Chapter 62 Go ahead and try.

Zhang Pengfei's lips trembled. Even now, he still couldn't believe that the gentle Chen Jingyang who used to call him "baby" with a smile every day had changed!

This wasn't the first time he had been punished by Chen Jingyang. On the contrary, he had been punished by Chen Jingyang many times before, but every time after the punishment, Chen Jingyang would fuss over him, massage him, apply medicine, and take great care of him.

Even if he were a stone, Chen Jingyang would warm him up.

However, while he became hot, Chen Jingyang turned cold and frigid, his whole being like a long sword forged from ten-thousand-year-old cold iron, leaving barren land and no grass growing wherever it passed!

Everything is different now. It's as if the Chen Jingyang of the past was a different person, or just a hallucination.

But thinking about it, it makes sense. Whether it's good or bad to him depends entirely on Chen Jingyang's wishes. That's the kind of treatment he deserves. It's just that he hadn't understood this principle before.

Chen Jingyang grabbed Zhang Pengfei by the hair and lifted him up: "Listen carefully, this is the last time I'll say it! From now on, you have no right to stand here and talk to me! You can't stand up without my order! Got it?"

Chen Jingyang's grip was very strong; Zhang Pengfei felt as if his scalp was being pulled up.

He could only straighten up with Chen Jingyang's help and accept a fact he had been ignoring: he couldn't leave this room.

After he put it on, from then on, the word "freedom" was just two words to him!

Strange, I thought I had already cried all my tears, so why are they flowing again now?

However, perhaps what came out this time wasn't tears at all, because it was too hot and burned my eyes.

"I've got it."

"Repeat!"

Zhang Pengfei repeated

"Replace the word 'you' with 'you (formal)'! Repeat it 10 times!"

With blood in his mouth, Zhang Pengfei spoke repeatedly.

......

Chen Jingyang, like an extremely patient teacher, guided him step by step: "So, what should you do now?"

“The (omitted here) ......”

"No!" Chen Jingyang narrowed his eyes, his handsome face smiling, yet chilling: "You should apologize and admit your mistake now."

Zhang Pengfei lowered his eyes, his gaze devoid of any light, only filled with indifference, mechanically obeying: "I'm sorry, I was wrong."

Chen Jingyang lifted his chin: "Who am I?"

Zhang Pengfei answered.

Say it again!

Zhang Pengfei repeated the whole thing again.

Chen Jingyang was satisfied: "You have to be punished for your mistake, but I'll let you off the hook today since it's your first offense. Now you need to say thank you."

Zhang Pengfei, like a puppet, said, "Thank you."

Chen Jingyang sat back on the sofa and looked at him leisurely: "Now, you can begin."

Zhang Pengfei's heart felt like it had been struck by a heavy hammer, the pain leaving him dazed. His hands trembled as if he were peeling off layers of skin, not clothes. Once he shed all that skin, he would no longer be a person.

"come over!"

The wound in his mouth had stopped bleeding, but his mouth was still filled with a metallic taste, making Zhang Pengfei feel nauseous.

He looked down, and Chen Jingyang hooked his chin: "Can you remember your place this time?"

Zhang Pengfei's eyelashes trembled: "Yes."

Chen Jingyang released his chin, lit another cigarette, and slowly said, "I've said it before, everything you have is given to you by me, including your freedom."

He paused for a moment: "From today onwards, you will wear this until I feel your performance is satisfactory. I want you to always remember your identity!"

"So never ask me stupid questions like when I can take it off. I'll take it off for you when I'm satisfied, understand?"

Zhang Pengfei nodded indifferently: "Yes, I understand."

"Remember, you can only get better if I get better. Only when you get better can your sister and your mother get better. Get the order right!"

Chen Jingyang's voice carried a naked threat, each word like a heavy hammer blow to Zhang Pengfei's heart.

His family was his only weakness, and Chen Jingyang was well aware of this and knew how to use it.

"yes."

The room had good ventilation, but Chen Jingyang kept smoking one cigarette after another, and wisps of white smoke drifted around him, making him look increasingly unreal.

"I'll give you one day tomorrow to complete the handover. Next Monday, you'll finish your internship at the court. For the next month or so, you'll have time to handle things at school. After the Spring Festival, you'll officially report to Tanzhi!"

Tanzhi is the company that Chen Jingyang co-founded with others, and he spends most of his time there.

Zhang Pengfei took a deep breath and forced back his tears: "Yes."

"Starting tomorrow, submit a daily report of no less than 800 words to me before 10 p.m. every night. I will send you a template later, and you can use it as a guide!"

Chen Jingyang looked at Zhang Pengfei with a strong sense of threat in his eyes: "If you forget to write it, or just write something perfunctorily to appease me, I don't mind going through the trouble again to teach you a lesson, and I don't mind teaching you how to write it properly."

A sinister smile crept across his face: "But once I make my move, the intensity will be no less than today. You'd better think it over carefully!"

Zhang Pengfei lowered his head and looked down, like an emotionless repeating machine: "Yes."

Chen Jingyang was a little unaccustomed to Zhang Pengfei's obedient behavior. He actually liked it when this silly guy pounced on him with his claws outstretched, but it was okay, he would get used to it in time!

"Let's continue our previous topic. I'll give you a hint, Qin Xiaofang."

Zhang Pengfei looked at him calmly and said, "Qin Xiaofang and I have absolutely no relationship anymore."

Chen Jingyang snorted with a stern face: "What were you doing at her school on December 3rd?"

Zhang Pengfei paused for a moment, then said, "I suddenly remembered something and wanted to ask her about it... She has a new boyfriend, and between us..."

His Adam's apple bobbed: "It's really over completely. I only consider her a friend now, and so does she."

Zhang Pengfei wasn't good at lying, especially in front of him, so Chen Jingyang didn't pursue the matter further, and the matter of Qin Xiaofang was put to rest.

"What about that little cauliflower? Do you really like her?"

Zhang Pengfei quickly shook his head: "No! No! I... don't have those kinds of feelings for her."

Chen Jingyang sneered: "It doesn't matter whether you have it or not, but if someone pounces on you like this again, remember to show them what's around your neck and clearly tell them that you're mine!"

He stood up: "Go put on some clothes, and go find that little cauliflower now. Make things clear with her! If you ever dare to have anything to do with her again..."

Chen Jingyang glanced at him, his voice as cold as ice: "Go ahead and try!"