It's here!
This is the line that Yu Ling mentioned in her hypothesis!
Yan Fei immediately put aside the matter of being slapped and blurted out the lines he had memorized beforehand:
"It's my fault that I'm not doing well in my studies. But no matter how hard I try, the results are still disappointing. Now, I've come to terms with it. I may not be able to satisfy you with my studies, but I'm good at taking a beating. If these two blows can make you feel better, then go ahead and hit me."
Yan Fei thought to himself, Fei Yan had said that after saying this line, no matter what his father said next, he should continue crying and not say anything.
So he quickly managed his movements and kept quiet.
To be honest, if Yu Ling hadn't rubbed the spicy grass on his hand beforehand so that it would stimulate his eyes and make them tear up as soon as he raised his hand to wipe them, he wouldn't have been able to squeeze out a single tear.
It's all an act!
But when had Yan Yukou ever seen his son so submissive and dejected?
He felt a sharp, throbbing pain in his heart.
Even when I was leading troops into battle and the enemy slashed my chest, it wasn't as painful as this.
Yan Yukou looked apologetic, but was tongue-tied:
"Son, don't cry. It's my fault. I hit you too hard. Get up quickly, don't cry and hurt yourself."
Yan Fei cried even harder.
These days, every time he makes a mistake, it's the same; his father always beats him until his skin is bruised and raw before he's satisfied. This is the first time he's stopped after just two slaps. Hey! Fei Yan's method really works.
(Yu Ling: Ahem, pay attention! This method only works if the father cares about the child. If he doesn't care, he could really kill the child, so if you're being beaten, run away as fast as you can! Never try this trick!)
Yan Yukou hoisted the weeping Yan Fei onto his shoulder, tossed him back to Yan Fei's room in a few steps, and then forced out these words with difficulty: "Son, if you really can't learn it, that's fine. You can rest for a while. Dad... won't rush you."
Only after Yan Yukou had gone far away did Yan Fei dry his hands... and cry even harder—he had accidentally used the wrong hand to wipe the spicy grass.
However, despite successfully avoiding the task of studying, Yanfei was not as happy as she had imagined.
This was the first time he had ever seen his rough and tough father so upset.
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