Jiang Chengli immediately turned his head, but was still affected. Tiny drops of water fell on his cheek, faintly causing him to faint.
However, in addition to martial arts training, the Jiang family members had also undergone drug resistance training since childhood, so they had a certain degree of drug resistance and did not react much to sedatives. They could stay awake by biting their tongues.
"You little brat, I'll teach you a lesson today. Old ginger is spicier. Don't think you're better than your father just because you've grown wings." Marquis Zhongyi shook him off, straightened his clothes, and tried his best to maintain the appearance of a superior.
When Jiang Chengli saw his biological father, he couldn't help but clench his fist.
In fact, he recognized him when the two sparred.
Even though the Marquis of Loyalty deliberately didn't use the Jiang family's martial arts skills, he still revealed his true strength when he unleashed a series of deadly moves.
However, he cannot reunite with his family.
"Who's my father? My father died a long time ago." Jiang Chengli said irritably, "Old man, you can leave now. I don't kill people who have one foot in the grave."
"Huh? You've really grown wings now, disowning your own father and daring to curse me like that! I'll beat you to death!"
Marquis Zhongyi was already somewhat embarrassed by his defeat against his son, but he accepted that he was outmatched. However, Jiang Chengli's words were like a powder keg that had been lit, and he immediately lunged forward again.
This time, Jiang Chengli did not do as he wished. Instead of engaging him in a prolonged fight, he subdued him again after a few moves.
"Brother Dazhuang, Brother Dazhuang, is that you? I think I heard something?" Xing Xiaoya asked in a panic, followed by rustling sounds, obviously she was getting dressed.
"It's me, it's nothing, just a stray cat passing by. You go back to sleep, it's cold outside, don't come out or you'll catch a cold," Jiang Chengli raised his voice, subconsciously reassuring him.
Xing Xiaoya hesitated for a moment but did not come out. She only told her, "If anything happens, call me."
Jiang Chengli was about to open his mouth to answer when he suddenly received a slap on the back of the head. It turned out that the Marquis of Zhongyi had broken free of his restraints and slapped him.
"You scoundrel, who is she? Your wife is still waiting for you at home, and you're already keeping a mistress outside?"
"You should have a conscience! Your third daughter-in-law has already gone through the wedding ceremony with you, but you haven't even shared a wedding night yet. She's devoted to you and stays in the mansion. Heaven have mercy on her, she's a pampered and beloved girl. How could you keep a mistress outside behind her back! I'll beat you to death!"
The Marquis of Loyalty and Righteousness became more and more agitated as he spoke, and struck him again.
Jiang Chengli didn't resist at first, until he heard footsteps coming from the inner room again, which meant that Xing Xiaoya was about to come out.
"Big Zhuang, is someone outside? Are you in danger?"
"I told you not to come out!" Jiang Chengli suddenly became anxious, his voice urgent and low, full of danger.
Her hurried steps suddenly stopped, clearly Xing Xiaoya was startled by him.
"Okay, okay, Brother Dazhuang, are you alright?" Her voice trembled slightly, clearly showing that she was a little scared.
"It's alright, I can handle it." Jiang Chengli softened his voice, sounding as if he were the thoughtful and capable Da Zhuang Ge again.
But only the Marquis of Zhongyi, who was very close to him, knew that Jiang Chengli was in extremely poor condition at the moment.
His eyes were bloodshot, and his whole body was trembling slightly; he was on the verge of collapse.
"Third son, what happened to you? Are you injured?" Marquis Zhongyi was also a little flustered when he saw his third son like this.
Apart from Jiang Chengyi, who was switched at birth, the other three men in the Jiang family, though different in personality, are all tough guys at heart, believing in shedding blood and sweat but not tears.
Jiang Chengli had received special training from the Embroidered Uniform Guard and had endured countless hardships and witnessed countless darkness, yet he still stood straight like a javelin.
Aside from when he was a baby, he had never seen his third son look like this before; he was fragile and on the verge of collapse.
No, it's not on the verge of collapse, but rather it has collapsed countless times, yet it remains helpless, barely clinging to life in this world, as if it would shatter if it were to look at anything more.
"Child, what's wrong? Father's here."
Marquis Zhongyi was always a rough man who believed that "spare the rod and spoil the child." He himself grew up that way and raised his children in the same way.
Of the five children in the family, only Jiang Jinyu, being a girl, received some gentle treatment from him; none of the sons received any.
Even Wei Sheng, who had just been taken home, was simply patted on the shoulder and told not to worry and to be a man.
But now, he unconsciously opened his mouth and said something to the third brother that was as gentle as water to him.
In fact, when the words were spoken, both father and son were stunned for a moment, clearly not expecting it.
The main reason was that Jiang Chengli's expression just now was so broken that even a rough man like Marquis Zhongyi couldn't help but feel protective of his own.
Jiang Chengli was already on the verge of collapse. He was under immense pressure, having to hold Xing Xiaoya back while also trying to protect the Jiang family. But no matter how hard he tried, things just wouldn't go smoothly, and the plot relentlessly continued to move forward, ignoring his thoughts.
He was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, utterly powerless.
"Dad—" Faced with the concern of his family, he couldn't help but reveal his vulnerability.
Having endured countless nightmares, he was numb. No amount of pain or sorrow could shake him. The worst that could happen was that his whole family would die a horrible death, something he had already experienced countless times.
But when his family treats him gently, he raises all his defenses, only to be met with tenderness and become bewildered.
"Brother Dazhuang, I heard you call for Dad. Is it your family?"
Because he didn't control his voice well, Xing Xiaoya heard his call and immediately asked him excitedly.
Jiang Chengli suddenly stepped back, picked up the knife from the ground, and slit his throat. Clearly, he was determined to die.
Let this life end here. He couldn't let Xing Xiaoya come out and meet her father. He still remembered that every time the Marquis of Zhongyi saw Xing Xiaoya, he fell in love at first sight and was completely captivated by her charm, throwing himself into her life without hesitation.
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