Shocking! The Fake Young Master Has Been Won Over by the Real Young Master!

126: Get beatenThe thoughtful Yan Zhuoyang not only leisurely disinfected the whip, but also took a spray bottle and sprayed Yan Zhuohua a few times for good measure, then stuffed a clean towel into his mouth.

”Bite down hard and don’t let it fall out, otherwise it won’t be good if you can’t take it later and bite your tongue.”

Only after handling the hygiene and disinfection issues did Yan Zhuoyang officially prepare to start today’s main event.

”You know what you did wrong, don’t you?”

”...Qinghe has already disciplined me.”

”That’s good, it saves me the effort of arguing with you.” Yan Zhuoyang nodded with satisfaction. ”Let’s start directly. Two hundred lashes, not one less.”

I’d rather you argue with me for a bit longer! I’m very willing to listen to your lecture! Unfortunately, he didn’t have the guts to say those words out loud, and even if he did, Yan Zhuoyang might not necessarily give him the chance to stall for time.

The whip that Yan Zhuohua had feared for so long finally landed on him.

At 7:30 PM, Yan Qinghe finally rushed back to the Main Residence with Yan Zhuoyi. Just as he entered the door and before he could go find Yan Zhuohua, he saw several people sitting on the sofa.

”Brother Lin Fang? What is the meaning of this?”

...

A few minutes later, Yan Qinghe was tied up and taken to the basement. His fighting ability was actually quite good, but who told him that he had a major mole, Yan Zhuoyi, standing right behind him?

Sigh, it was a case of a couple sharing their tribulations.

When Yan Qinghe was escorted into that basement, Yan Zhuohua had only just finished half of his lashes.

”Zhuohua!” Seeing Yan Zhuohua suspended in the center of the room, gagged and covered in wounds, Yan Qinghe wished he could pounce forward and rescue him, but he was held down by Lin Fang, who was gripping him from behind.

Hearing the long-awaited voice, Yan Zhuohua finally looked up and opened his eyes with hope. Then he saw that Yan Qinghe was also being restrained there.

Great, it looks like this beating will have to be endured to the very end.

”You’d better not make me angry again, or I won’t be able to control the strength in my hand.” Yan Zhuoyang tapped the whip against Yan Qinghe, signaling him not to interfere. ”There’s still nearly half left, so behave yourself.”

”Eldest Brother, I already disciplined him a few days ago. Zhuohua already knows he was wrong...”

”Discipline? If discipline worked, he wouldn’t be a repeat offender.”

”This time wasn’t just discipline; didn’t he also stay in the hospital for a few days?” At this point, Yan Qinghe seemed to think of something. ”Besides, he was only discharged today! How can he withstand being beaten like this?”

”Don’t worry, Cousin has already sent me his physical examination report. He’s perfectly fine.”

”But...”

”No buts. Or would you like to take his place?”

”Fine!” Yan Qinghe agreed without hesitation.

”...” Yan Zhuoyang was so angry he laughed. ”You really dote on him! You’d even take his place for the family rules? Have you never thought that while you can take a beating for him today, if he messes around and something happens tomorrow, can you take his injuries or even die for him?”

These few words momentarily silenced Yan Qinghe, who had wanted to continue pleading for mercy.

”I said, no one can stop this beating today. Even if Father came back to life from his grave, I would still finish it.”

Signaling Lin Fang to keep Yan Qinghe under control, Yan Zhuoyang continued to swing the whip at Yan Zhuohua.

Soon, only the continuous sound of whipping and Yan Zhuohua’s intermittent whimpers remained in the room.

After a long time, when the two hundred lashes were finally completed, Yan Zhuoyang tossed the whip onto the table and rubbed his aching arm.

”Alright, let him down.”

Finally getting Yan Zhuoyang to relent, Yan Qinghe, whose heart was aching so much he could hardly breathe, hurried to signal Lin Fang to unbind him.

Soon, the battered and bruised Yan Zhuohua was let down. Looking at his wound-covered body, Yan Qinghe didn’t even know where to touch him.

”Carry him back to the room and let Cousin handle his wounds and apply medicine.” Having finished the task, Yan Zhuoyang finally began to feel distressed as well. ”You two stay home this weekend and go back to your place the night after tomorrow.”

Yan Qinghe nodded, bending down to gently pick the man up.

The well-prepared Yan Zhuoyi was already waiting at their room door with a medical kit. Seeing Yan Qinghe carrying the man up, he quickly opened the door for him and helped place Yan Zhuohua on the bed.

”Don’t worry, it’s all superficial.” Yan Zhuohua endured the soreness and raised his arm to touch Yan Qinghe’s face. ”It’ll heal soon.”

”Don’t move!” Yan Qinghe caught his hand, looking distressfully at his wrist where the skin had been chafed by the rope. ”Be careful not to touch the wounds.”

”What? Do the marks on the wrist look familiar?” Yan Zhuohua was still in the mood to joke. ”You’ve done this to me before too.”

Yan Qinghe felt like his distress was wasted. He looked awkwardly at Yan Zhuoyi, who was working seriously beside them, then turned back and feigned a fierce glare at Yan Zhuohua.

”Look at what time it is, stop talking nonsense!”

Yan Zhuohua gave him a pleasing smile.

”You two, there’s still another person here!” Yan Zhuoyi didn’t want to listen to his younger brothers’ evening flirtation and interrupted their ”exchanging of glances.”

”Qinghe, go get a basin of warm water and a disinfected towel.” Yan Zhuoyi finished a rough inspection of the wounds and began directing Yan Qinghe to work.

The two of them worked together to wipe away the blood around Yan Zhuohua’s wounds bit by bit before Yan Zhuoyi officially began cleaning the injuries.

This process inevitably made one grimace in pain.

”Cousin, be gentler!” Yan Qinghe couldn’t help but suggest to Yan Zhuoyi as he looked at Yan Zhuohua, who was breaking out in a cold sweat.

”I’m already being very gentle. Can cleaning wounds not hurt?” Yan Zhuoyi rolled his eyes at him before turning his gaze back to the wounds. ”But Zhuoyang really didn’t do a good job. He hit him all over the place; it’s so hard to process. Couldn’t he have lined up the wounds neatly one by one?”

You doctors all have a bit of a pervert in you.

A full hour later, Yan Zhuoyi finally finished bandaging Yan Zhuohua’s wounds amidst Yan Qinghe’s constant complaints.

”Alright, they’re all superficial injuries. Don’t touch water for three days, change the medicine once a day, and it’ll be fully healed in a month. It won’t leave scars, nor will it affect you going to work on Monday.” Yan Zhuoyi rubbed his aching neck. ”If you’re careful, it won’t even delay your happy night life.”

Uh, ”Do I look that horny?” Yan Qinghe looked at his cousin in disbelief.

”I was just afraid you wouldn’t be able to help yourself, just in case.” Yan Zhuoyi rubbed his nose sheepishly. ”Stay with him, I’m going down.”

After saying that, Yan Zhuoyi fled the scene.

The two remaining in the room fell silent for a while. After a long time, Yan Zhuohua took the initiative to speak.

”If you want to, I can cooperate if we’re careful.”

”No need!” Yan Qinghe grit his teeth and refused.

Because of this incident, Yan Zhuoyang had sent all the household staff away early, so no one had cooked. By the time the matter was over and the aunties were finally called back, today’s dinner had turned into a late-night snack.

Past ten o’clock at night, the late dinner was finally ready.

Yan Zhuoyi was indeed right; the wounds on Yan Zhuohua’s body were all on his chest and back, which really didn’t affect his daily life. So after dinner was ready, the two still went directly to the dining room to eat with everyone.