The whip cracked again and again, and the sky gradually darkened.
In the middle of the empty yard, a shirtless man was kneeling. He had broad shoulders and a narrow waist, and the muscular lines on his arms were like overlapping mountains.
Behind him stood a middle-aged man in a dark blue gown, who raised a whip and swung it.
The man was tall and thin, with a few white hairs on his temples and few wrinkles, probably because he didn't like to smile.
"Tell me, how many times have you been to our house since you came to power?"
Gu Chenyu remained calm, his back straight, and thought carefully.
"Two trips."
Another whip.
This time, the middle-aged man's steps obviously wavered.
"You still have the nerve to say that."
"What's shameless about that? Isn't this the thick skin you inherited from me?"
Gu Chenyu's voice was playful, and his tone was not at all weakened by those whippings.
This middle-aged man is Gu Chenyu's father and the greatest commander in East City, named Gu Tianhao.
Gu Tianhao was a powerful figure outside, commanding 200,000 soldiers, but at this moment he became a father who was angered by his son.
He threw the whip to the ground, walked to the chair in front of Gu Chenyu and sat down.
After being beaten with whips for seven times, he was tired and had to accept his age.
If it had been a few years earlier, he would have beaten this troublesome son to a pulp.
When he was young, Gu Tianhao was also an ambitious man who did what he said.
Although he was born in the countryside, he seized opportunities and worked very hard to achieve what he has today.
His wife was named Qi Xuan, the daughter of a private school teacher. She had been well-read since childhood and was very talented.
When they first met, Gu Tianhao was just starting to show his talent in the team, and Qi Xuan was a teacher who had just joined the girls' school.
The two fell in love at first sight at the theater.
There were no family disputes and no other people involved, and everything went smoothly afterwards.
Fall in love, get married, have children, and stay together until old age.
At that time, he felt that the child was a gift from the gods to him. Now, he really wants to return the child to the gods and let whoever wants him have him.
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They only have this one child, and since he was young, they have taken great care of his growth and treated him like a treasure.
When he was born, both of them were in career difficulties, but they always found time to ask about his studies and life.
I don’t know where the mistake was made, but Gu Chenyu became a playboy who was always surrounded by women.
It must be the problem of those bad youths who returned from studying abroad.
Gu Tianhao picked up a cup of tea and put it to his lips, then angrily scolded: "You're still talking about your father?"
Gu Chenyu said lightly, "If you are not thick-skinned, my mother will look down on you."
At this time, Mrs. Qi Xuan of the Gu family walked in from the front door, followed by several maids carrying bags.
She was wearing a green cheongsam and her long hair was tied into a simple bun at the back of her head and secured with a silver hairpin.
The sound of high heels and the sound of servants tidying up the dishes in the back had a cheerful rhythm.
As she walked, she said, "You're just talking nonsense. You're already 24. Besides fighting, you should also have some manners in your words and deeds."
Just by listening to the sound, I can imagine a picture: a girl with braids walking on a country road with a backpack on her back.
You can't tell at all that she is in her forties.
Gu Chenyu: I just said that my dad is marrying above his station.
Gu Chenyu moved his slightly sore shoulders and said, "I understand."
Although he is a bastard, he still listens to his mother.
It was not easy for his mother to give birth to him. According to the old people, she had a difficult labor and heavy bleeding, and she almost died.
He has little affection for his parents, but he never speaks harshly to his mother.
When I was a child, my father was busy fighting those who threatened his status, and my mother was busy teaching and educating.
He spent several years alone in this dead silent house, staring at the sky.
At that time, Gu Chenyu hoped that his parents would come and accompany him out for fun, but it never happened once.
They would just keep him in school and make him study hard.
When he grew up, he naturally developed a rebellious character that refused to submit to anyone.
Qi Xuan walked up to Gu Tianhao and put her hand on his forearm.
"Don't be angry anymore. If you're angry, your hair will be gone. The meal is ready."
After saying that, he turned to look at his kneeling son and said, "I finally came back. Let's eat first before we leave."
Gu Tianhao gently patted the hand on his forearm and said, "I'll listen to you, but I still have something to say to this brat."
He stood up, his expression serious. "I heard someone from Country R came to see you recently?"
"Yes, an ugly man who is shorter than a child."
"Chen Yu, remember we are a flower-growing family. Now the enemy is invading, North City is in trouble, and East City is full of good and bad people. Although the situation is not very clear, war is definitely inevitable."
"At this critical moment when the nation's survival is at stake, we cannot do anything that would let our ancestors down."
"Now all my power is in your hands. If I find out you have any hidden agenda, I can take it back."
"You have never taken anyone seriously, but remember I am your father."
Only then did Gu Chenyu feel the burning pain in his back, and he forced a smile.
"I know. I won't climb over your head."
"Good to know, come in and have dinner."
Gu Chenyu took Qi Xuan's hand and walked into the main room, leaving him alone to stand up tremblingly.
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"Why does it take so long to wash?"
Gu Chenyu was wearing a nightgown with an open neckline. He was standing at the bathroom door, playing with the laces in his hands.
In the evening, he endured the pain, ate his meal, and took a bus back to his own residence, a small two-story Western-style building.
Although he was used to being beaten, he was not used to losing his five senses.
The pain was real, and his father showed no mercy.
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