"What will you do?"
Su Jianguo's voice was very soft, but it made the air at the dinner table freeze instantly.
Su Mingde's Adam's apple bobbed as he forced himself to speak.
"I'll... I'll figure it out myself!"
"Smack!"
Su Jianguo slammed his hand on the table and stood up abruptly, splashing soup onto Su Mingde's white shirt.
He pulled out the leather belt from his waist.
This was the one the factory gave him when he first started working as an electrician at the steel rolling mill. He used it for more than ten years and it was the most convenient one to use for drawing people.
"You've gone too far!"
Su Jianguo roared.
Before Su Mingde could react, Su Jianguo grabbed him by the back of his collar.
He struggled desperately, his eyes squinting to one side, but he couldn't break free from Su Jianguo's large hand that had held a wrench for decades.
"Dad! Dad, I was wrong!"
Su Mingde finally panicked, and his voice changed tone.
Su Jianguo ignored him, pressing down on his son's neck with his left hand while his right hand, holding a belt, was already raised high.
Su Mingde was forced to bend over, and his trousers were pulled down to his knees, revealing his white buttocks.
A young man in his early twenties was treated like a chick by his father.
"Smack!"
When the belt struck for the first time, Su Mingde screamed like a pig being slaughtered.
A red mark immediately appeared where the belt fell, standing out starkly against the fair skin.
"Ouch! Dad! It hurts!"
"pain?"
Su Jianguo sneered, his hands still moving.
"I'll show you what pain really is today!"
"Slap! Slap! Slap!"
The belt lashed Su Mingde's buttocks again and again, each strike accompanied by a whooshing sound.
Su Jianguo vented all the pent-up frustration he had felt in his previous life while lying in a hospital bed in this beating. It was all because of these ungrateful wretches who watched him die!
Su Mingde was in so much pain that he was jumping up and down, his face covered in tears and snot, and his carefully combed slicked-back hair was completely ruined.
He tried to block it with his hand, but immediately felt a blow on the back of his hand, making him howl in pain.
"Dad! Dad, I was wrong! I'll never do it again!"
Su Mingde cried and begged for mercy, completely losing any semblance of the dignity expected of a street office clerk.
At the dinner table, the third brother, Su Mingfu, hunched over, his face ashen.
The eldest daughter, Su Yufen, covered her mouth, tears welling in her eyes.
The youngest daughter, Su Yuzhen, was so frightened that she burst into tears, but dared not utter a sound.
Wang Xiulan lowered her head and remained silent.
These days, it's considered perfectly normal for a father to beat his son, and even if the police come, they won't interfere.
"Climbing the social ladder? Hmm?"
Su Jianguo smoked and cursed at the same time.
"Two thousand yuan for the bride price? Do I look like I'm worth two thousand yuan?"
"Smack!"
"The daughter of the director of the Industry and Commerce Bureau? You dare to challenge me?"
"Smack!"
"You're threatening me? I'll beat you to death today, you unfilial son!"
Su Jianguo beat them harder and harder, using his belt to whip the thickest parts of their flesh.
Su Mingde's buttocks were covered with red marks, and some of them even bled.
He could still jump around at first, but now he can only lie on the ground groaning, too exhausted to even beg for mercy.
"The head of the household."
In the end, it was Wang Xiulan, the mother, who couldn't help but whisper a word of advice.
"If we fight again, something bad will happen."
Su Jianguo then stopped, panting as he glared at his son on the ground.
Su Mingde lay there like a dead dog, his buttocks swollen high.
"Get to the corner and kneel down!"
Su Jianguo said sternly.
Su Mingde immediately scrambled to the corner of the wall; he was truly terrified of being beaten by his father.
Every movement made me wince in pain.
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