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In her quest for revenge against her daughter, she smashed her fingers with a hammer, sewed her mouth shut with thread, and even force-fed her boiling hot oil.
Her gaze was filled with endless malice; no matter how desperately her daughter struggled, how hoarsely she begged for mercy, or how heartbreakingly she cried, she remained deaf to it all.
She simply stared at her daughter with a cold, piercing look that seemed capable of penetrating the soul. Just one glance could terrify her daughter to the point of losing control. Even ten Madam Rongs would feel ashamed in her presence and would call themselves juniors.
It was hard to tell whether to feel sorrow or relief, for such a painful existence did not last long.
The young girl finally left this world, which she should never have entered, in terror and despair, leaving behind the unfinished words "I'm so hungry."
Yet even this could not awaken a shred of conscience within her.
Seven years later, she personally dug up her daughter's grave and crushed every bone into dust.
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Incident Occurrence Date: March 2, 1993.
Incident Occurrence Location: Xining, Qinghai Province.
That night, the young girl Xiaoli curled up in her corner of the home, sniffing the enticing aroma of meat wafting from the kitchen.
Starving, Xiaoli swallowed hard repeatedly as tears of frustration streamed down her cheeks like pearls from a broken string. At nearly six years old, she had never truly filled her belly; she had only tasted bits of pork during the New Year celebrations.
Seeing her mother go to the bathroom, Xiaoli could no longer hold back. She cautiously sneaked into the kitchen, her eyes fixed on the meat scraps in the pot. With trembling hands, she carefully scooped up a piece with a spoon and eagerly brought it to her mouth.
However, at that moment, an unexpected scene unfolded. Just as Xiaoli was about to take a bite, a large hand suddenly knocked the meat scrap and the spoon from her grasp, sending them crashing to the floor.
Immediately after, her hair was roughly yanked by a giant hand. Yan Zhiyun dragged her like a rag doll and slammed her head hard against the wall, producing a loud thud as Xiaoli's body shook violently from the impact.
It turned out that Xiaoli's mother, who had just gone to the bathroom, had returned and caught her daughter stealing food. Without saying a word, she unleashed a brutal combination of punches.
What was heartbreaking was that terrified Xiaoli didn’t make a sound. This level of beating had long become routine for her. Years of experience told her that if she cried out, her mother would only hit harder.
Yet this time, it seemed that her mother had no intention of letting her off easily.
In a fit of rage, Yan Zhiyun suddenly clamped Xiaoli's body tightly between her thighs. With one hand like a vice, she pried open Xiaoli's mouth while the other hand quickly grabbed a spoonful of scalding hot oil and poured it into her mouth without hesitation. The intense pain caused Xiaoli, who rarely cried out, to scream in agony. The hot oil mixed with blood dripped onto the floor as she struggled desperately, her body writhing and feet kicking wildly.
The cruelty of the entire process was shocking; even horror films wouldn’t dare depict such brutality.
What was even more infuriating was that Yan Zhiyun had no intention of taking Xiaoli to the hospital for treatment. Instead, she sat at the dining table with her son, chewing meat heartily.
Poor Xiaoli endured excruciating pain as she clumsily approached her mother with her small bowl in hand, stumbling as she pleaded with a charred little mouth, "Good mommy, Xiaoli is so hungry; I want to eat."
It was unimaginable how long it had been since the child had eaten anything. Even after such abuse, she still thought of wanting just one bite of food. Yet Yan Zhiyun didn’t even glance at Xiaoli or acknowledge her plea; she continued eating as if she hadn’t heard anything.
With no other choice, Xiaoli slowly retreated to her corner, squatting on the ground and watching helplessly as her mother and brother ate. She gently touched her bloodied lips with her dirty little hands while tears of grievance rolled down her cheeks.
She couldn't understand why her brother could eat meat while she had to starve. Even more puzzling was why her mother treated her this way. Was it a deliberate cruelty meant to ensure she wouldn't survive?
What was shocking was that Yan Zhiyun then committed an act devoid of humanity.
She fetched a piece of thin thread and, using a needle, sewed four stitches across Xiaoli's mouth. Xiaoli's eyes widened in terror as she struggled desperately, her body trembling like a leaf in the wind, but Yan Zhiyun ignored her completely. There were no sterilization measures taken, let alone any anesthesia.
After doing this, Yan Zhiyun was still unsatisfied and brought out a washboard, forcing Xiaoli to kneel on it.
At this point, poor Xiaoli's shirt was soaked with blood, but with her mouth sewn shut, she couldn't make any pleas for mercy, only muffled whimpers escaped her lips.
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