in the market. Being aloof was only seen by outsiders, and debauchery was the essence of this kind of woman.
"If you satisfy me today, I will straighten you up tomorrow!" Mr. Jiang was so happy that he said whatever he wanted.
A smile appeared on Zhaodi's lips. It was contemptuous and pitiful. What else could she say to this man who was about to die? Letting him die in his fantasy was not a bad thing.
Thinking about it, Zhao Di stretched out her hand to grab Mr. Jiang's collar and pulled him towards her. Her voice was full of charm, "Is what you said true? If I make you feel unforgettable, will you straighten me up?"
"
Zhaodi didn't speak, she just smiled. Her voice was full of temptation, as if coming from a woman who couldn't wait to have fun.
Master Jiang couldn't bear it any longer, kicked off his shoes and rushed towards Zhao Di, but unexpectedly, Zhao Di stretched out her hand slightly to stop him from further intrusion.
"Don't you want to know who I am?" Zhao Di asked with a smile. As she spoke, she kept scratching Mr. Jiang's face with her fingers: "Actually, you should have this kind of curiosity. Maybe you will
There is a rather unexpected answer!”
Mr. Jiang was even startled. He had come from the officialdom. Even if he drank too much, he could still understand the meaning of Zhaodi's words. What was she hinting at?
"Who are you?" Mr. Jiang calmed down. Suddenly he felt a slight chill behind him, followed by a pain that pierced his bone marrow. He reached behind his back and felt the sticky liquid all over his hands.
"Who the hell are you!!!" Mr. Jiang was completely awake at this time. He roared and rushed towards Zhao Di, but what greeted him was a cold dagger.
"You want to know who I am? Well, let me tell you, I am your daughter who was sold into a brothel back then! Don't you recognize me at all? You really should take a good look at me, right?
Looks a bit like you?!"
Zhaodi laughed wildly, her body constantly trembling, pleasure!? Is this feeling the pleasure of revenge?
Suddenly, hot tears burst out of Zhaodi's eyes. Yes, she killed her father with her own hands, but now she has really become an orphan. The last trace of warmth in her heart was finally replaced by darkness. She is no longer her!
"Oh it's you……"
Mr. Jiang, who was still struggling and using his last remaining strength to pounce on Zhao Di, suddenly stopped. Maybe he had no strength. Maybe he suddenly figured out that it was better to die in the hands of his daughter!