Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 893: The Golden Chain-bound Rose, The Brand Regaining Freedom

Chapter 893: Chapter 893: The Golden Chain-bound Rose, The Brand Regaining Freedom

Falcon’s subordinates all turned around, and Ke Yiming sat back in front of the computer.

With trembling hands, he opened a video on the domestic forum of the "Black Mandala Network," which seemed to feature Hen Nianzhen.

They were able to find clues so quickly because the post had been one of the most popular on the forum over a decade ago.

The video in the post dated back more than ten years and was titled "The Caged Beauty of the East Being Raised."

There were more than a dozen posts with this title in the subtitles, and Ke Yiming started with the earliest release.

He clicked the mouse, and the video popped up.

The silent video unveiled a European-style interior from over a decade ago, filled with dark, oppressive decorations.

This scene unfolded before the eyes of Qin Ruan, Ke Yiming, Ke Zhibin, Gu Mingyan, and Falcon, as the five of them watched the video in dead silence.

The camera finished capturing the room’s unique décor and slowly moved towards a dark corner.

There, an object covered by a black cloth stood over three meters tall and took up an entire wall, which, given the hints in the title, wasn’t hard to guess what it was.

Suddenly, a hand with eerily white skin appeared in the frame, pinching a corner of the black cloth.

The person filming didn’t let the viewers wait agonizingly long.

The hand pulled hard, and a large golden cage under the black cloth appeared before everyone’s eyes.

A long-haired woman lay at a table in the corner of the golden cage, her body barely clothed and nearly naked, her fair skin covered in scars.

Hearing noise from behind, the woman slowly turned her head, revealing her true face.

"Auntie Hen!"

"Nianzhen!"

Upon seeing the woman’s face, Ke Zhibin and Ke Yiming exclaimed in shock.

Although they had anticipated something unpleasant, seeing this scene firsthand still profoundly shocked them.

Falcon and Gu Mingyan were also extremely surprised.

Hen Nianzhen was once a highly popular actress, and a dream lover in the hearts of many men.

In their youth, they too harbored unspeakable fantasies about Hen Nianzhen.

The video continued to film; the unseen person picked up a whip stained with blood hanging next to the golden cage.

"Snap!"

The whip struck the cage, but Hen Nianzhen, kneeling before the small table, showed no fear on her face.

She stood up willingly, walked to the front of the cage, and approached the person filming.

The person filming laughed, a delighted chuckle from a man.

The man holding the Golden Whip reached out to Hen Nianzhen, touching her chin with the handle of the whip, lifting her lovely and pitiful face.

"Baby, you’re so beautiful."

The man spoke in the pure Northern England language, with a proper accent, a genuine delight from his heart.

The footage that followed was indescribable.

The short ten-minute video made clear the process by which Hen Nianzhen came to be covered in scars.

With the vastness of the world, every person living on this planet is imperfect.

Everyone has their own preferences and styles, satisfying themselves through various means and channels.

Ke Yiming exited the video and, with trembling hands, clicked on the second to last video.

This video was shorter in duration, featuring Hen Nianzhen dressed in a classical dress from an earlier period in Northern England, with a tightly cinched waist and a widely flared skirt.

This was the fashion of the Noble Royal Family in ancient times, and its most beautiful part lay in the upper half.

Hen Nianzhen was beautiful in her own right, and she looked even more stunning dressed in a foreign noble’s attire.

Next, several videos were watched one after another, all showcasing the beautiful side of Hen Nianzhen, whether it was the beauty of her face or her figure, or displaying her body covered in bright bloodstains.

The man who had laid hands on her had never toyed with her body otherwise.

It wasn’t until the last video was played that the content changed.

Hen Nianzhen was in a huge golden cage, her eyes flickering with light, she spoke to someone outside the cage, "Sir, today is our last day together, I will remember your gracious help for the rest of my life."

An off-camera familiar male voice responded, "A beauty as obedient and lovely as you is hard to part with, releasing back to the sea, I have a feeling I will regret this in the future."

There was an indescribable regret mixed with a faint smile.

Hen Nianzhen stood in the cage, hearing this she leaned forward, her red lips pressing against the man’s hand, "You promised me," her tone indescribably affectionate.

"Yes, I always keep my word."

The man sighed softly, personally unlocking the golden lock of the golden cage, and let Hen Nianzhen out.

Hen Nianzhen stepped out of the cage, picked up a silk nightgown beside her, and draped it over her body, covering her scars.

A hand rested on Hen Nianzhen’s shoulder, massaging the scars there, the man’s gentle voice murmured like a lover, "Baby, I’ve fulfilled your request, are you also willing to pay an equivalent price?"

Hen Nianzhen’s expression flashed with oddity, a hint of rejection surfaced in her eyes, which quickly returned to normal under the man’s gaze.

She faced the camera, smiling and said, "Of course, it is my honor, sir."

No sooner had she spoken than the sound of the door being pushed open echoed from the video.

Several men dressed in black uniforms and wearing masks walked in, carrying various tools as if they saw nothing.

They placed the items on the dark marble table.

The man holding the filming equipment sat down on the sofa near the stone table, the camera focusing on Hen Nianzhen’s face.

"Baby, you know I’ve never had an instance of returning someone I’ve got my hands on, you are the first, and you will be the last."

The man’s deliberately lowered voice carried a reluctance.

A slight smile appeared on Hen Nianzhen’s face, a smile as if it had always been part of her face.

She expressed her gratitude to the unseen man, "Thank you for your leniency."

The camera wobbled slightly, the man’s voice deepened, "I will leave some marks on you as a token of my tender-heartedness."

Hen Nianzhen didn’t speak; she walked in front of the man, knelt on the intricately luxurious carpet, and leaned her upper body on the stone table.

Showed her acceptance through her actions.

A pair of hands landed on Hen Nianzhen’s head, the man commanded in a deep voice, "Begin."

The silent men in uniform that had walked into the room began to move.

Some tampered with the devices on the table, others prepared clean cloths, and still others held needles twinkling with silver light.

One of the men went behind Hen Nianzhen, slowly pulled down her expensive nightgown, and began tattooing her left shoulder with a tattoo device that seemed archaic compared to modern ones.

Ke Zhibin focused on the video, the basic outline of the tattoo on Hen Nianzhen’s shoulder emerged, feeling indescribably complex inside.

Having been married to Hen Nianzhen for many years, he was more than familiar with the tattoo on her shoulder.

It was a seductive and beautiful rose, trapped by golden chains and speckled with dewdrops.

They were both adults, and afterwards, he had once kissed the palm-sized tattoo on Hen Nianzhen’s left shoulder and asked her about the origin of the tattoo.

He remembered that at the time, she had said it was the brand of her regained freedom.