A moment later, the sound of whipping came from the study. Butler Zhu immediately knelt on the ground, tears streaming down his face.
She was filled with anticipation for the young master to grow up quickly, so she quickly got up, wiped her face with her sleeve, and ran to find the medicinal wine.
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A dignified old man in his fifties or sixties was panting, holding a riding whip, while Situ Ming stubbornly knelt on the ground.
The back of her clothes was torn in two places, and beads of blood were faintly visible, like red beads, some of which had fallen onto the wooden floor.
Wen Zhengtian threw away the whip, sat on the sandalwood chair, and looked down at his kneeling grandson.
His stubbornness mirrored that of his only daughter. "Father, I have no regrets, and I didn't want him to rely on your connections. I'm sorry, Father."
"You worthless idiot, what kind of good person could you be who made your fortune by doing that kind of thing? Why don't you find out how that Situ Kun made his fortune? Ah, he's just a conman!"
"How can you do this? How can you face your deceased mother? Are you trying to drive me crazy? A few words and you've already given up on him? Situ Kun is after my connections!"
His daughter cried and slammed the door as she left, but he couldn't bring himself to see her. He could only watch his daughter get married, have her first child born and grow up in the photos his bodyguard brought him. He would smile lovingly when he saw the chubby little boy.
A few years later, the newspapers were full of gossip about Situ Kun and news of him taking a concubine, which made him so angry that he just wanted to kill that beast!
But when he was about to swallow his pride and send Duan Peng to retrieve his rebellious daughter, he received the bodies of his daughter and eldest grandson!
Wen Zhengtian sat before his deceased wife's memorial tablet, his hair turning white overnight.
Duan Peng and a dozen others stood outside the villa, none of them daring to disturb Wen Zhengtian.
As soon as it was light, Wen Zhengtian, wearing a trench coat, came out, carrying a specially made military knife. When he passed Duan Peng and the others, it was clear that he had something tucked into his waistband.
That day, Situ Kun lost a thumb and had a bloody hole in his leg. Situ Ming was taken back to the Wen family.
The little boy knew that his mother and older brother were gone, and he cried and made a fuss. He thought that this would make them come back. Every time he cried, his older brother and mother would do whatever he wanted.
But this time, not only were they not allowed to return, but the old man in front of him also whipped him several times, making him cry and being whipped again.
He rebelled, smashed a vase, and was then beaten mercilessly before being sent to study in Yanyang Village.
Throughout the entire ordeal, only Steward Zhu accompanied him.
Situ Ming has grown up and will never cry again. The calm and indifferent look in his eyes stung Wen Zhengtian in front of him.
His inherently unruly nature further irritated Wen Zhengqi.
Why can't you just give in? Why can't you say something nice to coax him?
Situ Ming, growing impatient, said, "I did nothing wrong. I did whatever you asked me to do. What else could possibly displease you?"
Upon hearing this, Wen Zhengtian precisely smashed the teacup in his hand in front of Situ Ming's knees, and the oppressive aura emanating from him made Situ Ming uncomfortable.
"Heh, heh heh, that's right? Trying to trick the enemy into temporarily relaxing their guard by using self-harm? Do you think others are blind?"
Situ Ming's eyes darted away, "I'll handle it myself!"
Wen Zhengtian asked sarcastically, "How do you plan to solve this? Start your own business? Or go play games with little girls? You're such an unambitious, frivolous thing!"
Situ Ming suddenly looked up, his sharp eyes fixed on the person sitting in the high seat, as if trying to see through Wen Zhengtian's thoughts, but he couldn't understand him at all.
"I don't!"
"What are you denying? You didn't do what I assigned you, huh? What, you think you're all grown up now?"
Situ Ming was immediately annoyed. "Just tell me, I'll listen to you."
Wen Zhengtian scoffed, "If you can't learn how to defeat your enemy in one move, and you can't keep your composure, then go back to your hometown."
Then, he called out towards the study door, "Duan Peng."
A middle-aged man in a suit and tie, looking dashing, walked in and respectfully greeted, "Uncle Wen."
Wen Zhengtian's sharp gaze swept over Situ Ming, whose brows furrowed, and he simply turned his head away.
"Go and invite that little girl over, and invite her uncle over as well."
Duan Peng bowed and replied, "Okay, Uncle Wen."
Situ Ming turned his head sharply, feeling as if his blood had frozen and his whole body was ice-cold. Then he roared angrily, "I said, I have nothing to do with her!"
In an instant, his emotions calmed down, and the anger of the previous second was completely gone.
He braced himself with his hands on the ground and stood up.
All the light in her phoenix eyes was swept away by a gust of wind, leaving only deathly silence.
The magnificent study was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
Suddenly, the young boy's lips curled into a wicked smile. He raised his right hand and drew a 15-centimeter-long sharp steel knife from his waist. This was the knife that Butler Zhu had found for him to use for self-defense.
After all, the sea is different from the countryside; there are many things that are hard to guard against.
Then, with a flick of his wrist, he pointed the knife at his own heart, and laughed self-deprecatingly, saying, "Wen Zhengtian, if you dare touch her, this knife will plunge into this heart. You choose!"
The moment Situ Ming drew his knife, Wen Zhengtian's facial muscles twitched, but he ignored him and called him by his name directly.
His hands, veins bulging, gripped the chair armrests tightly, but he still didn't get up.
Duan Peng did not rescind the order he received. Just as he was about to step out of the study, he heard the sound of a sharp blade piercing flesh!
Wen Zhengtian's eyes widened in horror, and he roared, "Are you crazy!"
Situ Ming simply pushed his right hand forward a little more calmly, without saying a word, just staring at Wen Zhengtian with such obsessive attention.
Drops of red blood fell onto the wooden floor, like boulder pressing down on Wen Zhengtian's heart.
Wen Zhengtian panicked and yelled at Duan Peng in a fit of rage, "Are you dead? Go call a doctor!"
Duan Peng was caught off guard by what he saw, mainly because Situ Ming was moving too fast and didn't seem to care about his own body at all.
This was a major taboo for Wen Zhengtian.
Since the passing of the eldest young lady and the eldest young master, Uncle Wen has been raising the young master as his successor.
The young master is stubborn and refuses to back down, his unruly demeanor resembling that of a rebellious young lady.
It wasn't until he heard the roar that Duan Peng came to his senses. He quickly said, "Okay," and then hurriedly ran out.
Wen Zhengtian was chillingly cold at this moment, his tiger-like eyes were bloodshot, and his whole body exuded a deep sorrow.
However, Situ Ming could not sense Wen Zhengtian's sorrow at all.
He felt as if he were in a dark, sunless deep sea, unable to swim to the end, surrounded by darkness, with the only light coming from a brightly colored clownfish.
He tried to grab it, but he couldn't.
That's fine then. Let those monsters and demons in the deep sea devour his decaying body!
He didn't want anyone to catch that clownfish.
Wen Zhengtian was a truly ruthless person.
Situ Ming had personally witnessed how he handled obstacles in his business dealings.
He dared not gamble anymore; it felt as if he had laid bare everything in front of Wen Zhengtian.
Wen Zhengtian never jokes with anyone. He simply couldn't imagine what would happen if the vibrant Zhao Xiaoyue encountered the devilish Wen Zhengtian!
He figured it was better to end it now; he missed his mother and older brother.
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