Upon hearing this, Madam Xie chuckled.

“What does it matter whether there are men in the family or not?” Xie clenched her fist. “We’re not people who can be bullied.”

Upon hearing this, Huang Lao Er immediately thought of his own mother's fierceness in wielding a knife and killing people, and silently swallowed the words he was about to say.

“Alright, we’ll go and guard Qingfeng Temple,” Old Huang said, still worried. “You guys keep a close eye on things.”

"Yes, don't worry!"

After saying this, the family members went back to their rooms.

The following day, the overnight rain was swept away, and the fresh air made people feel refreshed, but not Han Yi.

Han Qi was exceptionally excited today. He got up before dawn, put on his newly made clothes, wore his newly bought jade pendant, and even gave himself a facial. He looked very refreshed.

Those who know him understand that he accompanied his son to apologize, but those who don't might think he went on a blind date.

"Where is the young master?" Han Qi asked, suppressing his excitement. "Why isn't he up yet? How can you be so insincere? Haven't you realized your mistake?"

He couldn't wait to get to the Huang family's house in a flash.

After being locked up for so many days, I finally got to go out. I feel like I can fly.

As for his son's act of apologizing, what does that have to do with me? It's not like I did anything wrong. If all else fails, I'll just clean house for the old man.

“Master, it’s still early,” Han Yi said helplessly. “Even if the young master gets up, it won’t make a difference; the Huang family hasn’t opened their doors yet.”

“That makes sense,” Han Qi thought. “Disturbing people’s sleep early in the morning is likely to get you struck by lightning. Let’s wait a little longer, and set off after another incense stick’s time. We’ll arrive at Huangjiakou around 7 a.m.

"I've packed my things. The gifts that Master asked me to prepare were all ready yesterday, and we can leave at any time."

"That's good," Han Qi nodded, sat down to drink tea, and after taking a sip, frowned and said, "Go and urge the young master. If he dawdles like this, what if we're late in setting off?"

"Alright, I'll go and urge them."

Upon hearing Han Yi's purpose, Han Yi was speechless. "Han Yun, do you think the master wants me to apologize with thorns on my back because he thinks I've made a big mistake, or does he want to go to the Huang family himself?"

He now has serious doubts about this issue.

What I heard yesterday seemed reasonable at first, but the more I thought about it, the more something felt off.

Han Yi felt that the old man was so angry not because he had tricked people, but because he had ruined his relationship with the Huang family.

Even if you consider yourself a businessman with principles, you're bound to do things that wrong others occasionally. The business world is full of pitfalls and bumps; if you were truly honest and upright, you would have been devoured long ago.

However, his own father had never reacted so strongly before.

Perhaps "no reaction at all" would be a more appropriate description.

In short, as long as he doesn't lose any money, that's fine. He doesn't care at all how his son messes around outside, which is completely the opposite of this time.

Upon hearing this, Han Yun also felt that his young master had spoken the truth.

Looking at Han Yi's slightly darkened face, she didn't dare to tell the truth, "Perhaps, it's a combination of both."

“Sure enough,” Han Yi said through gritted teeth, “I knew the old man was never reliable.”

He was so moved that he couldn't sleep all night yesterday.

If I trust this old man again, I'll be a fool.

"Young Master," Han Yun whispered, "Whatever the Master's thoughts are, what he said makes a lot of sense. You, you should try to think more positively."

Han Yun felt that he would probably feel heartbroken if he were in that situation.

But there's no other way but to accept your fate; you can't exactly get a different father.

“What else can we do?” Han Yi said through gritted teeth. “Who told me to have such a father? If I wait too long to wash my face with a basin of water, he’ll start making a fuss again.”

After saying that, Han Yi washed up as quickly as possible.

Within a short time, get ready to see Han Qi.

"You've arrived," Han Qi said, pointing to the brambles on the ground. "Han Er and Han San, tie the young master up. We'll be leaving in a bit."

"Father," Han Yi asked incredulously, "Do we really have to tie thorny branches around it?"

It's not that I think it's excessive, but I was beaten yesterday and then pricked by thorns this morning. After two such incidents, I won't be able to see anyone for at least three to five days.

Unfortunately, I've been very busy these past few days and can't stay home.

“Of course,” Han Qi said matter-of-factly, “How can it be called ‘bearing thorns to apologize’ if you don’t carry thorns on your back?”

"But I still need to go out these next few days."

"Go ahead and go, your father won't stop you."

Upon hearing this, Han Yi pursed his lips and stared intently at Han Qi.

He sensed a deep-seated malice.

I strongly suspect that the old man deliberately retaliated against me by locking him up at home for so many days.

"Master," Han Yun said weakly, "should we wait until we get to Huangjiakou to tie him up?"

It's just for show, and with clothes in between, there shouldn't be any problems.

"No way," Han Qi said, his face hardening as he reprimanded, "If you've done something wrong, you should act like you've done something wrong. If you're not even sincere in admitting your mistake, what are people supposed to think? Your family isn't so poor that we can't afford to eat. Do you think we'll starve to death if we don't go out for a few days?"

He felt that his son still hadn't realized his mistake.

Or perhaps the understanding is not deep enough.

"I'll carry you, I'll carry you," Han Yi said, giving in. "Han Er, come and tie me up."

"Don't worry, young master, I will tie it properly and will definitely not let it fall off halfway."

Although it prickled through his clothes, it wasn't as bad as he had imagined, and Han Qi finally breathed a sigh of relief.

But before he could completely relax, Han Qi continued, "Han San, keep an eye on the young master as he walks past."

"Walk over there?" Han Yi's face darkened immediately. "No, absolutely not."

He could accept the offer of apology with a bundle of thorns on his back, since he was in the wrong and should apologize, but he absolutely could not let himself become a laughing stock.

He can't bear the shame!

“Master,” Han Yun said, wrinkling his nose, “this won’t do, it will have too much of an impact.”

If word gets out, what will people think of the young master? How will he do business in the future?

"But it's a matter of life and death?"

“No,” Han Yi lowered his eyes, “but it’s not far off.”

He would never agree to such an unreasonable request, no matter what.

He can spend his whole life making up for past mistakes, but he won't sacrifice his future to atone for them.

“Since it’s not a matter of life and death, then we should do it.”

Han Qi's world is black and white, good or evil. If you make a mistake, you have to take responsibility, even if the consequences are terrible. He understands Han Yi's concerns, but he doesn't want to condone it.

He's ruthless when it comes to harming others, but when it comes to himself, he has all sorts of concerns. He only wants to reap the benefits without taking any risks. There's never been such a good thing before, and he wants to teach his son a lesson.

Business is full of twists and turns; people come and go for profit, gather and disperse for profit. Even the most honest person will have a mix of sincerity and calculation when doing business, which is why Han Qi never thought of inheriting the family business.

He didn't want his life to be surrounded by layers of hypocrisy, to the point where he couldn't even distinguish right from wrong.