Xiang Zhilan never expected the situation to change so drastically, developing in this way.
The Shen family's temper is so unpredictable. Shouldn't they be scolding her for putting her son in danger?
“You still haven’t had enough training.” Shen Guoliang turned his gaze to Shen Muzhi, the smile on his face gone from when he was with Xiang Zhilan. He scolded, “With your skills, how will you protect your wife and children in the future? You only know how to be a human shield and have no ability to fight back. How can anyone entrust their daughter to you with peace of mind?”
Shen Muzhi still stood there, head bowed, listening to the instruction.
Seeing how ruthlessly Shen Guoliang was scolding him, Xiang Zhilan couldn't help but explain on his behalf: "Dad, he injured his leg."
"There are no excuses. When facing the enemy, they will not let him go just because of his foot injury," Shen Guoliang said sternly.
"Dad is right to reprimand me." Shen Muzhi said, his lips tightly pressed together.
"..." Xiang Zhilan glanced at the father and son, wondering if their interaction was too militaristic.
The maid served tea and snacks, being cautious and respectful without making a sound, and then quietly withdrew, seemingly already accustomed to the way the Shen father and son interacted.
Seeing the tense atmosphere, Xiang Zhilan poured a cup of tea and placed it in front of Shen Guoliang, "Dad, have some tea."
"Good boy." Shen Guoliang softened his sharpness and said gently to Xiang Zhilan, "You drink too."
"Yes." Xiang Zhilan was really not used to Shen Guoliang's sudden change in attitude, and picked up a glass.
Shen Muzhi suddenly walked over, pressed her hand, and said to Shen Guoliang, "She can't drink."
When Shen Guoliang arrived, the servants brewed Da Hong Pao tea, not the fruit tea that Xiang Zhilan usually drank.
"Bring me a glass of milk," Shen Muzhi instructed the maid who was standing with her head bowed to her side.
The maid immediately warmed a glass of milk and placed it next to Xiang Zhilan.
Shen Guoliang glanced at it, then turned his gaze to Shen Muzhi.
“She’s pregnant,” Shen Muzhi said to Shen Guoliang.
Shen Guoliang's face darkened, and he stood up. "Come up with me."
"Sir," Butler Chen exclaimed in alarm, sweating profusely, "Sir, his injuries are not yet..."
Shen Guoliang walked upstairs by himself, and Shen Muzhi followed him upstairs.
There was a large martial arts training room on the third floor of the villa, and the two of them went in one after the other.
"What happened?" Shen Guoliang asked with a stern face.
Shen Muzhi did not hide anything and briefly recounted what had happened between him and Xiang Zhilan.
As soon as he finished speaking, the air seemed to freeze and become heavy.
Shen Guoliang's face was taut. He picked up a long stick and struck Shen Muzhi hard on the back, panting with anger: "You bastard! Did the Shen family ever teach you to bully others and seize things by force?"
Shen Muzhi groaned and endured the blow.
Shen Guoliang's stick struck his back, and he straightened his back, clenched his fists, and silently endured the blow.
Hearing the sound of sticks downstairs, Xiang Zhilan asked Butler Chen in confusion, "Are they practicing martial arts upstairs?"
Butler Chen was sweating profusely with anxiety. This was hardly a martial arts practice; it was likely to result in someone's death. But no one could persuade the leader, who was upright, incorruptible, and impartial, unless the madam came. But the madam was still on vacation abroad!
"Madam, please go upstairs and try to persuade her." Butler Chen couldn't care less about anything else and could only pull Xiang Zhilan upstairs.
Completely bewildered, Xiang Zhilan went up to the third floor. Butler Chen opened the door to the training room, and she was shocked to see a thick wooden stick being used to strike Shen Muzhi!
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