That Stupid, Pretentious Young Master Deserves To Be Punished

Shen Jiayu never expected Si Xuan’s method of revenge to be so unique. He found himself trapped by Si Xuan’s side for life, suffering through both physical and emotional torture.

Twenty-year-old Si Xuan was once treated like a dog by Shen Jiayu. At that time, Jiayu was the high and mighty young master of the Shen family, relying on his wealth to act recklessly. He harbored a deep hatred for this poor boy who appeared suddenly, viewing him as a threat because the newcomer had stolen his business contract and his ideal love interest, his white moonlight. The arrogant young master tormented Si Xuan mercilessly, leaving him utterly humiliated. They remained mortal enemies for six years and rivals for love for four. Si Xuan’s fate seemed set in stone.

However, everything changed for twenty-six-year-old Shen Jiayu. He discovered he was not his parents’ biological son, but a usurper and a fake young master. The true heir to the Shen family was none other than his mortal enemy, Si Xuan.

Overnight, Jiayu lost everything. The white moonlight he had pursued for four years was set to marry another. His childhood sweetheart conspired with the white moonlight to bankrupt him, leaving him millions in debt. To make matters worse, his biological mother, whom he had finally found, died in his arms. Devastated and filled with despair, Shen Jiayu attempted suicide.

Fate, however, seemed determined to punish him for the misdeeds of his past. He survived, only to fall directly into the hands of his enemy. Jiayu knew his future was grim. He expected Si Xuan to take revenge, but he never anticipated what form that revenge would take. He wondered why he had been brought to a mysterious mountain stronghold and why the retaliation was happening in the bedroom.

Si Xuan smirked. “Wife, were you not looking forward to me humiliating you? Let us go to bed. I have 108 ways to humiliate you, and I will make you crave more.”

Jiayu screamed for him to stay away, but soon his body began to react in strange ways. He had an inexplicable connection to that mysterious village, where filthy creatures constantly spied on him.

Si Xuan smiled. “Wife, your surname is Si, and your name is Si Jiayu. You were born to take your husband’s surname and you were born to belong to this village. As for me, I was born to belong to you.”

Later, the eldest brother of the Shen family attempted to take Jiayu away, nearly beating Shen Si Xuan to death in the process. As Jiayu watched Si Xuan lying on the ground covered in blood, he heard him whisper, “Wife, even if I die, I will haunt you as a ghost.”

Jiayu felt a chill run down his spine.

Chapter 1

The rain lashed against the windows of the hospital room, a cold, relentless rhythm that mirrored the hollow ache in Shen Jiayu’s chest. He lay motionless on the sterile bed, his eyes fixed on the ceiling as the hum of the machines served as his only company.

Just days ago, he had been the pride of the Shen family, a man whose word carried weight in every boardroom. Now, he was nothing more than a shell. The news of his parentage had shattered his world, and the betrayal by those he once trusted had left him destitute. His mother was gone, his fortune had vanished, and the man he had spent his life tormenting stood at the pinnacle of power, ready to claim everything that was once rightfully his.

The heavy door creaked open, the sound cutting through the quiet room like a blade. Shen Jiayu did not need to turn his head to know who had arrived. The air in the room grew heavy, charged with a familiar, suffocating intensity that he had spent years trying to escape.

Si Xuan stepped into the light, his presence commanding and dark. He stood at the foot of the bed, his gaze lingering on Jiayu’s pale, defeated features with an unreadable expression. The power dynamic that had once defined their relationship had been violently upended. There was no mockery in Si Xuan’s eyes, only a cold, possessive hunger that made Jiayu’s skin crawl.

“You thought you could leave this world without my permission?” Si Xuan asked, his voice low and vibrating with a dangerous calm. He moved closer, leaning over the bed until his face was inches from Jiayu’s. “You have debts to pay, Jiayu. And you will not be going anywhere until I have collected every single one.”