Little Wife's Diary: My Husband is My Boss!
Chapter 175: A Madman

Chapter 175: A Madman

WARNING!!! This Chapter contains scenes of torture and gore! Readers who feel uncomfortable with this should skip this Chapter!

The next moment, a mercenary brought a bucket of ice water and poured it on the old man’s face.

The moment the Ice water was poured on the old man, he woke up in shock. He gasped for air and shouted, "Let me go! I don’t know anything, please let me go!"

Hearing his voice, murderous intent flashed in Feng Zhexuan’s eyes. This was the sound that had given him countless nightmares and haunted his dreams for so many years.

Hatred and anger surged within him, almost suffocating him. Before the old man could continue to scream, he reached out and strangled the old man’s neck.

The old man felt someone suddenly pinched his neck, and his eyes widened with fear. His face turned red from lack of oxygen in less than a minute.

He looked at the handsome man in front of him with horror and asked, "W-who are you?"

When Feng Zhexuan heard this, his grip tightened, and he gritted his teeth, "How dare you ask me who I am? I have never forgotten what you and your wife did to me, even for one day."

"I have lived in this living hell for more than fifteen years! How dare you forget your sins and ask me who I am?!"

"What...do you...mean?" the old man asked with difficulty.

The veins in his head almost burst from the suffocation. He tried to struggle, but his hands and feet were tied and he couldn’t do anything. At this moment, he was like a fish on the cutting board, waiting to be slaughtered.

Feng Zhexuan stared at the old man for a long time and suddenly felt that he looked familiar. When the old man’s eyes turned white, he finally let him go.

The moment he released his neck, the old man gasped for breath and coughed violently, "Cough! Cough! Cough!"

Feng Zhexuan observed the old man and said, "Put him down."

The mercenaries were paid to carry out orders, so no one asked any questions, much to the old man’s dismay. The old man thought he finally had a chance to escape. But as soon as his feet touched the ground, the mercenaries pulled him up and tied him to a pillar.

Being tied up again, the old man struggled and said, "Who are you guys? Let me go!"

Feng Zhexuan looked at the old man and said nothing. The more he looked at him, the more he realized that he looked familiar.

"Zhexuan, what’s wrong?" Wei Zheming asked.

"Zheming, don’t you think this old man looks familiar?" Feng Zhexuan asked with a frown.

Wei Zheming was startled by his words and looked at the old man. Unfortunately, after looking at him for a long time, he still couldn’t think of anyone else who looked similar to the old man.

"I didn’t think he was familiar at all," he said.

"Is that so?" Feng Zhexuan said doubtfully.

He stood in front of the old man for half an hour before his eyes widened in surprise. He quickly took out his mobile phone and looked up photos of Xing Xiayan’s childhood.

The moment he saw the photo, he let out a low laugh, which sent shivers down the mercenaries’ spines.

He looked at the photos of Xing Xiayan before plastic surgery and saw the familiarity between her and the old man.

At this moment, the memories buried in his mind suddenly emerged. As if the fog that prevented him from recalling what happened that day dissipated, he could see the face of the little girl in front of him clearly.

Before he faints, he sees a pair of children watching from the entrance of the abandoned warehouse. One of the children is Xing Xiayan.

Even though he didn’t know how she could become his savior when she was the kidnapper’s daughter, he knew this must have something to do with Feng Bohai altering his memories!

Thinking of how kind he had been to the kidnapper’s daughter over the years, Feng Zhexuan felt hatred, disgust, and anger fill his heart and mind. He suddenly burst out laughing, like a madman.

"Feng Bohai, you are really good! I will make you pay for everything you have done to me and my parents!" he shouted angrily amidst his laughter.

His reddened eyes were filled with anger and murderous intent burned in his cold eyes. He gritted his teeth, his heart filled with hatred and desire for revenge.

Wei Zheming looked at his friend worriedly and wanted to ask him what was going on. But before he could speak, he saw his friend grab the old man’s hair.

Feng Zhexuan put the phone in front of the old man and asked, "Old bastard, do you want to know where your daughter is?"

After seeing the photo, the old man opened his eyes wide and said, "Please let my daughter go! I will tell you everything, please don’t hurt my daughter!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Zhexuan swung his arm and punched the old man’s abdomen hard with a loud sound. Judging from the sound, everyone knew how powerful this punch was.

The mercenaries looked at their boss’s slender body and raised their eyebrows. They never expected that a rich second-generation boy could actually fight and have such powerful strength.

Feng Zhexuan didn’t care what they were thinking and continued to beat the old man until he vomited his stomach acid.

After calming down, he grabbed the old man’s hair and forced him to look up.

"Tell me where you hid the evidence," he said coldly.

The old man coughed for a while and asked weakly, "What evidence? I don’t know what you are talking about."

Feng Zhexuan let out a chuckle and said, "You don’t know? Okay, I will help you remember it."

He turned around and said calmly, "Pull out all his nails."