Chapter 188: Once She Steps Through The Door, The Mo Family Won’t Have A Say
Fu family.
Fu Jing knelt in the courtyard, Master Fu stood behind him, holding a board as wide as a palm with a handle, striking his body again and again, his face full of malice that made people couldn’t help but doubt whether the one kneeling before him was really his own son; with that striking method, it could be said to be an enemy without exaggeration.
A chair was placed at the door of the main house, on which sat a middle-aged woman with a somewhat harsh countenance, who was the biological mother of Fu Jing and Fu Qing. Standing beside her was Fu Qing, who kept her head down wiping her eyes, but no one noticed that there wasn’t a single tear on her face, and her eyes were full of the pleasure after revenge.
“Pfft~” Fu Jing, whose wound hadn’t healed yet, finally couldn’t endure it and spat out a mouthful of blood, staining the ground under his knees red and also staining the front of his clothes red; his body swayed unsteadily.
“Wretched son,” Master Fu looked at him with eyes full of disappointment, “I’ve only hit you a few times, and you make this kind of scene; are you trying to threaten me? You knew your sister was wronged, yet you could heartlessly leave without caring about her life or death; is this how I taught you since childhood? Huh?”
With each question, the board in his hand mercilessly struck Fu Jing’s back, and soon spots of bloodstains bloomed like little flowers on his clothes.
Fu Jing gritted his teeth tightly; even though he was beaten swaying this way and that, he always kept his back straight and didn’t make a single groan.
Finally, Master Fu stopped, panting from exhaustion. At this time, Fu Jing’s back was a fresh red expanse, his clothes torn open, and his whole body softly prostrated on the ground, eyes half-closed, clearly no longer very conscious.
“Wretched son, hurry back to your room to pack up, then go to Dingguo Duke’s Mansion to find Young Master Mo. News of Qing’er’s matter will definitely come soon; before that, you must make him agree to let Qing’er enter the Duke’s Mansion. If she can’t be the principal wife, at least she must be an equal wife. Go quickly!” Master Fu panted roughly while placing hands on hips to instruct Fu Jing.
Fu Qing stood beside Madam Fu, her expression very complex: panic, shock, disbelief, surprise, and so on flashed across her face one by one, finally settling on bashful shyness.
Hearing Master Fu’s words, Madam Fu was first stunned, then smiled satisfactorily, lovingly raising her hand to pat Fu Qing’s hand that was on her shoulder, “Qing’er, rest assured, as long as it’s what you want, your father and mother will satisfy you no matter what. Do you believe it now?”
“Mother, Qing’er has always believed in Father and Mother.” Fu Qing coquettishly hugged Madam Fu’s shoulders, but her eyes provocatively glanced toward Fu Jing, who was lying half-dead on the ground, the malice in her gaze unmasked.
Although Fu Jing’s mind was not very clear, he was not without consciousness; he heard his parents’ conversation, every word like a knife stabbing into his chest, painfully suffocating, almost making him unable to breathe, and his heart felt like it was soaked in a basin of ice water, thoroughly chilled.
“Didn’t you hear my words? Get up quickly, stop pretending. Your father knows what your body is like; a mere few boards couldn’t possibly keep you from getting up.” Seeing Fu Jing still lying pale-faced on the ground, Master Fu felt a momentary worry—his complexion was really too poor—but this worry was quickly cast aside, just as he said, he knew what his son’s body was like.
But he didn’t know that Fu Jing had concealed the news of his injury to avoid worrying his family; of course, he was also afraid that if he said it out, his family would use the life-saving grace to force Mo Ziyuan to marry Fu Qing.
Fu Jing’s servant had been blocked from coming over earlier; at this moment, under Master Fu’s hint, the subordinate holding him let go, and he scrambled to Fu Jing’s side. “Young Master, how are you?”
Fu Jing barely smiled at him. “I’m fine. Help me up first.”
The servant carefully helped him up, avoiding his wounds as much as possible, but inevitably occasionally touched the wounds on his back. Hearing his young master’s enduring sounds, the servant felt his nose sour; accidentally glancing at the young lady, he met her gaze full of malice and immediately lowered his head in fright.
Finally helping Fu Jing back to his room, the household physician was already waiting inside. Seeing Fu Jing’s condition, he frowned, lent a hand to help him to the bedside, and had him lie prone on the bed.
“Young Master, your clothes are stuck to the wounds. This one must remove them first before cleaning and applying medicine; it will be very painful, so please endure it, Young Master.” The household physician looked at that expanse of fresh red on his back and the torn cloth fragments stuck to the wounds, inevitably feeling some sympathy, and his movements became even gentler.
However, it was flesh and blood; no matter how gently he moved, Fu Jing still felt heart-wrenching pain. His hands tightly gripped the pillow padded under his chest, and he lowered his head to bite into it.
After all the wounds on his back were fully treated, Fu Jing was sweating as if bathed in water, almost fainting from the pain.
“Sigh!” The household physician sighed and said to the servant gently covering him with the quilt, “I’ll prescribe another calming and sedative medicine for the young master! At least when he’s asleep, he won’t feel as much pain. Also, with such a severe injury, the young master will probably have a fever tonight; when that happens, decoct this medicine and give it to him.”
“Thank you, Doctor!” The servant took the several prescriptions handed over by the household physician and thanked him softly with head lowered.
The household physician nodded without saying anything, sighed again, and left carrying the medicine box.
Before evening, Fu Jing indeed developed a high fever. The servant hurriedly decocted the medicine according to the household physician’s prescription, but the semi-comatose Fu Jing couldn’t drink it at all; even if barely fed in, he would spit it out because it was too bitter. The servant anxiously paced in circles with no good solution.
At this time, Master Fu sent someone to urge Fu Jing to quickly go find Mo Ziyuan about Fu Qing’s matter. After being brought to the bedside and personally seeing Fu Jing’s miserable state, the servant hurriedly ran back to report to Master Fu.
“This useless wretched son! Can’t even withstand this little beating!” Master Fu fiercely slapped the table beside him.
“Father,” Fu Qing’s eyes turned as she said, “Could Big Brother still be resenting me and deliberately pretending to be ill, refusing to help me!”
“He wouldn’t dare!” Before Master Fu could speak, Madam Fu got anxious first.
“Mother, don’t be anxious; I was just speculating.” Fu Qing endured the pleasure in her heart and pulled Madam Fu, pretending it was a slip of the tongue.
“Jing’er is sensible; he wouldn’t pretend to be ill.” Master Fu said, glancing at Fu Qing, “Qing’er, Father and Mother will definitely achieve what we promised you. Now Father has words to say to your mother; you go back first!”
Fu Qing pouted but in the end said nothing and stormed off.
“What does Master want to say to me?”
“You know this girl’s temperament; do you really think sending her into the Mo family is good for her? Mo Ziyuan’s heart clearly isn’t on her!”
“Once she enters the door, the Mo family won’t have a say.” Madam Fu was quite confident, not taking Master Fu’s words to heart at all.
“You—sigh!” Master Fu let out a long sigh and said no more.
