75: The evil magic of ecstasy

Before he finished speaking, he backhanded Qin Rourou with a slap.

Qin Rourou stared fixedly at Cao Nie, not uttering a single sound.

“Your turn.”

Cao Nie’s gaze turned to Qin Rourou again.

“Bah, absolutely not….”

“Slap….”

The crisp sound of slaps continuously echoed in the room.

After more than a hundred slaps.

Han Bingbing’s psychological defense finally collapsed, tears mixed with blood sliding down her face: “Stop, I agree, I agree to bear you a son.”

Cao Nie slowly retracted his raised hand: “Cao Family Head still prefers your unyielding look.”

Han Bingbing remained silent, the hatred in her eyes almost materializing.

Qin Rourou, who was beside her, grew anxious: “Mother, you can’t agree, have you forgotten he killed Father?”

Han Bingbing closed her eyes wearily: “Xiaorou, Mother truly can’t hold on anymore.”

Qin Rourou felt it wasn't worth it for her father, her voice almost breaking: “Are you worthy of my father by doing this?”

Han Bingbing explained: “Xiaorou, don’t worry, after Mother bears him a son, Mother will commit suicide.”

“Then why don’t you commit suicide now?” Qin Rourou questioned sharply.

Han Bingbing shook her head bitterly: “With him here, Mother doesn’t even have a chance to commit suicide.”

“Can’t you self-detonate?”

Han Bingbing was so angry she slapped Qin Rourou: “You self-detonate for Mother to see.”

Qin Rourou covered her face, tears streaming from her eyes.

Han Bingbing hugged her dearly: “Xiaorou, don’t worry, as long as I bear him a son, Mother will commit suicide.”

Qin Rourou turned her face away.

She would be a fool to believe Han Bingbing’s nonsense.

She was clearly afraid of death, yet she spoke so righteously.

Cao Nie watched this scene with interest, then looked at Qin Rourou: “Your turn, do you agree?”

Qin Rourou remained silent, her stubborn gaze saying it all.

“Slap.”

Han Bingbing covered her highly swollen cheek, questioning incollapse: “I’ve already agreed, why are you still hitting?”

Cao Nie revealed a benevolent smile: “You forgot, your agreement means your daughter doesn’t have to suffer.”

“Only if your daughter agrees can you be spared suffering.”

Han Bingbing was stunned for a moment, then looked pleadingly at Qin Rourou.

“Xiaorou, for Mother’s sake, please agree.”

Qin Rourou turned her head and glared at Han Bingbing: “From today onward, we sever our mother-daughter relationship.”

With that, she raised her hand and used spiritual energy to cut off a strand of hair.

Han Bingbing was struck as if by lightning, slumping to the ground.

Cao Nie acted as if he hadn’t heard, continuing to press Qin Rourou: “Do you agree?”

The girl stubbornly pursed her lips.

“Slap.”

Another heavy slap landed on Han Bingbing’s face.

Han Bingbing cried out in despair: “Are you finished or not?!”

Cao Nie ignored her, continuing to carry out the next steps.

After a full hundred slaps.

Han Bingbing lay sprawled on the ground, her breath barely discernible.

“Since you’re unwilling to speak, then so be it.”

Cao Nie suddenly stood up, and a gleaming broadsword appeared out of thin air.

The bright blade reflected Han Bingbing’s bloodied face and Qin Rourou’s still stubborn eyes.

The moment the blade’s light swept across Qin Rourou’s pupils, the stubbornness in her eyes finally loosened a tiny bit.

Cao Nie raised the broadsword high: “Last chance, do you agree?”

Qin Rourou stared intently at the blade, her eyelids twitching uncontrollably.

“Swish.”

The blade cut through the air, heading straight for Han Bingbing’s throat.

“I agree.”

The instant the blade touched her skin, Qin Rourou finally broke down and cried out, two lines of clear tears tracing down her stubborn face.

Cao Nie flipped his wrist, and the blade grazed Han Bingbing’s neck, only cutting off a few loose strands of hair.

Han Bingbing’s previously tense body relaxed.

Finally, she didn’t have to die.

Cao Nie put away the broadsword.

He scrutinized the two from above, a meaningful curve forming on the corner of his lips.

“Since you’ve agreed, let’s get down to business.”

He unfastened his jade belt unhurriedly.

Han Bingbing struggled to prop herself up, her trembling fingers grasping Qin Rourou’s sleeve: “Xiaorou, I’m sorry.”

Qin Rourou shook off her hand, her eyes filled with a mix of humiliation and resolve: “Don’t touch me. From the moment you succumbed, I ceased to be your daughter.”

Cao Nie raised his hand and waved, and the power of gods and demons surged forth, restoring their faces.

At the same time, two chains of gods and demons appeared out of thin air, trapping them and dragging them towards the large bed, binding them to it.

He flicked his fingertip, and Han Bingbing’s red dress instantly turned into fragments, revealing the lotus pattern on her chest.

Qin Rourou suddenly struggled violently: “Stop, whatever you want to do, do it to me, let my mother go.”

Cao Nie walked towards Qin Rourou: “Didn’t you sever ties with her? Yet you still care for her so much.”

Seeing this, Han Bingbing struggled: “Bastard, let Xiaorou go, if you have the guts, come at me first.”

Cao Nie chuckled upon hearing this: “What’s the rush? One by one.”

Early the next morning.

As the first ray of sunlight pierced through the clouds and shone into the room.

Cao Nie straightened his clothes and walked out of the house with his hands behind his back.

On the large bed behind him, Qin Rourou was curled up in the corner, her eyes staring blankly ahead.

Slowly, her gaze began to focus, looking worriedly at Han Bingbing.

When she saw Han Bingbing’s slightly narrowed eyes and the look of enjoyment on her face, she was struck as if by lightning, her worried expression instantly freezing.

It seemed Han Bingbing sensed Qin Rourou’s gaze.

Han Bingbing suddenly opened her eyes, and their gazes met, the enjoyment on her face instantly vanishing without a trace.

“Uh, Xiaorou, listen to my explanation, it’s absolutely not what you saw.”

Qin Rourou was so angry she laughed, tears uncontrollably streaming down her face.

“Explain what? Explain how you enjoyed yourself under the man who killed your husband?”

Han Bingbing was so flustered she spoke incoherently: “It’s not what you saw, it’s all his fault, he used evil magic.”

“Evil magic.” Qin Rourou sneered, curling her lips: “Is it the evil magic that made you ecstatic?”

Han Bingbing’s face turned red and then white.

She truly wasn’t that kind of person.

Qin Rourou suddenly screamed hysterically: “My father’s body is barely cold, and you’re so impatient to….”

“What about you?” Han Bingbing suddenly retorted: “Who was screaming the loudest just now?”

Qin Rourou’s face instantly flushed crimson: “I… can that be the same?”

“Putting facts aside.” Han Bingbing smoothed her disheveled hair: “Even when your father was alive, he never made me so….”

Qin Rourou’s chest heaved with anger.

Could her mother actually say such words?

Han Bingbing continued: “Anyway, your father is already dead, it’s better to….”

“Slap.”

A loud slap interrupted Han Bingbing’s words.

“This slap is for Father.” Qin Rourou’s hand was trembling.

Han Bingbing covered her stinging cheek, and angrily slapped her back.

“Qin Rourou, are you rebelling? You even dare to hit me.”

“Slap.”

Qin Rourou’s slap was even harder: “You hussy, shouldn’t you be hit? This is only once, and you’ve already surrendered your heart. Do you have no shame?!”

Han Bingbing rushed forward, and the two quickly began to wrestle.

“You say I have no shame, but isn’t it your father’s fault for being useless?”

“Finally admitted it, you’re just cheap.”

“So what? I just like your father’s killer.”

“Hussy, I’ll send you to see Father right now.”

“Come on then, let’s see who dies first.”