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Da Shewan watched as Pig's Feet led a few people upstairs, his expression darkening instantly. The sound that Grandpa had just made filled him with unbearable shame, and the fat on his body began to tremble with anger. His gaze turned cold, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, revealing a hint of cruelty.
He slowly walked toward the kitchen, his steps heavy and slow, as if each one carried endless fury. Upon entering the kitchen, he opened the refrigerator and took out a bento box that had been frozen for several days. He roughly tore open the packaging, revealing food that had become dry and tasteless. Da Shewan stared coldly at the bento, a malicious glint flashing in his eyes.
"Damn it... that old fool made me lose face in front of everyone..." he muttered under his breath, his tone filled with anger and hatred. As he slammed the bento box with force, he hissed softly, "If Haohao ends up hating me because of this..."
Da Shewan's eyes were filled with a venomous fire; his fists clenched tightly, knuckles turning white as if he were about to explode at any moment. He could not tolerate anyone disrupting his meticulously crafted plans, nor could he accept Haohao's disdain for him. All of this filled him with immense rage and despair; he had to control everything at all costs.
Taking a deep breath, he tried to calm himself down before placing the bento in the microwave to heat it up. Da Shewan forced himself to restore that amiable facade, preparing to serve this cold meal to Grandpa. He knew he couldn't let anyone discover his true feelings and intentions; everything had to appear normal on the surface.
The hum of the microwave echoed in the kitchen as Da Shewan's gaze remained icy and sinister. He silently vowed that no matter what, he would not allow Grandpa or anyone else to ruin his plans. He would ensure that Haohao trusted and relied on him at all costs.
Once the bento was heated, Da Shewan took it out and walked toward Grandpa's room with the food in hand. A false smile adorned his face, but the chill in his eyes was unsettling. At that moment, deeper schemes and calculations began brewing within him.
Da Shewan pushed open Grandpa's door, and the atmosphere in the room instantly grew tense. Grandpa sat in a wheelchair; upon seeing only Da Shewan enter, a flicker of fear and unease crossed his eyes. His body involuntarily trembled as if wanting to escape, but helplessly, his legs could not move.
With a beaming smile plastered on his face, Da Shewan slowly stepped into the room and quietly pressed the door's lock button. With a click, the door locked shut, sealing the entire room like an unescapable cage. Grandpa's body shook from extreme tension, his eyes filled with despair and signals for help.
Holding a bento that had begun to emit a foul odor, Da Shewan walked step by step toward Grandpa and smiled as he asked, "Grandpa, are you hungry?"
His tone was gentle, and he wore a friendly smile; however, malice lurked behind his cold gaze. Grandpa attempted to speak but could only produce muffled sounds due to his disability, his eyes brimming with pleading and fear.
Da Shewan seemed oblivious to Grandpa's pain and terror as he placed the bento in front of him. With one hand, he slowly opened the bento box; inside lay food that had turned dry and tasteless, exuding a sour stench. He picked up a pair of chopsticks and lifted a piece of cold meat close to Grandpa's mouth while smiling softly, saying, "Come on, eat up; this is dinner I specially prepared for you."
Grandpa's body trembled even more violently as he struggled to turn his head away, trying to evade Da Shewan's hand, but the constraints of the wheelchair left him no escape. Da Shewan's smile grew colder as he forcefully brought the food closer to Grandpa's mouth, compelling him to open it.
"Eat, Grandpa, or you'll go hungry," Da Shewan whispered, his tone laced with an undeniable threat.
With no choice, Grandpa opened his mouth, tears glistening in his eyes as he trembled while holding the food. He painfully chewed the unpalatable morsels, filled with despair and helplessness. Da Shewan watched him with a smirk of satisfaction, relishing the feeling of control he wielded.
In the room, only Grandpa's helpless groans and Da Shewan's chilling laughter echoed, amplifying all fear and pain within that confined space.
Da Shewan's icy gaze locked onto Grandpa's eyes as he observed him struggling to chew the sour, rotten meat. The corners of his mouth curled into a cruel smile as he softly said, "It's already generous of me to give you something to eat... You better swallow it quickly."
Fear and despair filled Grandpa's eyes as his body shook under Da Shewan's threats. As Da Shewan spoke, he reached out to pat Grandpa's bald head—a gesture he often performed in his videos to project an image of filial piety and gratitude. However, at this moment, his touch was laden with menace and force, devoid of any warmth. Grandpa's frail body trembled violently under Da Shewan's rough handling, intensifying his discomfort and suffering.
Da Shewan's hand rubbed back and forth over Grandpa's head with a brutal disdain that further burdened him. Grandpa struggled to escape but found himself unable to resist; all he could do was endure this torment helplessly. His eyes brimmed with fear and despair, tears welling up painfully.
"Do you know?" Da Shewan continued, his tone dripping with mockery and threat. "In my videos, when I treat you like this, everyone thinks I'm a dutiful grandson. But in reality, you're just a prop for my display."
With increased pressure on Grandpa's head, his body shook violently under Da Shewan's control. Leaning down, Da Shewan stared into Grandpa's desperate eyes, his smile growing ever colder. He reveled in this complete domination over everything, indifferent to Grandpa's suffering.
"Seeing you in such a pitiful state really amuses me," Da Shewan said softly, filled with sadistic pleasure. "You're nothing but a useless old fool; I give you food, and you should be grateful."
Despair flickered in Grandpa's eyes as he painfully chewed the food in his mouth, overwhelmed by helplessness and sorrow. He knew there was no escape from this hellish situation; all he could do was silently endure Da Shewan's torment and humiliation. Each bite felt like a knife cutting into his heart, causing him immense pain.
Da Shewan continued to rub roughly at Grandpa’s head, his smile growing more smug. He enjoyed this complete sense of control while remaining utterly indifferent to Grandpa’s agony. In that moment, the room resonated only with Da Shewan’s chilling laughter and Grandpa’s helpless groans, saturated with oppression and fear.
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