Strict Wife Of The '70s Manages The Household

Chapter 452

Lin Lan, “Tell me, what was your Eldest Brother doing?”

“My Eldest Brother… I don’t know either,” Sanwang blinked his eyes, acting as if he really wasn’t lying.

His eyes were not as long and serious like his father’s and brother’s as they bore more similarities to Lin Lan’s big and round eyes. They were large eyes with slightly drooping corners, which were actually very beautiful to look at upon closer observation.

It’s just that he was more of a cute troublemaker with tanner skin and dark pupils. Most people would describe him as energetic, but no one would praise him for his beauty like they would towards Xiaowang.

Lin Lan smiled and rolled her eyes, but her gaze was threatening, “Little brother, what do you think your father doesn’t know? The Public Security Bureau always knows what the public is doing. Do you know that they would treat resistance with strictness but truth with openness?”

Sanwang couldn’t help shivering, “I know, the Public Security Bureau…there’s a poster of it on the wall,” This motto was often publicised on the radio, so it could be said that the concept was deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

“Then why won’t you admit it?” Lin Lan patted the pillow and stuffed it back to Sanwang, “Hold onto your pillow and truthfully admit it— where did your Eldest Brother go that day?”

Sanwang, “…Mom, I- I can’t be a traitor,” He felt that he could still struggle slightly.

Lin Lan snorted and rolled up her sleeves, “Do you want to use the Tiger Bench(4) method or force chilli water down your throat?!” She hit the kang again, “Speak!”

(T/N: An ancient Chinese torture method. The subject is tightly tied into an ‘L’ shape as if they’re sitting up on a hospital bed. Then, bricks would be placed under the balls of the subject’s feet, pulling the joints of the subject until they pass out or confess. Sometimes, this method is used along with other tortures)

Sanwang felt that he had to keep the secrets of the organisation. Even if he was tortured in every possible way, he would rather die than submit to confession.

He was moved to tears by his own loyalty, feeling that he had lived up to the organisation’s cultivation. However, when he felt a slight tinge of pain on his finger, he cried out in fright, “Mom, what are you doing?”

Lin Lan, “If you don’t confess, I’ll pull out your nails! When your father gets angry, your Eldest Brother will be punished and beaten. If you side with him, you’re going to get extra punishments as well!”

“Do you want to go through Tiger Benches, chilli water and nail-plucking processes?” Lin Lan grinned grimly, “We can stir-fry your backside, force you to copy a mountain of texts…or you can have some good meat!”

This method of coercion and lure confused Sanwang. Just like he was fooled by Dawang before, he immediately surrendered, “Don’t hit me, I’ll confess!”