The old man looked at his son and then at his wife, the woman he had doted on for so many years...
Favor?
Why should he pamper her?
The old man looked at the bodyguard at the door with sharp eyes: "Slap me."
The bodyguard raised his eyes and looked at him. With his hands still in front of him, he walked up to Bei Wei and asked for the old man's instructions.
Seeing the old man looking mercilessly away from the side, the bodyguard understood that he wanted to hit this woman, so he raised his hand and slapped her across the face.
"ah."
Bei Wei couldn't hold back the pain and even felt that her mouth was bleeding.
"Hit again."
The old man gave another order.
The bodyguard raised his hand again, "Pah!" and slapped him hard again.
Half of Bei Wei's face was already red, and she looked up at the man who was not looking at her, suddenly filled with hatred.
"If you continue to fight, if I don't tell you to stop, I will continue to fight."
The old man was as steady as a mountain, and his voice was filled with majesty.
So, the bodyguard wore leather gloves and slapped Bei Wei on the face one after another.
Soon, Bei Wei's face began to bleed and became extremely red and swollen. However, the more this happened, the more Bei Wei became silent.
"boom."
There was another muffled sound.
Bei Wei fell to the ground.
"Stop."
The old man turned his back to them and said softly.
The bodyguard stepped aside.
Zhan Fei, who was tied up next to him, looked at the woman lying on the ground tremblingly, then turned to look at his father, "Dad, I came to find Zhang Mingliang. I have absolutely no idea about this old woman."
"Zhang Mingliang."
The old man read these three words without emotion.
"Yes, how could I touch my father's woman?"
Zhan Fei looked at the woman who was looking at him with hatred and said.
"Take the family approach."
The old man suddenly gave another order.
In the antique study room, a bamboo stick wrapped with a rope soon appeared.
As soon as Zhan Fei saw the bamboo stick, a chill ran down his spine.
He has loved getting into trouble since he was a child and has often been punished by his family.
In the past, he had grandparents and others to protect him, but now his father is the only one in charge of the house. If this stick is used, his body is not fully healed, and he may collapse again.
"dad."
"Shut up."
The old man turned around and pointed the bamboo stick at him.
The bamboo stick split open at the same time. It was hard but soft, so it was tied with a rope. When it was pointed in front of his eyes, Zhan Fei became as muffled as Bei Wei just now and stopped talking.
The old man walked to his son's side and struck the stick down hard, hitting the flesh. The sound of the stick made a sudden silence in the huge study room.
When the old man had beaten enough and was out of breath, he threw the stick into the bodyguard's hand, and then walked up to the two men again.
The old man looked at Bei Wei, held her collar, pulled her up from the ground, and asked her: "Do you know why I beat you? Over the years, I have pampered you, loved you, given you shares, and made you the boss, even if you
I have the right to pretend that I didn’t see you messing around outside, so why don’t you just pretend to be a facade?”
"It's Zhang Mingliang."
Bei Wei suddenly gritted her teeth and said this person's name.
How come they were in the same bed last night?
She thought about it and all she could think of was Zhang Mingliang.
"Zhang Mingli? Zhang Mingli is tied in a chair. How does she instruct you two?"
"Before I was kidnapped."
Zhan Fei also came to his senses and reluctantly asked.
"Huh, are you smart now? What were you doing earlier?"
Mr. Zhan became even more angry and slapped his son in the face with a loud and earth-shattering slap.