Han Yun, who was outside the door, became very nervous upon hearing the commotion.
"Brother Han, is the master serious?"
"It should be," Han Yi nodded slightly. "What the young master did this time was indeed excessive, and he really deserves to be taught a lesson."
“This is far from a mere lesson,” Han Yun said nervously. “Judging from the noise, he’s clearly trying to kill me. I have to go in and check it out.”
Upon hearing this, Han Er suddenly spoke up, "Master said you're not allowed to go in. Do you intend to disobey?"
"Brother Han, Second Brother Han, how can you bear to watch your young master get beaten up?"
To be honest, Han Yun really didn't expect that his young master would be disciplined by the master one day. His mind was still blank and he hadn't reacted yet.
"You think the young master shouldn't be disciplined?" Han Yi retorted. "No matter what, leaking information about the Huang family wasn't a very ethical thing to do."
"I know," Han Yun said, pursing his lips, "Young Master did go a bit too far this time."
“So,” Han Er smirked, “we shouldn’t get involved in the affairs between the master and the young master.”
Although my husband has never been very reliable, he handled this matter beautifully.
My young master definitely deserves to be beaten!
Unfortunately, the master has always lived a life of luxury and has never done heavy work, so he probably doesn't have much strength.
"Alright then," Han Yun said hesitantly, "We must go in after the young master calls for help."
Inside the room, Han Yi hadn't expected his own father to react so strongly.
The outcome was a happy one. Although he felt a little guilty, he felt that he had finally made the right bet.
Hearing his own father's scolding, he realized that it was all just his own assumption.
Regardless of the outcome, I did have selfish motives. If Young Master Wang had even the slightest flaw in his character, things wouldn't have turned out so well.
“Father,” Han Yi said earnestly, “your son admits his mistake.”
Despite the throbbing pain all over his body, Han Yi was somewhat happy.
I always thought my father was hopeless, but he's actually not that bad.
Although he is not good at business and is fond of pleasure, he is very clear-headed when it comes to matters of principle, and can even be ruthless in punishing himself when he makes a mistake.
This beating was actually quite worthwhile.
"You really know you were wrong?" Han Qi stopped to catch his breath. "Are you not just trying to fool me?"
His son is usually so stubborn, why is he so obedient this time?
The unusual situation made Han Qi somewhat incredulous.
“My son really knows he was wrong,” Han Yi pursed his lips and continued, “My son shouldn’t have brought trouble to the Huang family because of his own selfishness.”
"That's all?" Han Yi's words put Han Qi at ease. He crossed his arms, raised an eyebrow, and asked, "Anything else?"
"Anything else?" Han Yi pondered for a moment, then spoke, "My son shouldn't have betrayed the Huang family's trust."
He could sense that Huang Jiaming hadn't blamed him outwardly after the incident, but his attitude had changed.
There was less intimacy and more distance, and you could still vaguely sense a sense of wariness.
In the end, although the guard was down, this estrangement was not eliminated in a way that resulted in a happy ending for everyone.
Unfortunately, he didn't realize anything was wrong at the time.
“Son,” Han Qi said seriously, “If you can betray the Huang family for profit today, you can betray others for profit tomorrow. If you do too many of these morally corrupt things, you will suffer the consequences sooner or later.”
Fortunately, this is just the beginning, and there's still room for redemption!
“My son wouldn’t do that.”
"You can only fool yourself with these words. If you could resist the temptation, this wouldn't have happened. Life is so long, there will always be times when you can't resist the temptation. You shouldn't have done this in the first place."
Upon hearing this, Han Yi fell silent.
He had a feeling that this kind of thing could very well happen to him.
As a businessman myself, I am quite concerned about profits.
Seeing this, Han Qi sighed softly, "Prepare generous gifts, and go to the Huang family tomorrow morning to apologize with thorns on our backs!"
No matter what happens in the future, the son must carry thorns on his back to apologize.
Otherwise, how could he ever show his face at the Huang family again? He's always causing trouble, and sooner or later he'll have to have another son.
"Understood," Han Yi nodded with difficulty, "I will go and give the order now."
After saying that, he endured the pain and walked out.
Seeing Han Yi covered in wounds, Han Yun quickly followed, "Young Master, I have prepared the medicine. Let's go back to the room and apply it."
"No rush," Han Yun waved his hand. "Go to the storeroom and prepare a generous gift, according to the highest standards, and go to the Huang family tomorrow morning... to apologize with a bundle of thorns on your back."
These four words were very difficult for Han Yi.
Having been in charge of the household for many years, he never imagined he would have such a day.
It may feel uncomfortable, but it's the result of my own actions, so I must accept the consequences even if it's unpleasant.
"Huh?" Han Yun turned his head in surprise. "Young Master is going to apologize with a bundle of thorns on his back?"
Isn't this making a mountain out of a molehill?
"Okay, go prepare it. I'll have Han Feng apply the medicine."
"clear!"
In Huangjiakou, Jiang Nuan and her men searched Qingfeng Temple and the nearby manor again, but found no clues and returned empty-handed.
"Go to bed early tonight, we'll go weeding in the fields tomorrow."
"Mother, when are we moving to town?" Huang Lao Er asked impatiently.
“No rush,” Jiang Nuan shook her head, “Let’s talk about it after Young Master Wang leaves.”
"What if the masters come?"
“They live in town, you live in the village, Xiao Liu will pick you up and drop you off.”
“Mother,” Huang Xiaosan carefully voiced her doubts, “Young Master Wang already knows where our home is. Even if we don’t go to town, we can’t avoid it.”
“No,” Jiang Nuan explained, “He needs to receive treatment from Doctor Gu and doesn’t have time to come here for the time being.”
Suddenly, I felt it was time to buy a courtyard house in the county town.
There's only one place to stay, but there's nowhere to hide from people.
“Mother,” Huang Xiaosan said helplessly, “is it really necessary to avoid him like this? No matter how high Wang Gongzi’s status is, he’s not a monster.”
He always felt that his mother was being too emotional.
It seemed as if they were certain that Young Master Wang would implicate their family.
“You don’t understand,” Jiang Nuan shook her head. “Just do as I say, and I’ll explain it to you later when I have the chance.”
“Mother,” Xiao Wu raised her hand and said in a clear voice, “Master told me not to go to the pharmacy first, and Yu Zhu will come to our house to teach me.”
"That's for the best," Jiang Nuan breathed a sigh of relief. "From now on, Yu Zhu will stay at home, and Xiao Si and Xiao Pang will also go home to live."
"There aren't enough rooms at home, we don't have enough room to accommodate everyone."
"Then let's add a few more rooms," Jiang Nuan thought for a while, then shook her head. "We can't add more, let's just squeeze in for now, it'll be fine after a while."
I had originally planned to bring my parents over to enjoy their retirement, but it seems that it will have to be postponed for a while longer.
“Aunt,” Jiang Chao said, “the Jiang family has many empty rooms. Why don’t I go back and stay there first?”
If one of them is gone, we can save a room.
“Alright,” Jiang Nuan nodded. “We need to keep a close eye on Qingfeng Temple. Boss, the three of you go too.”
Even though nothing was found today, Jiang Nuan still felt that she couldn't give up on Qingfeng Temple; it was an intuition.
"How about letting the second son stay?" The eldest son hesitated. "There's no man in the family. What if something happens?"
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