CHAPTER 812: CHAPTER 813: EACH OF THEIR OWN ENDS 2

Aside from Fafa’s former prestige, there wasn’t the slightest hint of threat.

During meals, faced with a table full of rural vegetables that lacked any appeal, he once again flipped the table and threw the bowls.

"Is this food for humans?! Even pigs wouldn’t eat this!"

There wasn’t even a single dish with pork, all were plain vegetables.

Did they take him for a monk who had forsaken all worldly desires?

The servant remained expressionless, "Master, pigs eat wild vegetables and wild grass, these are all cultivated green vegetables, pigs wouldn’t even get a chance to eat these."

Meaning, he was eating better than pigs.

Gu Hai’s face turned red with anger, and he raised his cane high to strike him.

But the servant dodged quickly, causing Gu Hai to miss and almost fall to the ground.

"You’re driving me mad! Do you dare to compare me to a pig? Do you even regard me? You’re just a lowly servant, how dare you defy me!"

The servant glanced at two maidservants, and they stepped forward to clean up the mess on the ground, not bringing any new dishes.

"Master, if you don’t want to eat, so be it. But the next meal won’t be served until five hours later; I hope you can endure the hunger until then." After saying that, he too retreated.

Did he mean to starve him for this meal, not giving him anything to eat?

For decades, Gu Hai had wielded power and authority; when had he ever suffered such humiliation? Even a servant was bullying him!

He knew that this was all instructed by Gu Yixuan.

He wanted him to live a suffocating life here, to torture him to death! To make him die of fury!

"Bastard, damn bastard, you’re infuriating me!" In a fit of rage, Gu Hai smashed everything in the house that he could.

Soon he discovered that anything he broke would not be replaced with new ones.

He shattered all the teacups, forcing him to drink tea from a bowl from then on...

As for the taste in tea, it had long become unimportant.

Moreover, they didn’t give him meat, making him have to rear fish in the backyard pond himself, just to get a taste of meat...

Many, many years later, there was no longer a fiery-tempered noble old man in the old Gu family residence, only a fiery-tempered rural old man.

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Similarly, on a remote tropical island, Gao Meiru was also living a stifling life.

No, it was suffering, a suffering worse than death.