After a long while of pondering, Wan Jia finally spoke. "Sis Lihua, I have a friend who is undergoing a phase of confusion. Can you help me hypothetically answer some of her questions?"

Lin Lihua knew it was for her and not for a friend so she looked at her seriously. "Sure. This big sister will use all my lifetime knowledge to advice your friend."

Wan Jia avoided her gaze. "My friend has a friend whose father is not really as good as he seems, and my friend knows it. Should she tell her the truth?"

Lin Lihua squinted her eyes. "Wait, I'm lost. Whose father is bad?"

Wan Jia scratched her head before deciding to use pseudonyms. "My friend W has a friend called X. W witnessed X's father commiting some unbearable crimes. But X thinks her father is an angel straight from heaven although lately she may have...encountered some situations that made her doubtful of her father. Do you think it's the right time for W to tell X the truth?" She killed 50% of her braincells to frame it this way.

Lin Lihua instantly mentally filled in the blanks. Wan Jia was wondering whether she should tell Yun Xuan about her father...

"Did X's father hurt your friend?" she asked. Since Wan Jia was using an anonymous identity, she would probably tell her if General Yun bullied her.

If that man bullied her sister, she would rip off his skin!

Wan Jia looked up at Lin Lihua and thought back, feeling her body shudder in fear. She shook her head. "Superficial threats at the most."

Although she called it superficial threats, she was the only one who knew that they were not as superficial as she made them sound.

Maybe it would have been better if he threatened her. What he did was way worse.

===

It happened when Wan Jia was still living in the Yun mansion after divorcing Lu Aotian.

That night, Wan Jia was unable to sleep thinking about how he had made her leave her beloved just to escape his schemes.

She made up the excuse of 'being unable to sleep and finding her father for a chat' and silently went towards his study.

This was just an excuse, her main reason was to try her luck looking around. Maybe she could stumble upon something helpful in finding answers to her numerous questions.

Little did she know that she would not find what she was looking for; she would stumble upon something worse....

The door to the study room was slightly open. She peered from the little space, then her jaw dropped.

General Yun sat on the sofa in the study room with a murderous expression as a sturdy man at the side whipped a young girl. She had her mouth closed with tape and could only cry with muffled voices. She looked like a high school student in her mid teens. Her mother knelt at General Yun's feet begging him to let off her daughter.

From their conversation, Wan Jia found out that the woman was General Yun's mistress, but she had a child with another man.

Wan Jia had stood on the same spot for too long so she shifted her body. The devil really seemed to have a grudge against her. She accidentally knocked her knee on the door, startling the people inside.

When the man found out that she was peering through the door, he pulled her into the room, throwing her onto the floor. Wan Jia felt her heart leave her body as she subconciously protected her belly. Luckily he did not use too much force, or else the unborn Little Jia would have been lost on that night.

She had thought that the maniac Yun would kill her...but he did not. He roared at her "Why are you peering? What do you want to see? Since you want to watch so much, sit here and watch!"

Then he ordered the man beside him to finish off the mother and daughter.

Wan Jia watched with her own shocked eyes as the man cut into the flesh of the young girl, cutting her veins and letting her bleed out to death amidst her mother's wails, then the mother was also murdered in an identical way.

"What did you see?" he asked Wan Jia when the two bodies were carried out of his study.

Wan Jia knew her life hung on a thin thread. She could only pretend to be unbothered. "That woman betrayed you, so you punished her. Who dares to cheat on my dad? You should have used more torturous ways."

That was the worst, most hurtful thing that had ever come out of her mouth. She remembered hating herself for that one statement and feeling guilty for years.

Psychological torture. It was way worse than a physical threat.

===

If Lin Lihua had not already been told that that man was evil, perhaps she would believe it when Wan Jia said 'her friend W' was not hurt.

She just knew the situation too well. The fact that her little sister was still alive meant she had been hurt at least several times.

But she played along. "It's hard to say if your friend was not hurt. Are you sure? She may have been too scared to tell you everything."

How could she not have noticed Wan Jia's lost look?

Wan Jia was still unwilling to share that experience with anyone, even with a pseudonym identity. "Why don't we talk about both scenarios then?"