In the blink of an eye, he raised his arm high.

With a whooshing sound, the carrying pole slammed down on Su Qingzhi!

"Qingzhi, be careful!!"

A startled cry pierced the air.

It turned out that Shen Cunpu had seen this and hurriedly shouted.

At the critical moment, he mustered all his strength and shoved Su Qingzhi away from him.

Su Qingzhi tilted and fell heavily onto the muddy ground.

Before he could even get up, he watched helplessly as Shen Zhiyu, whose emotions had completely spiraled out of control, once again raised the carrying pole and used all his strength to smash it down on his brother!

"Bang--!"

The heavy, deafening sound of the blows was deafening.

The dull thud of the wooden stick hitting a person immediately echoed throughout the courtyard.

"cough……!"

Accompanied by a cough, a spurt of blood gushed from Shen Cunpu's mouth.

Shen Cunpu, who was already thin, was hit hard by this blow and immediately opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood.

He fell heavily onto the muddy ground with a muffled groan.

Zhu Xiuqin, who was standing next to her, opened her mouth as if to scream.

But the sound seemed stuck in his throat, unable to come out.

All he could do was stare wide-eyed in terror at the scene before him.

At this moment, Shen Zhiyu was still holding the carrying pole high, his hand frozen in mid-air, his eyes wide with astonishment.

The entire courtyard fell eerily quiet in an instant.

Only Shen Cunpu remained, breathing heavily and intermittently.

His breath carried a faint smell of blood.

Su Qingzhi, who was standing not far away, stared wide-eyed at the bloodstain on the ground.

The next second, she rushed over without hesitation and helped Shen Cunpu, who had already fallen.

"Are you alright? Wake up!"

"Cough cough! No...it's nothing."

Shen Cunpu coughed and gasped for breath, his words coming out in broken sentences, stuck in his throat.

"Don't scare my husband..."

Su Qingzhi held his thin body tightly, tears streaming down her face like broken beads.

She knew better than anyone that everything that happened today was because of her!

The man had already worked a long, arduous day, doing manual labor, and was utterly exhausted.

His face was deathly pale, almost devoid of any color.

He shook his head with difficulty.

She then raised her trembling hand and slowly wiped away the tears that had fallen from Su Qingzhi's face, saying softly, "I...I'm okay. Don't be afraid, don't cry."

Seeing this scene, Shen Zhiyu, who was standing next to him, spoke up awkwardly.

"Brother, I didn't mean to. Um... it was just a moment, it's not like I'll die, why make it so dramatic?"

Finally recovering, Shen Zhiyu's face darkened, a cold smile appeared on his lips, and he raised his head to stare at the person in front of him.

Zhu Xiuqin then dusted herself off and slowly stood up from the ground.

"Zhiyu really went a bit too far just now. Boss, you should go back and rest first, and don't forget to teach your wife a lesson later."

Su Qingzhi had always known that the mother and son were unreasonable and domineering, but she never expected them to be so shameless!

How dare she hit her husband?

In her past life, she was a senior butler at a resort, overseeing hundreds of employees.

Even the most difficult people can be tamed and subdued.

When training horses, she even broke several whips.

The more I thought about it, the more my blood boiled, and I made up my mind that I could no longer endure it!

Thinking this, she subconsciously touched her pocket and found that familiar bulging feeling was still there.

She gently pulled the object out of her pocket, feeling the familiar sensation in her palm.

It was a long riding whip, lying quietly in her hand.

The leather surface is smooth yet extremely tough.

The very same one she wore close to her body when she was inspecting the horse farm and personally training horses at the seaside resort was her prized "weapon".

"Honey, you rest here for a bit, I'll go teach them a lesson about family discipline."

After saying that, Su Qingzhi helped Shen Cunpu to a stone bench in the courtyard.

He then stood up, gripped the riding whip tightly, and gave it a sharp jerk.

"Smack!"

Su Qingzhi took a step and walked towards Shen Zhiyu.

The once arrogant Shen Zhiyu was now stunned by this aura and stood there dumbfounded for a few seconds.

Seeing the other person's angry face, and that he was even carrying a horsewhip and heading straight for him.

He couldn't help but gasp, his face turned slightly pale, and he instinctively took two steps back, his voice trembling.

"What...what are you trying to do?"

Zhu Xiuqin rushed forward, pushed aside the person standing in front of her, and stood behind her son, Shen Zhiyu.

"Son, don't be afraid! She's just a woman, where would she get the strength? You can hold her down with just one finger."

She said these words to reassure her somewhat flustered son.

However, her eyes were fixed on Su Qingzhi's hand.

He was clearly gripping a whip in his hand.

Where did this thing come from?

It looks like a long cowhide whip used for hunting livestock!

That thing really hurts when it hits someone!

Moreover, and most importantly, this was a fine whip that Zhu Xiuqin had never seen before.

The workmanship is exquisite and the material is hard; it is clearly an old item.

"Smack!"

The sharp crack of the whip rang out again.

Before anyone could react, a whip lashed hard across Shen Zhiyu's wrist as he was about to pick up the carrying pole!

The blow was so powerful that Shen Zhiyu screamed in pain.

My dear reader, there's more to this chapter! Please click the next page to continue reading—even more exciting content awaits!